Story time Created 13 years ago2011-03-03 07:46:12 UTC by Jessie

innocence to him, but Ant swatted him away and banished him, only for him to return as "=NH= Yodalman" and nobody know that he was

Damn you, YODALMAN CAME BEFORE NH! AND AFTER G0D

an alt user. He started planning his vengeance , and slowly but carefully , he drew his plans against ant.

However, Ant was trained in sniffing out trolls. Literally. His nose began to pick up a scent...

But, little did he know, Ant was secretly planning on banning everyone from TWHL, as fast as he could, but a counter-strike was being planned by Joebama, a fellow asshole who wanted revenge on people as well. But, for some reason

Joebama got ninja'd by Scotch, formally known as Darkie.

A party was to be ensued after Ant sucessfully

banned Crollo for misspelling "successfully". Anyway, Joebama was still formulating his counter-strike with his awesome assholery powers, but then a hero appeared out of

4chan, but luckily it was only a hero, and not an hero.

the world of BlueForums, a forum filled with several heroes. This hero quickly entered the forum, went through every post, and worked on getting Ant in trouble without breaking any forums rules. Then, on the final day of the final version of TWHL (twhl.co.za) he dropped to his knees saying "All

YOU SUCK!

said a very angry Dimbark. All in all, the superhero saved the day until

he was crushed to death by a large overpriced bottle of wine. It had fallen from intergalactic space and travelled through time from the Scotlindia dimension, where Scotch had originated from.

As the hero was crushed, he remembed the last kind words his mother said to him: "You

ungrateful 3rd-generation degenerate. If I meet you in the afterlife, I'll hold your rotten head into the river stix until the decaying flesh bubbles off into a shape just as the fool of Dimbark be made."

Lastly, a lone half-mechanical, half-space detective samurai stood a proud and commanding stance atop a moonlit meadow. It was the fabled deviled king, psilous, it's presence is known through a seductive lure of maiden siren, accompanied with a pleasing aroma of wild-flower.

It was given the nickname Warrior of the West for he had won many battles. However, he stood tired and alone as he was lost in the realm of Scotlindia. Unable to find his way, he searched the meadows for a source of food or water, until he stumbled apon something amazing.

He saw a small bit a metal sticking out of the ground, so he pulled out two mechanical blades and began to dig into the ground. He looked down to see it was a long-lost starcraft named The Barrier which was as legendary as the Borealis.

Excited, psilous entered the ship and set his mechanical eyes to nightvision mode. He then attempted to get the engine running, as he blasted into the sky to search the world for the almighty Dimbark and the 4chan hero, after have heard an outdated news report from the informal system which was installed.

He then

fell to the floor as the ship stopped suddenly. He looked out the window to see the ship was being pulled in by the tractor beam of an alien UFO, which then

Blew up the capitol building of Yarrafilona, an unimportant planet nobody but it's own residents had heard of.
"Why would he do that?" Asked one Yarrafilonian to another.
"I don't know, but now I'm quite

done with "story time". Lets end it, and get back to mapping!" Jimmi

said The Mighty Atom as he was reminded by skals to finally update his god damn compilator 3.

An ominous shadow eclipsed the Earth. Some of the debree from a government-funded library from Yarrafilona had made it's way into the Milky-Way galaxy.

The debris from the government-funded library from Yarrafilona did not like the Milky-Way, so it stopped for a moment, used a telephone and got a taxi back. The taxi driver was

totally rad in the sense that his bros hangin out in the backseats didnt even have to pay or not

so dey juss jump in kar nd do driv-bys liek a nigga

momma. Anyways, the Warrior of the West managed to remove the The Barrier from the tracor beam and he got back the the floor. The UFO was charging it's laser and was prepared to destroy the world. Psilous fired... and BANG!

The UFO fell into the push and pull of outer space as it flew into the Earth, crashing. The Warrior of the West saved the day again! He then flew off into the galaxy, hoping to find his home.

After three fateful years of searching, he stumbled apon

what appeared to be the tattered remains of a "Freya-model replica" automaton love-dolly, crafted in design by a previous version of the great king Psilous, before betamax was invented.

A great dilemma plagued the young hero. With crafty wit about itself, the fabled deviled king wisped into nature a second, more accurate and colorful cannon of mass devastation.

It was only then, that the frozen bug-eyed expression fossilized upon the face of a passing-by Yarrafilonan's dismembered head-feature beckoned a solemn song of reasoning.

"What's that noise I hear.." The psilous spoke aloud expressing instability in a verse of mentality. "..Is it song? I rue and I've pillaged.. yet the foul little beast's holiday has arrived after all! I haven't prevented Yarrafilonian Christmas from coming!"

And what happened there, in the depth of the cold dead-space, they say?

upon* a nice river, and took a drink. But what he failed to realize, the water was poisoned! So, as the lone psilous lay there dying slowing something walked up to him and said

Psilous later walked to a nice river, and took a drink. But what he failed to realize, the water was poisoned! So, as the lone psilous lay there dying slowing something walked up to him and said

"Ninja Edit denied. Have some more cake."

//edit

Fail block.
+2 exp

...the spinning echo..

..the spinning echo..

NEEEEEEKOOOOOO~NYAAAAAAAAAAN~!

panting
heavy breathing

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and then psilous had died, leaving only one good hero left, who was

slowly backing away from a control panel.
"Someone set us up the bomb!" He screamed.

However, that, was for another time, in a deminsion relevant to a galaxy far, far away.

Seven years later . . . . .

The orange juices have been merrily parading in the streets of Ireland. They cheered with glee and were sipped by locals. They spun tales and lived a great life until one of them said.

"Can we go home? We really should

hide before night falls and the Vampires come to fuck us all over, yanno?".

However, the vampires chose to come early. Out of nowhere, a great hero jumped out, and he chased the vampires to the base and soon got to the master control panel.
"Someone set us the bomb!" He shouted.

Suddenly, the operator spoke. "Main screen turn on."
Cats appeared on the screen; "All your base are belong to us. You have no chance to survive make your time."
The captain's eyes narrowed. "For great justice."
Suddenly, a techno remix ripped through the town, destroying

The true homies, who were having a freakin RAD party at the nightfall club of 96, but couldn't find the

lightswitch and couldn't tell who made love to whom. When somebody hit the lightswitch, they realized it was women with women and men with men. Ashamed, they

bonked Dimbark over the head for being a homophobe. Suddenly, a Tank came out of nowhere, throwing concrete, wood, and elderly folk at everyone it could see.

Two people jumped behind some rubble, both men.

One of them screamed "I'm having a baby!" as a new innocent soul was brought into the world. They used it against the tank by

quickly drawing their cellular-phones. The Internet had never seen so much womanly affection, as William H enthusiasts and trolls alike surfed, streaming their footage of the lesbian love fest at a high 1200kb/s rate.

There was a fantastic repercussion through society on that day, giving birth to a new era. A time when lesbians and hermaphrodites interested in women could rejoice in their estranged appetite, becoming of a harmonic peace in the celebration of the girl on girl bond.

The world had become whole that day,

as some Another, the unfortunately named man, started shooting homophobic 11-18 year olds out of a cannon into the sun.
"How does that solve our tank problem?" One guy asked.
"What tank problem?" Another replied. "I'm doing community service!"

The first man then pulled out a small battery-powered fan that held conversations that nobody else could hear, considering the fact that he's a scitzophrenic.

As he barked and argued with the small fan, the other man ran up to the tank, waiting a bit until his nails were as long as wolverene's, and then sliced through the top, beating everybody inside the tank until they had peed their friggin pants.

He then sliced all the controls and fired a senior citizen into a large power-plant. The power plant shook for a bit and blew into pieces, causing everybody to fall over and become rather sweaty.

They then decided to start a project where everybody donates their sweat to poor people whose homes were too close to the power plant, became radioactive, and grew feet and ran away.

Suddenly, the power plant was restored by

a post that appeared before someone could finish a different, but as long, well thought out post, making them edit it so it would make sense again.

Sadly this was impossible, and whilst JeffMOD contemplated this, a large herd of llamas suddenly spilled out of his spleen and formed a pile on the floor. JeffMOD then completely disappeared, and the pile of spleen-llamas were picked up by

blind internet pervets who believed they were children.

This caused an wide-spread economic leap within the Australian economy, for they had been with-out child for years now.

Sadly, once they discovered those were spleen llamas,, the economy collapsed and a group named "The Rivals" marched through the cities burning buildings, sacraficing them to

"The Warriors" who eventually took over NY, and Snake Plissken had to be called in to help some guy escape from

a government oriented plot laced with bad acting and even worse special effects. Somehow, a woman with 3 breasts appeared

to only have 1 breast. It was later found out she had 2, right on! On a more related matter,

a group of aliens crashed a large mechanism into a very large building, knocking a man in a creepy suit that keeps him alive off of a helicopter. Scared, the man in the suit

runs toward a mob, yelling "You can't just leave, Snake!" and the man is

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