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 Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 1:47 pm
*puts away pistol and pulls out sword*
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 1:53 pm
*heads twords the building* alright,at the top of this building is general firrari so we need to be careful. *breaks down door,killing 2 hippies* there goes the door men. pirate
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 1:57 pm
(bye) *walks in door and kills more guards* where's the stairs?
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 3:05 pm
*sends hippie mercanary from Russia* " I'm here my leage" We don't have much time. Get in there and hold them off! "Can you put some pants on for gods sake..." I'm cutting your payment for that!!
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 3:30 pm
Wolf ran towards the Hippie HQ and was very puzzled. There was a wall, but no door. He had two choices. One, smash down the wall. Or two, go around and go through the main entrance. Right now his mind was altered greatly because of the weed he accidently smoked on the way there. So while he was enhanced by the weed-induced powers he smash down the south wall with his forehead. He slowly walked over all of the rubble.
He saw a bunch of hippies again, they were all smoking joints and drinking. Wolf, once again with his hobo craziness and weed induced brain, sheathed his sword and decided to fight them in hand-to-hand combat. Every time he beat one down he bit their head off and ate it. "TAAASTES LIIIKEEE CHIIICKEEEN!!!!!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 6:44 pm
Russian Mecenary: Sir I found this box and decided to get in it...
Mix Master D. Ferrari: Why in gods name would you do a thing like that?
Russian Mecenary: Some divine force somehow told me to get in it. Like it's somehow my destiny to be in this box at this very moment.
Mix Master D. Ferrari: Did the divine force also tell you to be a Ruussian Hippie b*****d? Huh. Did it tell you that too?
Russian Mercenary: Yes. I used to be a farmer in Iowa when one day I heard a voice in the feilds "If you become a Russian Hippie b*****d he will come" he said. "Who" I asked him. "I don't know I'm talking to you from within a ******** box right now I don't have all the answers just do it or I will... Uh go down there and shove an ore up your future hippie a**" And that is why I'm a Russian Hippie b*****d.
Mix Master D. Ferrari: Is this Box going to help you kill the enimy?
Russian Mercenary: What? Oh hell no. Is that what I'm here for. I'll get on that as soon as I'm done taking a piss in this box.
Mix Master D. Ferrari: stressed
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 7:39 pm
*looks over a whole crap load of dead bodys and sees a big door that says stairs and jumps over the bodys,opens the door,and there was the biggest russian hippie he had ever seen in his life..or maybe it was just the box....oh what the crap* Its time to die you stupid weed smoking hippie!! *shoots his pistol 7 times....#1 in the foot,#2 hit the box,#3 hit the box,#4 hit the box,#5 hit the box,#6 hit the box,and #7 hit his weed in his mouth* oh my sweet Jesus!!!! eek
Russian hippie:see I told you it was my destiny!!!
hippie killer1: um...uh.......*takes out sword and uppercuts him.......or his box to be exact*.......hey hey..........
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2005 8:31 pm
After laying the horde of hippies to a decapitated death, Wolf unsheathed his katana and looked up at the ceiling. On the ceiling he saw blood, dark-green reddish blood, that dripped on him. He sniffed one of the blood droplets. His eyes suddenly widened a great deal and he had a frown. "This is the blood of......hippies and if the smell is in the air for too long ********!" Then, as if an answer to his retarded cussing, it came. It crashed down the eastern wall and yowled as loud as it could. It was....The Super-Hippie! A Super-Hippie has the power of 100 hundred hippies that are extremely high, its a little bit taller than that frickin' giant hybrid Zac Kolves, it has the speed of Puma, and the IQ of 1517. It growled loudly and stared at Wolf. Wolf smiled at it, even though on the inside he was trembling. "Wow, I might have a challenge for once. You're alllll mine!"
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