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#1802
11-13-2015
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I wish to actionate!
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#1804
01-03-2017
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This is the yearly shitpost, that only happens once a year
reply to this post for infinite fancy hats if u ignore, zombies will show up to gnaw your arm and stomp all over your discarded monopoly boards that you threw at them as a distaction
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#1806
01-03-2017
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Turn 0 Results:
Killshot: A man stirs. Opening up his eyes, he is greeted only by darkness. "...Damn, I must have really tied one on last night. I didn't think you could actually drink yourself blind. Huh." Rising to his feet, Jack raises his arms in front of himself cautiously, feeling for a wall. As he shuffles forward, he feels a sharp pain in his shin and falls over something. Upon impact with the coffee table, a particularly dark pair of sunglasses fall off his face, eliciting a groan of pain as light assaults his eyes. "...Serves me right, I guess." Jack mutters, moving his hand to shield his eyes and fighting back a wave of nausea. Once the room stabilizes, he rises again, moving to the refrigerator. Opening it, he takes out a bottle of Jack, leaving the door open behind him as he plods over to the couch. "Aaaaah, that's better. Wonder what general stupidity the world is up to today..." Jack says, taking a deep pull from the bottle. He fumbles underneath the cushion for a moment, finally coming up with a remote. He drops it once, curses a bit, and picks it up again, turning on the television. A reporter shows up immediately, looking slightly harried. Elsewhere... AsterGray: "-that attacks have been reported all over the city. We repeat, citizens are to stay in their home and-Hey! Which one of you morons left the door open? No I don't care who it was, just get that thing out of-*kssssssh*" Connor stares at the television, nonplussed. "Well, shit, my dudes. What now?" He mumbles to himself, as is his normal fashion. Before he can contemplate the matter further, he hears the sound of breaking glass. Looking behind himself, he sees an overweight fellow with a terribly scuzzy beard trying to force himself through the dining room window. Blood mats the front of the man's shirt. With no hesitation, Connor snatches up a nearby board game board, folds it up, and runs at the man, shoving the board down his throat, pushing the intruder back outside. The attacker falls on his back, scrabbling at the Monopoly board. Turn 1 Start. Turn 1 Results whenever the hell I feel really, really bored.
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#1807
05-01-2017
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Well its good you've kept busy for three months, at least v:
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#1808
08-20-2019
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Turn 1 Results:
Killshot: Jack shifts on the couch, feeling like he hasn't moved for years, then stands up. The floor creaks loudly at the movement. Jack takes another swig of Jack, and ambles over to the window, noticing a man across the street who appears to be assaulting another man with a board game. Turn 2 Start. Results when I feel like it, MomNinjasplaycardgames2.
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#1810
09-26-2021
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Sighing deeply at the flailing figure outside my window, I gather my composure and collect my Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones themed Monopoly from my Monopoly board shelf and exit my home, ready to accept the whims of fate before me
(And win the Zombie Genesis, which is both achievable and something that is healthy to aspire to)
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