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Lord Emo And his Army had arrived at the battlefield, His troops were exhausted and demanded cookies. Emo, Threw cookies into the air for his troops. Most of them were swept out of the sky by hungry birds, who apparently liked cookies! (Who'd of thought?) His looked at him with a blank stare. "More Cookies??" they asked. Lord Emo looked at them with nervousness and worry, over what he was going to say. "Um.... I don't have anymore cookies!" Said Emo With a tremble in his voice.
The Soldiers looked around and saw entire chests full of cookies. "Those are cookies, aren't you going to feed your troops with those," asked a soldier. "They look tasty. Just like my grandmother used to make" Said another who took a small bite out of the cookie that he just took. "Hey! This tastes just like my Grandmother's recipe! Explain yourself Lord Emo, Hath thou stolen my grandmother's recipe?" he asked. "COO...KIES.... COO...KIES..... COO...KIES..." They chanted as they enclosed on Emo. "My cookies their-" Someone had knocked Emo out with a glass bottle. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
The Soldiers looked around and saw entire chests full of cookies. "Those are cookies, aren't you going to feed your troops with those," asked a soldier. "They look tasty. Just like my grandmother used to make" Said another who took a small bite out of the cookie that he just took. "Hey! This tastes just like my Grandmother's recipe! Explain yourself Lord Emo, Hath thou stolen my grandmother's recipe?" he asked. "COO...KIES.... COO...KIES..... COO...KIES..." They chanted as they enclosed on Emo. "My cookies their-" Someone had knocked Emo out with a glass bottle. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
16-Dec-2015 05:01:52
Emo saw his assailant. He was a lad of around 17. When Emo woke up, he remembered whom he was and where he was, and tracked him down personally. He made his way to the young lad with two guards, who were eating some of Emo's cookies. "Yeah, you enjoy those cookies," he thought to himself while hiding his inner anger. "Lanz!" hollered Emo at the 17 year old. "You are under arrest for bottling me you son of a" -- A trumpet sounded-- "Guards!" cried Emo. "I want his head tied to his legs so that he can be fired out of our catapults at the fort!" said Emo. "Yes Sir!" they said obediently, as they rushed Lanz off to the nearest table. Two minutes later, Lanz was loaded onto a trebuchet about and fired at the castle at a distance of 40 yards
*anz crashed into the wall and his blood splattered onto the wall. "Catapults.... FIRE!" yelled Emo, as the catapults fired slabs of granite into the walls. Some of the slabs of granite knocked a few of Lord Lasky's men off the battlements, about 15, in fact. Back at Lord Emo's camp, Emo was celebrating the bombardment with a beer of his own personal brew. "Tears of the Infidel" It was a brew that he forced all the people in his town to buy, whether they liked it or not, under penalty of death.
As it turned out, nobody liked this horribly named beer, and tossed the bottles of this spirit onto the street, which in years past, made Lord Emo very angry, and prompted him to pass a law that stated that "breaking a bottle was an offense punishable by death, whether intentional or unintentional." He also placed soldiers in people's homes to make sure that they drank this horrid watered-down swill every day. By force if necessary. This made Lord Emo one of the richest nobles in the kingdom, and unsurprisingly, one of the most hated. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
*anz crashed into the wall and his blood splattered onto the wall. "Catapults.... FIRE!" yelled Emo, as the catapults fired slabs of granite into the walls. Some of the slabs of granite knocked a few of Lord Lasky's men off the battlements, about 15, in fact. Back at Lord Emo's camp, Emo was celebrating the bombardment with a beer of his own personal brew. "Tears of the Infidel" It was a brew that he forced all the people in his town to buy, whether they liked it or not, under penalty of death.
As it turned out, nobody liked this horribly named beer, and tossed the bottles of this spirit onto the street, which in years past, made Lord Emo very angry, and prompted him to pass a law that stated that "breaking a bottle was an offense punishable by death, whether intentional or unintentional." He also placed soldiers in people's homes to make sure that they drank this horrid watered-down swill every day. By force if necessary. This made Lord Emo one of the richest nobles in the kingdom, and unsurprisingly, one of the most hated. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
17-Dec-2015 22:13:11 - Last edited on 19-Dec-2015 03:02:40 by Pink 4 Twink
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