Let the story begins...

Bananashroom · Joined: 30 Jun 2009 Posts:

Once upon a time there was a Bananashroom. the end.

P.S. Bananashroom often search for Fright's mom and let the stories begins...if you know what i mean.

Afterwards, feeling tired and really disappointed. the end. But wait! Banana knew it wasnt the end! He leap onto his weary, callused feet, and tripped over his justin bieber voodoo doll, which made a sound that sounded like moo. because of the sound it makes, the doll is called Moo.

Moo had a lover and the lover's name is called Yeetawh(pronounced Utah). Everyone knew that Yeetawh loved taking pictures of BIG RED WOODEN THINGS! But, the BIG RED WOODEN THINGS hated having their pictures taken. So, Frightening took that as a challenge and grabbed his baseball bat with a nail in it and his trusty unicorn stuffed animal. then he asked his mother if he could please pursue a career in interpretive dance. she complied upon the condition that he...

Sang the entire musical OKLAHOMA in front of all his piers and friends while wearing a pink spandex jumpsuit.

But as he proceded into his back 2 and one half flip he realized he had overlookedone of the conditions since it was presented in limerick form. That condition was that

he should sing OKLAHOMA while wearing Yeetawh's jock strap and yoda back pack.

He then became so embarrassed he CALLED IT THE ARISTOCRATS....

(The End imo)

Then that gallant, handsome, brave young man, our heroic Frightening, bounded with a masculine athleticism reminescent of the Olympian Gods onto a nearby boulder, proclaiming in a deep, booming voice across all the lands, "GRIMMER'S OPINION DOES NOT MATTER!!"

Afterwards, He called that one The dirty Rotten Cock Sucking Mother fuckers. For his next trick he Stabbed Grimmer to death with a pencil.

Suddenly, Slash pops out of nowhere and play the solo to November Rain. This cause the sky to darken. Haq look up to the sky and wonders if this was the doing of the same man. The same man that he killed with his pen. Cause everyone knows the pen is mghtier than the sword. the man is none other then Zom the Zombie Jesus who was also the founder of the most notorious gang in the world, The KKK, the Kool Kats Klan. they are known for being severely fond of Big point white hats......and extremely cute white kittens. In this love of theirs, they each had their way with the kittens and then shouted out

"SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME! YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!"

But Frightening, hearing this, started singing "Dont stop believin'" by journey. As he sang, the heavens opened wide, and the angelic chorus marveled at his majestic voice. Floating down through the clouds, sheathed in brilliant light and unimaginable beauty, came his role model, Richard Simmons, riding a unicorn. Filled with excitement.

Frightening couldn't help but to weep shamelessly into his coveted blanket he had had since childhood, which he fondly called his "bankie". MANY hours after his tears of pure joy subsided he then woke up from his dream and was confronted with the cold reality of his life. Prison! His first day was pretty rough, it was all he could do to stop himself from going mad. The memories of him stabbing Grimmer over over again with a pencil will haunt him for the rest of his life.

The only reason he was staying in prison is because he needed time alone to think and to try run away from the nightmare. For a man that single handedly killed Mimiron and Yogg-saron, there was no prison that can hold such great powers. Just as he was about to enter the madness in his head again, he heard a familiar voice. he look out of his cell and saw an image silluhetted against the dim light of the prison block behind it. The powerful warlock grimaced, the lines of old hatred and pain grew deep in his dark countenance; an old fire sparked in his eyes.

The silluhette in front of him spoke, a voice as black and heavy as the oppressive prison air around them crawled through the darkness, slithering into his ears with as tangible a sensation as if it had been a nest of worms, saying, "welcome to subway, can I take your order?"

He knew that what the image said was a trap in order to induce pain upon himself which he clearly did not want. Looking up with a grin on his face as though he were trying to make the image reach a level of his own insanity said, "I want a footlong meatball on wheat with american cheese.... you son of a bitch." Then he took out his pencil and started stabbing.

Suddenly he woke up. Again. It had been a dream inside a dream. This could only mean one thing CLEARLY Obzen had been dreaming that he was Frightening. Again. His obsession ran deep, and if he didn't seek medical help soon, he might Turn into an Amminidab, which meant that he could only be very, very gay. The gayest of gays. But that was neither here nor there.

This is the end of the story because haq had to post something that doesnt allow the flow of the story. thanks for contributing.

Keep em coming guys. I will call this story, "The Story of The Guild"
also, try to add more people in just for shits and giggles