Game 9 Discussion - Zeta Conference
bigfatguy64
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fighting moosethings or whatever are going down in a bad bad way. this one is personal
backfliptim
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Yeah I guess I missed the part where the Moose said that they preferred toast over biscuits.
backfliptim
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Sorry. I was just reading what BFG said and forgot that you were the Elk, heh heh....yeah.
Iamoop
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my fathers? whatd my father ever do to you?
I'm just not getting it.... doesn't make sense...
I'm just not getting it.... doesn't make sense...
ericarnold86
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its quite simple.
At the dawn of time, Adam & Eve occured. The misnomer that the Bible messes up on is that these creatures were human. Actually they were Elk. Back then they were built like the Whattsamatta logo; bipedal, large ears and a humanesque torso (with no hair or a light covering). Think of the classical Greek Minotaur.
Anyways, God made Adam, then made Eve of Adam's rib. But there was no forbidden fruit. God only tempted these creatures with his finest creation: Biscuits. Golden like the sands of future Galileah. Crisp like the desert sun. As long as the Elk stayed away from these fluffy temptations, we would be talking about the Antlers of Turin.
Alas, Eve could not resist. There was no Satan. No Snake. Just butter, bread and melting, cascading flavor. The aroma beckoned her over. She became moist (in the mouth, sickos... maybe). AdamElk cringed. She had tasted them first.
And with that, Elks were regulated to four legs, and lost the gift of speech and reason. Biscuits, due to the sins of the fathers, were bestowed upon the 2nd Race, Humans. With the gift of baking these magical treats, soon came further technological advances. Pottery, hieroglyphics, fast food, antibiotics, porno.
So think of the opportunity the Elk had. We Biscuits were a symbol for prosperity, honor and regal composure. Now, all can have a taste. There is nothing more divine than a Biscuit (maybe Noel Devine).
Despite their sacriligous acts, humans thank elks by making them endangered and being aware of their habitat. Now biscuits can be made with poor yeast and subpar results. Its just a shame. We should have been more. We are more. We have overcome. But it is not enough. So just remember, when you watch from the afterlife as two sticks of PWNButter ooze over your coffin, that your fathers have not paid enough. These sins have no confessional. Welcome to the Oven, the H is O.
At the dawn of time, Adam & Eve occured. The misnomer that the Bible messes up on is that these creatures were human. Actually they were Elk. Back then they were built like the Whattsamatta logo; bipedal, large ears and a humanesque torso (with no hair or a light covering). Think of the classical Greek Minotaur.
Anyways, God made Adam, then made Eve of Adam's rib. But there was no forbidden fruit. God only tempted these creatures with his finest creation: Biscuits. Golden like the sands of future Galileah. Crisp like the desert sun. As long as the Elk stayed away from these fluffy temptations, we would be talking about the Antlers of Turin.
Alas, Eve could not resist. There was no Satan. No Snake. Just butter, bread and melting, cascading flavor. The aroma beckoned her over. She became moist (in the mouth, sickos... maybe). AdamElk cringed. She had tasted them first.
And with that, Elks were regulated to four legs, and lost the gift of speech and reason. Biscuits, due to the sins of the fathers, were bestowed upon the 2nd Race, Humans. With the gift of baking these magical treats, soon came further technological advances. Pottery, hieroglyphics, fast food, antibiotics, porno.
So think of the opportunity the Elk had. We Biscuits were a symbol for prosperity, honor and regal composure. Now, all can have a taste. There is nothing more divine than a Biscuit (maybe Noel Devine).
Despite their sacriligous acts, humans thank elks by making them endangered and being aware of their habitat. Now biscuits can be made with poor yeast and subpar results. Its just a shame. We should have been more. We are more. We have overcome. But it is not enough. So just remember, when you watch from the afterlife as two sticks of PWNButter ooze over your coffin, that your fathers have not paid enough. These sins have no confessional. Welcome to the Oven, the H is O.
Last edited Aug 18, 2008 08:52:57
kswass
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Originally posted by ericarnold86
its quite simple.
At the dawn of time, Adam & Eve occured. The misnomer that the Bible messes up on is that these creatures were human. Actually they were Elk. Back then they were built like the Whattsamatta logo; bipedal, large ears and a humanesque torso (with no hair or a light covering). Think of the classical Greek Minotaur.
Anyways, God made Adam, then made Eve of Adam's rib. But there was no forbidden fruit. God only tempted these creatures with his finest creation: Biscuits. Golden like the sands of future Galileah. Crisp like the desert sun. As long as the Elk stayed away from these fluffy temptations, we would be talking about the Antlers of Turin.
Alas, Eve could not resist. There was no Satan. No Snake. Just butter, bread and melting, cascading flavor. The aroma beckoned her over. She became moist (in the mouth, sickos... maybe). AdamElk cringed. She had tasted them first.
And with that, Elks were regulated to four legs, and lost the gift of speech and reason. Biscuits, due to the sins of the fathers, were bestowed upon the 2nd Race, Humans. With the gift of baking these magical treats, soon came further technological advances. Pottery, hieroglyphics, fast food, antibiotics, porno.
So think of the opportunity the Elk had. We Biscuits were a symbol for prosperity, honor and regal composure. Now, all can have a taste. There is nothing more divine than a Biscuit (maybe Noel Devine).
Despite their sacriligous acts, humans thank elks by making them endangered and being aware of their habitat. Now biscuits can be made with poor yeast and subpar results. Its just a shame. We should have been more. We are more. We have overcome. But it is not enough. So just remember, when you watch from the afterlife as two sticks of PWNButter ooze over your coffin, that your fathers have not paid enough. These sins have no confessional. Welcome to the Oven, the H is O.
OMG
its quite simple.
At the dawn of time, Adam & Eve occured. The misnomer that the Bible messes up on is that these creatures were human. Actually they were Elk. Back then they were built like the Whattsamatta logo; bipedal, large ears and a humanesque torso (with no hair or a light covering). Think of the classical Greek Minotaur.
Anyways, God made Adam, then made Eve of Adam's rib. But there was no forbidden fruit. God only tempted these creatures with his finest creation: Biscuits. Golden like the sands of future Galileah. Crisp like the desert sun. As long as the Elk stayed away from these fluffy temptations, we would be talking about the Antlers of Turin.
Alas, Eve could not resist. There was no Satan. No Snake. Just butter, bread and melting, cascading flavor. The aroma beckoned her over. She became moist (in the mouth, sickos... maybe). AdamElk cringed. She had tasted them first.
And with that, Elks were regulated to four legs, and lost the gift of speech and reason. Biscuits, due to the sins of the fathers, were bestowed upon the 2nd Race, Humans. With the gift of baking these magical treats, soon came further technological advances. Pottery, hieroglyphics, fast food, antibiotics, porno.
So think of the opportunity the Elk had. We Biscuits were a symbol for prosperity, honor and regal composure. Now, all can have a taste. There is nothing more divine than a Biscuit (maybe Noel Devine).
Despite their sacriligous acts, humans thank elks by making them endangered and being aware of their habitat. Now biscuits can be made with poor yeast and subpar results. Its just a shame. We should have been more. We are more. We have overcome. But it is not enough. So just remember, when you watch from the afterlife as two sticks of PWNButter ooze over your coffin, that your fathers have not paid enough. These sins have no confessional. Welcome to the Oven, the H is O.
OMG
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