Pick Up The Phone Booth and Aisle
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You stand perfectly still, doing absolutely nothing. Unfortunately, an anvil is about to fall on that very spot.Shoop Da Whoop said:
*** You are killed by an overused cartoon joke. ***
But wait...
You feel a tremendous wrench the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.
But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....
Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.
On to the next aisle.
The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.
You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.
There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
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You play Mario Kart 7.Shoop Da Whoop said:
You play as Honey Queen.
Everyone hates Honey Queen.
***Therefore, everyone hates you***
But wait...
You feel a tremendous wrench the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.
But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....
Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.
On to the next aisle.
The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.
You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.
There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
You click on the "win game" link. Suddenly, a message appears in the middle of the aisle in the form of a giant stone that crushes the phone booth. The stone reads, "YOU'VE WON!! NOW GO AND EAT PIE!!!"Smasher said:
You jump for joy, do a little cabbage patching, embarrass yourself with a victory dance, and go up to an old lady and shout, "HAH! I PWNED U n00b!!"
Suddnenly, the universe begins to collapse around you, and you realize that only you and a blank empty space remains. You shout, "Uh, I didn't mean that, old lady!" and Nobody hears you. He approaches you, a sickeningly swee-ee-eet smile on his face. You say, "Who the heck are you?!?"
"I'm nobody," he says, "who are you? Are you nobody, too?" He adds, "and my last name is 'in particular.'"
"Umm..." you mutter to yourself, thinking how angry the author of the poem Nobody quoted would be if she found that out and were still alive. "Where am I?" you say to Nobody in particular. He answers in the fakest British accent ever, "Why you've won, old bean! In about two seconds, reality will snap back into focus!" Nobody takes out a bazooka, but, instead of shooting it, klunks you on the head with it. You slip into a coma.
When you wake up, your eyes are still closed when you realize that none of it was real. You then open your eyes and make another realization.
"We're sucking your brain out with these bendy-straws!" said the Supreme Martian Overlord. You feel your brain moving, and since it is so tiny, it moves with ease. Your last thought before you become a hideous, brainless, undead corpse is, "You are SO off of my 'cool aliens' list!"
*** Your cold, brainless body is now Martian property. ***
But wait...
You feel a tremendous wrench the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.
But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....
Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.
On to the next aisle.
The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.
You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.
There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
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Magikrazy realizes that he skipped a reply.Magus said:
"Oh, that happens all the time"
Magikrazy realizes it's Reply #100.
Magikrazy explodes.
***The game is cancelled***
You quickly go to YouTube on your laptop and watch your own videos. You look at the views for each one and realize that you are the only one that watches your videos. You sigh and close the window, knowing that you couldn't even make an entertaining video if your life depended on it! You start to continue shopping, but you trip and fall into the phone booth. Since the phone booth has no floor, you fall.Shoop Da Whoop said:
And fall.
And fall some more. For an extremely long time.
Finally, you hit the ground and, miraculously, survive the impact. You get up and look around. You see skulls hanging from a ceiling, with words written on them like "BAD GAMER", "CD-i", and "CLINTON CAMPAIGN".
"Where am I?" you say out loud in the spirit of overused lines.
"You are in the Purgatory of Horrible YouTube Videos!" a devilish figure shouts. "You have been sentenced here for watching your own videos and thinking that they are good. Now you must pay by BEING FORCED TO WATCH HORRIBLE VIDEOS FOR ALL OF ETERNITY!! (And for a few days after that.)"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" you yell.
"YEEEEEEEEEEES!" he figure answers. "Now shut up and log on."
*** You die from watching horrible videos, and your skull is hung from the aforementioned ceiling. ***
But wait...
You feel a tremendous wrench the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.
But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....
Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.
On to the next aisle.
The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.
You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.
There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
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I ask you if I can join forces with you and help take down Smasher.
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You are on a roll, Smasher.Smasher said:
***Nah, just kidding. You didn't win***
But wait...
You feel a tremendous wrench the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.
But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....
Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.
On to the next aisle.
The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.
You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.
There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
If only they existed.Shoop Da Whoop said:
***You wait forever, hoping Smasher dolls are invented, which they never are.***
But wait...
You feel a tremendous wrench the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.
But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....
Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.
On to the next aisle.
The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.
You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.
There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
Well, he didn't win.Godot said:
***That's a start***
But wait...
You feel a tremendous wrench the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.
But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....
Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.
On to the next aisle.
The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.
You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.
There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
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Bueno, pero tu no eres inteligente.Smasher said:
***Fuiste insultado por Magikrazy***
Pero espera...
Se siente una llave enorme - la mano de Dios que descendía para limpiar la pizarra temporal. El mundo se disuelve, y luego rápidamente a la existencia a las inundaciones, la restauración de su estado como lo fue antes de hacer su mudanza.
Pero de alguna manera, las cosas no se establecen exactamente lo mismo que la última vez ....
La noche del jueves. Has tenido un día duro y lo último que necesita es esto: ir de compras. Por suerte, el lugar es bastante vacío y que está progresando rápidamente.
En el siguiente pasillo.
La nave se extiende hacia el norte, y de regreso al sur. Las estanterías a ambos lados de bloquear la vista del resto de los supermercados, con sólo el pasillo de colores brillantes marcas visibles.
Usted ha dejado su carro junto a la sección de pastas, brillantes bolsas de plástico llenas de pálidos tonos de piel las formas.
Hay una mujer morena de unos pocos metros por delante, llenando su carro con las salsas.
Una cabina de teléfono de metal brillante se encuentra en el centro del pasillo.
You feel so powerful after picking up that mysterious phone booth and the bottom of the aisle with it. The woman loves you now, your wallet is suddenly filled with cash, and your acne has cleared up forever!Shoop Da Whoop said:
That's right:
*** You have won ***
Oh no! It turns out that was just some aliens playing a trick on you from their flying saucer!
Whilst your rosy sense of achievement has distracted you, they have taken the opportunity to quickly suck out your gastric juices with a telescopic bendy straw! In other words, you just lost The Game.
*** You thought you had won, but in reality, YOU LOST ***
But wait...
You feel a tremendous wrench the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.
But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....
Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.
On to the next aisle.
The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.
You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.
There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
Time Turner
You are filled with determination. (R/GD/TT)
Rescue LuigiNo1 from Purgatory of Horrible YouTube Videos
Nathan Fielder
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Retired Wiki Staff
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I ask Magikrazy to help me run over Smasher with two steamrollers.
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He's not there anymore. The chalkboard was wiped.GreenDisaster said:
Okay, you're new god. Here's your first assignment.Smasher said:
Godot said:
And make sure all your posts as God in this end in:
But wait...
You feel a tremendous wrench the hand of God coming down to wipe clean the temporal chalkboard. The world dissolves, and then quickly floods back into existence, restoring its state as it was before you made your move.
But somehow, things aren't set up exactly the same as last time....
Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.
On to the next aisle.
The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly colored aisle markers visible.
You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.
There is a brunette woman a few meters ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.
A shiny metal phone booth sits in the center of the aisle.
Time Turner
You are filled with determination. (R/GD/TT)
I try to convince God to let me be his understudy.