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Welcome to Montgomery, the role-play this is a role-play situated in Montgomery, Massachusetts and everyone’s name in the role-play will be named Montgomery and you will have the abilities to stop meteors and you’ll be a baby angel wings. Is anyone interested? I’m looking for very committed players. There will be no rules.
Welcome to Montgomery, the role-play this is a role-play situated in Montgomery, Massachusetts and everyone’s name in the role-play will be named Montgomery and you will have the abilities to stop meteors and you’ll be a baby angel wings. Is anyone interested? I’m looking for very committed players. There will be no rules.
Plench's puscious butthole started to loop in circles as it concocted its own brand of mucus. Something slimy and well-written filled his hand and he read out loud a poem:"Jakont kus fu vatiso bega wehiherd frefofosa pilavesk frito lojohuwez stubapirfald hoche krazas strigomos uferda apochi blisako vradogosko ruroga kayiso
Yakonde kū hu wadeis bega weyerde rehohosa pilawēk rido loyouwēs tubapirhalde oche karsā tirgomō uherda abochi pilsago wardogōko luroga kayeis
Drakono kusu pu bačiso brega wehirede pereposa prilabeseke pirito lodrohuweze sutubaprilipala hotre krazasa sitrigomoso pereda potri brilisako bradogosoko ruroga kiso
Čakonto ku fo batiso bega vekikerde prefofosa pilabeske prito ločokuve stubapirfalda koše kraza stirigomo oferda apoše brisako bradogosko ruroga kayeso
-Tagonto ku fò badiso begha vegikerde plevofosa plido lodokuve skuvapirfarda kòze krè skirigomo overda abose blizako bladogospo yuroga kayeso
Žakon kus fu vatisu bega weiher frefovosa pilaveš fritu ložowez šubapirfal hoši krazas šigomos uferda apoši bilisaku bradogošu luroga kaisu
-Zakun kuth fu vatithu peka wehira frefovotha pilavis frittu lozowidh supappirfala hos kradha sikomu uferta appos pilithakku pratokos luroka kethu
--Zakuni kon fu baditu peka vehira refobota pelabis retsu lozovin sopapirfala hos rada sekom oferta apos pelitaku radokos loroka ketu
Yakonte kuš fo watisso bega oihiherde frepofossa pilaweške frito loyohuež stubapirfalde hotti krazaš stergomoš oferda apotti blisako uradogoško zuroga kaiso
-Yakonâ kuš fâ watisâ bega oyiheâdâ fiepofosa pilawešâ fuitâ loyohue subapiâfaudâ hoti kuaza seâgomo âfeâda apoti buisakâ uradogošâ tsuroga kaisâ"
Yakonde kū hu wadeis bega weyerde rehohosa pilawēk rido loyouwēs tubapirhalde oche karsā tirgomō uherda abochi pilsago wardogōko luroga kayeis
Drakono kusu pu bačiso brega wehirede pereposa prilabeseke pirito lodrohuweze sutubaprilipala hotre krazasa sitrigomoso pereda potri brilisako bradogosoko ruroga kiso
Čakonto ku fo batiso bega vekikerde prefofosa pilabeske prito ločokuve stubapirfalda koše kraza stirigomo oferda apoše brisako bradogosko ruroga kayeso
-Tagonto ku fò badiso begha vegikerde plevofosa plido lodokuve skuvapirfarda kòze krè skirigomo overda abose blizako bladogospo yuroga kayeso
Žakon kus fu vatisu bega weiher frefovosa pilaveš fritu ložowez šubapirfal hoši krazas šigomos uferda apoši bilisaku bradogošu luroga kaisu
-Zakun kuth fu vatithu peka wehira frefovotha pilavis frittu lozowidh supappirfala hos kradha sikomu uferta appos pilithakku pratokos luroka kethu
--Zakuni kon fu baditu peka vehira refobota pelabis retsu lozovin sopapirfala hos rada sekom oferta apos pelitaku radokos loroka ketu
Yakonte kuš fo watisso bega oihiherde frepofossa pilaweške frito loyohuež stubapirfalde hotti krazaš stergomoš oferda apotti blisako uradogoško zuroga kaiso
-Yakonâ kuš fâ watisâ bega oyiheâdâ fiepofosa pilawešâ fuitâ loyohue subapiâfaudâ hoti kuaza seâgomo âfeâda apoti buisakâ uradogošâ tsuroga kaisâ"
Bob sat in the parking lot.
Gus stood on the hood of the car, screaming at the sky.
“SHIT!” Gus screamed.
“Fuck you, Gus!” Bob screamed.
“NO, FUCK YOU, BOB!” Gus screamed again, louder this time.
Bob stood up. His pants were already full of shit.
“Shit pants, Gus! Shit pants!” Bob shouted, pointing to his thighs. “These are not khakis anymore! These are biohazards!”
Gus laughed. His mouth was full of jellybeans and spite.
“You’re full of shit, Bob.”
“You’re full of shit, Gus.”
“No, Bob, you’re FULL OF SHIT.”
Bob looked down. He was, in fact, full of shit. His pants were ballooning.
“Fuck you, Gus.”
“Fuck YOU, Bob.”
They kicked each other’s tires again. The tires squealed and squeaked and one of them spoke Latin before exploding into gravy.
Suddenly, a fartquake hit.
The ground rumbled.
Birds pooped in reverse.
A goat nearby turned inside out.
Bob fell to his knees. “It’s happening again.”
Gus fell too. “It’s the Plench Curse. We flushed the sacred toilet.”
From the sky, a plunger descended like a sword of destiny.
They both screamed at the top of their lungs:
“SHIT GODS HAVE RISEN!”
Qoqo appeared, naked except for a beard made of nacho cheese.
He pointed at them.
“You did this,” he whispered. “You shit so hard, reality folded.”
And then the sky turned brown.
Literal turd meteors rained down.
They screamed.
“FUCK YOU, GUS!”
“FUCK YOU, BOB!”
“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”
Every time they screamed, a new Bob was born and immediately died in a freak bidet accident.
Bob Blobson materialized, now wearing a crown made of diarrhea noodles.
“The Wendy’s… is in control now.”
Then, suddenly—
Gus opened his mouth and a brown beam shot out, obliterating a tree. Bob opened his mouth and released a thousand fart screams that shattered windshields across five counties.
They rolled on the ground, punching each other and screaming:
“FUCK YOU, GUS! SHIT! FUCK! SHIT!”
“FUCK YOU, BOB! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT!”
Qoqo clapped slowly as a slow-motion dump floated through the air, like a terrible ballet.
A toilet rolled across the parking lot. It was glowing.
Bob looked at Gus.
“Do we flush it?”
Gus looked at Bob.
“Only if you mean it.”
They flushed it together.
Part 3.5 — Qumlust
The flush echoed across the galaxies.
Bob and Gus lay in the crater of their own creation, steaming, stinking, and strangely… stirred.
“Fuck you, Gus…” Bob panted, chest heaving, “You… flushed with passion.”
Gus wiped a single tear of gravy from his cheek. “I did it for you, Bob. I did it for… Qum.”
Bob gasped.
“Qum…” he whispered. “I haven’t heard that name since The Spill.”
They stared at each other, nostrils flaring. The scent of Qum—thick, spicy, unidentifiable—lingered in the air.
“You still crave it?” Gus asked, voice trembling.
Bob licked his lips. “I crave it every night. I dream of Qum. I bathe in Qum. I AM Qum.”
Their faces inched closer, cheeks smeared with sauce and betrayal.
“You smell like beef,” Gus whispered.
“You smell like home,” Bob replied.
Suddenly, Qoqo appeared in the sky, arms wide, wearing a robe made of deli meat.
“You cannot run from your Qum,” Qoqo declared. “You must become Qum.”
They held each other as the brown wind howled, a saucy breeze lifting their souls.
And in that moment… they loved Qum. They loved each other.
Through the shit. Through the screams. Through the sauce.
To be Qum… is to be free.
Gus stood on the hood of the car, screaming at the sky.
“SHIT!” Gus screamed.
“Fuck you, Gus!” Bob screamed.
“NO, FUCK YOU, BOB!” Gus screamed again, louder this time.
Bob stood up. His pants were already full of shit.
“Shit pants, Gus! Shit pants!” Bob shouted, pointing to his thighs. “These are not khakis anymore! These are biohazards!”
Gus laughed. His mouth was full of jellybeans and spite.
“You’re full of shit, Bob.”
“You’re full of shit, Gus.”
“No, Bob, you’re FULL OF SHIT.”
Bob looked down. He was, in fact, full of shit. His pants were ballooning.
“Fuck you, Gus.”
“Fuck YOU, Bob.”
They kicked each other’s tires again. The tires squealed and squeaked and one of them spoke Latin before exploding into gravy.
Suddenly, a fartquake hit.
The ground rumbled.
Birds pooped in reverse.
A goat nearby turned inside out.
Bob fell to his knees. “It’s happening again.”
Gus fell too. “It’s the Plench Curse. We flushed the sacred toilet.”
From the sky, a plunger descended like a sword of destiny.
They both screamed at the top of their lungs:
“SHIT GODS HAVE RISEN!”
Qoqo appeared, naked except for a beard made of nacho cheese.
He pointed at them.
“You did this,” he whispered. “You shit so hard, reality folded.”
And then the sky turned brown.
Literal turd meteors rained down.
They screamed.
“FUCK YOU, GUS!”
“FUCK YOU, BOB!”
“SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”
Every time they screamed, a new Bob was born and immediately died in a freak bidet accident.
Bob Blobson materialized, now wearing a crown made of diarrhea noodles.
“The Wendy’s… is in control now.”
Then, suddenly—
Gus opened his mouth and a brown beam shot out, obliterating a tree. Bob opened his mouth and released a thousand fart screams that shattered windshields across five counties.
They rolled on the ground, punching each other and screaming:
“FUCK YOU, GUS! SHIT! FUCK! SHIT!”
“FUCK YOU, BOB! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT!”
Qoqo clapped slowly as a slow-motion dump floated through the air, like a terrible ballet.
A toilet rolled across the parking lot. It was glowing.
Bob looked at Gus.
“Do we flush it?”
Gus looked at Bob.
“Only if you mean it.”
They flushed it together.
Part 3.5 — Qumlust
The flush echoed across the galaxies.
Bob and Gus lay in the crater of their own creation, steaming, stinking, and strangely… stirred.
“Fuck you, Gus…” Bob panted, chest heaving, “You… flushed with passion.”
Gus wiped a single tear of gravy from his cheek. “I did it for you, Bob. I did it for… Qum.”
Bob gasped.
“Qum…” he whispered. “I haven’t heard that name since The Spill.”
They stared at each other, nostrils flaring. The scent of Qum—thick, spicy, unidentifiable—lingered in the air.
“You still crave it?” Gus asked, voice trembling.
Bob licked his lips. “I crave it every night. I dream of Qum. I bathe in Qum. I AM Qum.”
Their faces inched closer, cheeks smeared with sauce and betrayal.
“You smell like beef,” Gus whispered.
“You smell like home,” Bob replied.
Suddenly, Qoqo appeared in the sky, arms wide, wearing a robe made of deli meat.
“You cannot run from your Qum,” Qoqo declared. “You must become Qum.”
They held each other as the brown wind howled, a saucy breeze lifting their souls.
And in that moment… they loved Qum. They loved each other.
Through the shit. Through the screams. Through the sauce.
To be Qum… is to be free.
Plench
@Qoqo Tae Bo
Plench clenched Tae Bo's little toes and started licking and marinating his toes nails in saliva. Tae Bo regurgitated an entire octopus on the floor. Then came the hug of Jerome, who came from the left field in a shirt covered in turds. Eggs were shared amongst the group as they chizzled and chungled. There was no sign of Henry.
Plench
@Qoqo Tae Bo
Plench was so mad when his buttcheek got punched. He cried out in sheer terror. He hated the apology at first but then Tae bo kissed his butt. He started to vibrate and shimmer. Tae bo started meditating and Plench said "AHH. Orchob!" That was when Tae bo blinked. Plench engorged himself in reaction. "Yes. We are friends now."
Plench
@Qoqo Tae Bo
Plench laid there thriving and dribbling all over himself. He glared up at Tae bo, "You're going to regret this, Timmy. You'll see that I'm right, and then you'll probably wish that I was."
Plench went flying, to the side, and crashed into a tree. "I will make you regret this, Timmy!
Then Tae Bo teleported away. Plench felt sick. He couldn't believe that he had fallen for it. He went to pick up his phone, but it wasn't there. Plench ran home, quickly, and to his surprise, Plench's phone was still there on the table.
Plench dialed Tae Bo, and the phone rang but no one picked it up. Plench walked up to the phone, put his hand on it and called Tae Bo again. Nothing. He inserted the phone up his armpit pore for later. Then Tae bo teleported back!
Plench growled "I'm going to make you regret this, Timmy!" And then punched him in the gut.
Plench shook him and said, "I don't care. You're going to regret this, Timmy."
"I've seen what people do to save themselves from your wrath." Plench said. "I'll accept that you could be right. " Plench got back on his lawn mower and began to crank it back up.
Seconds passed and things didn't get any better. Plench did not want to feed Riley anymore. He was unsure of what to do, but something told him that Riley needed to disappear.
He finally gave in. He plugged Riley's figurine into a socket and put a battery back in it. Plench had a sudden mood swing. "But, my delicous friends have stolen my mortal coil! You don't have to worry. I told you I had a plan. The store's been restored, and it's safe to walk in. Tae Bo and Riley could fight their case. If they didn't, I would have to send you to jail. My proof is as clear as day. There should be no error."
Plench Slorpwings
Plench Slorpwings was going to the Baldhouse as he was feeling a type of way. A steamy type of way. He was listening to LMFAO's hit song "Party RocK" as his meaty flesh flopped about, tall felt hat in sync. He seemed to be almost dancing and this isn't a joke.
"I could use a brand new mower blade, ya know," Plench Slorpwings replied to his sleep paralysis demon." "Me n' my wife...we aren't using any blades on our lawn. You know why? She's always complaining that I make the grass too short and she would prefer I make it short like a lady, ya know."
Plamen Slorpwings then took a drag from his spliff, causing the mower blades on his mower to swing wildly out of control.
The spinning blades clipped a neighbor's flowerbed. Plench Slorpwings then got off of his lawn mower, annoyed that the stench of his smoke mixed with the smell of manure was clogging his nose
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