TraceOfLife Is Waiting for my Answer I guess... Ok I had Green Ball and Hence I got ... Now I will battle ... [I will just pretend that I am in game...]
It's ironic that this thread is titled Parallel Worlds, since it's only in a parallel world that you'll find a forum game that's run on time
If you picked a: Your decision to elect Beard Harden as MVP sparks a new movement in professional basketball, as everyone comes to the realisation that having an epic beard is far more important than actually trying on defense. As the founder of this movement, ESPN invites you to provide commentary for a game. However, your own facial follicles are not quite up to snuff with the Dumbledore-esque beards now touted in the NBA (how embarrassing). On top of that, the game they invite you to commentate on is a Knicks vs. Sixers game! Do you: a) Wear a fake beard so that you look the part? b) Shave your whole head and try to start a new trend? c) Commit suicide because that's better than watching the Knicks/Sixers? If you picked b: Steph McFlurry is ecstatic about winning mvp, so he hangs out with you and eventually challenges you to a game of HORSE, and absolutely annihilates you because he can't help but get buckets. He feels bad about it, and so he buys you some McFlurries, and keeps buying them for you long after you've had enough. By this point there's so much fat coursing through your blood vessels that you have a heart attack and die and that's what you get for eating lots of maccas. If you picked c: Upon hearing you name him mvp, Russell WESTGOD searches deep within himself and unlocks his mighty powers. Upon seeing this Christians cry "Save us O might God", atheists are all like "What the actual fuck", and ISIS militants scream "DIE INFIDEL!!!" and vainly attempt to gun him down. WESTGOD is displeased by these reactions, and charges you with spreading the word that he is no mere sidekick to Durant and is in truth a leader, a superstar and the true alpha of any team. You ponder this task, and decide your best course of action is to: a) Prove your GOD-given athletic abilities through the greatest slam dunk contest of all time b) Challenge Durant to a public debate and demonstrate the righteousness of your newfound cause through superior wit c) Procrastinate by getting really drunk, dressing up like Ash Ketchum and wandering the streets throwing pokeballs at everyone you pass
stop making fun of TraceOfLife. He probably died in the AirAsia flight. RIP Trace 2014 We will always miss you ~ A moment of silence.
well actually he is ded and it is holidays sooo,,,,,,,,,he will get a bit more time feel free to rabblerouse in this thread
If you picked a) Wear a fake beard so that you look the part? You itch manically at your fake beard as you step into the commentary booth- a million mosquito bites wouldn't feel as bad as this! The game tips off and Tony Wroten and JR Smith immediately get started chucking shots. They each go 5-23 from the field and by halftime your fellow commentators are so incredibly bored that they're desperate for entertainment. One of them turns to you as you're itching your beard and says "Hey... why don't we play a game of mafia?" You immediately object- we don't have role pms, who's hosting, and what fucking deadlines are there? No-one else gives a shit and the game proceeds anyway. You go through RVS, the highlight of which was Derek Fisher joining in and trying to determine if there's a love triangle between you, the Zen Master and Spike Lee. And all this time your beard just won't stop itching! You keep itching and itching and itching, until eventually you tug on it and it is briefly exposed as a fake. You try to cover it up, but the damage is done- D-Fish shouts "AH-HAH! I know who the mafia is! Fortunately I have a daykill lol" and then he whips out a gun and shoots you and you die If you picked b) Shave your whole head and try to start a new trend? Your beard, gone. Your hair, gone. Your eyebrows, gone. You are truly a sight to behold. As you approach the commentary booth, heads turn, people gape in horror. You approach the commentary team and they are stricken. Eventually, they find the will to speak. "You... what have you done?" What, you don't think it looks good? "No you don't understand! This kind of oddball behaviour can only draw him closer" what "He has been summoned! How can you not see? TELL ME. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! "He comes... ...He is... Metta World Peace" And then he appears from nowhere, his hair dyed a strangely harmonic combination of bright orange and green. He turns, looks at you and says "sssshh. Don't ask questions. We're going to find Aquaman and I need you to come with me" And so he escorts you to the carpark where a choice of vehicles awaits you. Do you choose a) F1 racing car? b) Goat? c) All Terrain Venomoth? If you picked c) Commit suicide because that's better than watching the Knicks/Sixers? You have decided to end your life. The only question is how. How? What would end would be fitting to a promising life cut short by the tragedy of having to attend Knicks/76ers? Was your life all that promising in the first place? Did it have meaning? Did anything have meaning? Well, not any more, that's for sure. After all, you're going to die aren't you? So you might as well fulfill a life-long dream- of having sex with a US president. You call up and say "bby I luv u long time" After being put on an FBI watchlist and signed up to cat facts, you decide to instead spend your last hours getting really really drunk. Several long island iced teas later you find yourself at a bar when a stranger walks up to you and asks if you're looking for a good time. "What do you mean?" you ask. "Hookers, dumbass" Do you: a) Have sex with one hooker b) Have a threesome at no extra cost c) Tell him to fuck off and stumble out into the night If you picked a) Prove your GOD-given athletic abilities through the greatest slam dunk contest of all time You announce your slam dunk contest and then you challenge none other than the supposed "king" LeBron James. However he declines and you get to face the legendary Philadelphia 76ers mega-star KJ McDaniels instead. After quickly googling his name to confirm that he actually is in the NBA, you settle down to watch his first attempt. He hypes the crowd up, feeding on its energy like a vampire or some shit. He faces the hoop. He runs up, leaps, spins, puts the ball through his legs, brings it up and throws it down- only to get denied by the front of the rim. Unperturbed, he gives it another try. And another. And another. 7 attempts later, he finally manages to put down a 360 between-the-legs dunk. The crowd and judges go wild! This is so much better than the NBA slam dunk contest! Observing this you shrug, take a casual run up and put down a 720 between-the-legs dunk. The crowd goes insane and the judges absolutely explode. Literally. You've now got 4 dead judges and thousands of insane basketball fans on your hands. Do you: a) Pray to WestGOD to save you b) Fight your way to an exit using your bare hands c) Pull out your pocket sized AK-47 and go to town with the attached grenade launcher If you picked b) Challenge Durant to a public debate and demonstrate the righteousness of your newfound cause through superior wit you stand upon a stage before an audience of millions, eyeballing your new-found rival. Silence falls and Durant begins to speak "Look, Russ is a great player and all, but he can't be the mvp. The real mvp is the woman who raised me, taught me right from wrong. Mom, you the real mvp" and everyone bursts into tears. That's it? That's his argument? That is an utter travesty compared to the eloquent, sophisticated response I have planned. A response which engulfs this afterthought of a case, for your cause is righteous, no-one else can bring the truth to these ignorant heretics, and you can rest assured that if everything goes to plan, they will see with crystal clarity the holy strength of WestGOD. You decide to discard that plan, and instead tell him to suck your dick. Enraged, Durant begins shedding his skin- it had been a disguise all along! Layer by layer, the disguise falls away revealing a... Durant! The Durant attacks you. You defend yourself by: a) Using a fire extinguisher b) Throwing a 5L container of petrol at it c) Grappling at it with your bare hands, eventually wrestling it into a chokehold If you picked c) Procrastinate by getting really drunk, dressing up like Ash Ketchum and wandering the streets throwing pokeballs at everyone you pass How the fuck are you meant to start a religion? You're not good at speaking to people, you have no charisma and you'd have trouble organising an imaginary birthday party, let alone a real one. This is all too much. So you wander down to the local bottle store and buy the first bottle of scotch you see. Upon purchasing it, you immediately begin sculling it, all while looking the cashier in the eye the whole time. You finish, slam the bottle on the counter and walk out without a word. You return home, don your cap and blue jacket and head out onto the streets, armed with dozens of pokeballs. Time passes in a drunken haze of red, white and angry strangers. Eventually you realise you've run out of pokeballs- there's none in your pocket which is weird- wait! There's one, you just dropped it. You pick up the red and white ball, only it's not a pokeball- it's a Voltorb, it shocks you, you die and @TraceofLife laughs at you. If you are @Cheezeburgar and picked both c) options You feel a change sweep over you- you feel strangely lethargic and you're covered in fur. Congratulations! You've transformed into Schrodinger's cat! But wait, wasn't that just a thought experiment to criticise a certain interpretation of quantum mechanics? Yeah, well I don't see many other things that are simultaneously alive and dead so shut up. As a cat, it is now your objective to escape the box with its poison vial and whatnot and enact your plan to begin controlling the minds of humans. In order to escape the box you: a) Do nothing because you're dead b) Claw frantically at the walls of the box c) Meow incessantly Deadline for this shit is whenever I feel like it Also if anyone feels the urge to pick multiple options I will appear out of nowhere and turn your dick into a pancake or something
-Mike- A Fiery Espeon B Nitrogen C NotMafia B Latimaster B Ricekirby C Whereabouts Unknown B Water C Ortheore B Cheezeburgar A Now update
I even forgot what was the question and the answer I picked. So I will trust NotMafia, hoping he didn't change my answer :3
For those who answered A on Q2.A , your zangoose killed the seviper and youre safe B: because youre a noob, you cant catch it and seviper killed you, rip C: you run away safely! Q2.B A: nothing happened B: when you tried to talk, they shot you rip C: because you're bad at aiming, nothing happened Will post q tomorrow