The One and Only Underappreciated Posters Thread

[Guest Lightning Flik]

Fuck You...

 

 

Somebody didn't read the DRIPPING scarcasm...

 

 

So much for the potential SCHIZO CHOKEN angle I was thinking about...

Um, sorry Choken, but I'm afraid I'd rather not fuck around. Considering there isn't a female about, it just wouldn't feel right, ya know?

 

Sarcasm isn't my thing. Can't do it, can't get it. My character flaw.

[Guest Fook_Hing_Ho]

Most guys on the teams are known for something special. I haven't done anything, therefore, I can't possibly be in the SAGA.

I never did anything special here and I was in the saga.

 

At least until Choken wrote me out of it...

 

 

<--------- Still upset about that

[Guest Lightning Flik]

I never did anything special here and I was in the saga.

 

At least until Choken wrote me out of it...

 

 

<--------- Still upset about that

Ah, but you see. I know that if I was written in, I'd be like a cameo typish person for no purpose whatsoever that would just be awful.

 

Through no fault of the SAGA's. I've just got no charisma.

[Guest Choken One]

:::C.C's Home:::

 

 

:::Walking out of the shower with a Soft Plush Yellow Towel wrapped around her lovely figure...C.C sits on the stool of her vanity and brushes her hair:::

 

C.C: *WHISTLES*

 

:::She smiles as she looks in the reflection of the mirror and sees Her new lover Kotz lying peacfully asleep:::

 

C.C: I've never been happier then I am right now...

 

::::Meanwhile...A plane Lands:::

 

:::A few men scatter across the runway and enter seperate vehicles:::

 

:::The B Team of Mario, Chave, Caboose and AM all enter a Blue Accord:::

 

:::Zack steps onto his custom made Harley:::

 

:::Choken and CWM stand face to face and they shake hands...Choken walks to his car...He climbs into his blue truck and watches CWM board another plane taking him home:::

 

:::Choken Drives Away:::

 

 

 

 

:::A Lush Office in NYC:::

 

:::A Large yet Short man in a Fine Italian Suit enters a Office:::

 

:::He opens an Canister and withdraws a Cuban Cigar:::

 

:::He Slides into his Corinthian Leather Chair::

 

Dames: Thy Name Is Dames...Power is my Fucking game. *Laughs*

 

:::Lights Cigar and leans back:::

 

:::The Door Opens::

 

Dames: There we go!

 

::An Equally Short man of stature enters the room with a Loaded Envelope::

 

Barron: Here we go Sir...The Payment.

 

::Hands Dames the Envelope::

 

:::Dames brings it up to his Nose::

 

Dames: Money...Money...Money...Sweet fucking Money.

 

:::Slips Envelope inside Coat Pocket:::

 

Dames: Got the Girls for the Party?

 

Barron: .....Yeah. I found a couple Blondes at the Pottery Barn this morning...

 

Dames: Good Job. *smiles*

 

::Dames pulls up from his Chair and takes one long puff of his cigar before putting it out...Walks to the door and Pops on his Hat::

 

Dames: Let's make the town over, Baby.

 

 

 

:::Back in C.C's House:::

 

::in the Kitchen...C.C stands over the stove preparing a beautiful dinner for her and her Lover:::

 

:::Kotz awakens from the aroma of the grilling Steak and walks into the Shower::

 

:::A Soft tapping Knock is heard:::

 

:::C.C doesn't hear the sound of the door knocking...The door slowly creeks open...:::

 

:::An Man appears in the shadows of the Window reflecting back to the stunned eyes of C.C:::

 

C.C: Zack!

Zack: That's right Baby...It's Me! Oh I've missed you...

C.C: *Nervously trembling* Me too...

Zack: Your not gonna give me a Kiss?

C.C: Oh of course!

 

:::Zack holds C.C tight in his arms as C.C bites her Lips:::

 

Zack: I see you were making quite the dinner for yourself here...Grilled Steak...Baked Potatos...Wow.

C.C: U know me...I'm a Big Eater...Look...I better change for you!

Zack: No...I like you like this...

C.C: *giggles* Thanks but please...Lemme Change...

 

::C.C runs up the stairs in fear::

 

:::C.C slowly opens the bedroom door and sees Kotz no longer in the bed and sees him in the shower:::

 

:::She once again falls in lust as she stares intensely at Kotz's Soapy smooth long thick shaft:::

 

:::She snaps back to reality::

 

C.C: Zack's Here...You gotta get outta here!

kOTZ: Oh SHIT!

 

::C.C Rushes back down to the kitchen:::

 

Zack: I thought you were changing...

C.C: Oh I was but then I thought...If my man likes this..He gets it...

 

::C.C sits on Zack's Lap and playfully bites his lips and they slowly go into a deep passionate kiss:::

 

:::Mean While...Kotz...tries to sneak out of the house but BONK!::

 

ZACK: What was that?

C.C: NOTHING!

 

:::Loud Manaical Screaming is heard from across the house:::

 

AngleSault: HA! HA! HA! HA! Got your ass! WHOO! You thought you were so slick knocking me out! Well...Guess what...Your the clown on the floor! WHOO!

 

Zack: What the hell? Is that...KOTZ? What's he doing here..

C.C: OMG! He must have been breaking in the house

AS: WHAT? That's bull-

 

:::c.c winks at AS:::

 

AS: SHIT! HOW HE CAN THINK HE CAN BREAK IN A VULNERABLE WOMAN'S HOME!

 

Zack: Well...We'll call the Police...

 

:::Back to A Dark Cincinnati Home:::

 

::In The Backyard...On the Deck of the swimming pool:::

 

:::A shirtless Choken One sits on the edge of the diving board staring into his reflection:::

 

:::The Light from the Patio Hits:::

 

:A young Beautiful Women emerges from the door and shouts::

 

Choken's Wife: Honey! You have a Visitor!

 

Choken: Who is it...

 

Choken's Wife: I dunno...He didn't give a name...he said he is an old friend

 

Choken: Bring Him out here..

 

:::Choken Locks his Pistol and holds it under the board waiting for his "friend"

 

:::A Guy walks out to the pool:::

 

Choken: Ahh...Flik...What's up man?

Flik: Ah...Not much...Came to see how you were these days...Heard about Chosun One

Choken: Yeah...Shame Isn't it

Flik: Can't believe he died in a Volcano Eruption.

Choken: Suck ass way to go eh?

Flik: You said it man...

Choken: So...What Can I do for you...Want a Beer?

Flik: Nah...I'm good...

Choken: You came for something...

Flik: Yeah I did.

Choken: Look...The A Team Is Dead...Vacant. So...If you were looking to join...

Flik: That's not it...

Choken: Then What is it...

Flik: I've been sent to kill you...

Choken: *sigh* Yep...I kinda Figured such...

Flik: So...You want me to just push you right off that board and we'll say you drowned?

Choken: Nah...I want to take it like a Man...One Bullet...Right fucking here *points to Head*

Flik: You're the Boss... *Cocks Gun*

 

::::Suddenly...An Helicopter whirls over the pool:::

 

:::Machine Gun fires and Laz falls foward into the Pool:::

 

:::The Helicopter Flies Away:::

 

 

To Be Continued.

[Adam 0]

I'm a little confused, but that was one hell of a fucking swerve earlier man

[Guest Choken One]

I'm a little confused, but that was one hell of a fucking swerve earlier man

Which one?

[Guest Lightning Flik]

I'm a little confused, but that was one hell of a fucking swerve earlier man

Basically, I joked about being in the SAGA and bringing it down with my suckiness and I also go that the only way I'd be in is if I was evilly good.

 

Choken however, took it at semi-face value and that's how I end up in the SAGA.

 

Any questions?

 

Edit:

 

As for what Choken will do with me, God only knows.

[Guest Choken One]

I knew you were kidding...i JUST needed a random poster to play the henchman...and to be killed.

 

You were a natural fit.

[Guest Lightning Flik]

I knew you were kidding...i JUST needed a random poster to play the henchman...and to be killed.

 

You were a natural fit.

...so I set myself up for that?

 

...aw fuck...

[Guest Ripper]

:::Close up on Ripper visably pissed off:::

 

Ripper: Random stranger, you said you had a jet. This is a fucking Cessna. We have been flying for ever and we still haven't gotten there yet.

 

Random Stranger: Yeah, I exaggerate some times, eh.

 

Ripper: Your not RICH BIOTCH~! at all are you.

 

Random Stranger: No...I'm more WELL OFF HO~!, eh. And your means your. You're means you are...eh?

 

Ripper: How the fuck do you know which one I said? ANd why do you keep saying eh. You're not Canadian...you have a New York accent.

 

Random Stranger: Yeah I am Canadian..eh. I like Hockey and stuff...eh.

 

:::The wheels began to churn in Rippers head as he looks around the small plane. There is a HHH poster on the wall next to a Jennifer Love Hewitt calander. He has seen these things before. Random Strangers cell rings:::

 

Random Stranger: Hello...eh. Yeah...everything is fine. Just fine Dam...I mean...honey...eh...I'll talk to you later.

 

Ripper: Who was that.

 

Random Stranger: Oh that was my...my wife...Damienia.

 

Ripper:....what kind of name is Damienia.

 

:::Ripper stops to think and out the corner of his eye he sees Random Stranger pop da colla:::

 

Ripper: OMG! WTF~!! It all makes sense now...the JLH calender...the HHH poster...this plane belongs to THE DAMES...and you are one of his henchmen!!!

 

Random Stranger: Well it took you long enough. I got tired of saying eh all the time. *pops da colla*

 

Ripper: But this doesn't make sense...why were you trying to keep me away from the showdown at Banky's...unless Dames was behind this the whole time.

 

Random Stranger: That's right, but you will never tell anyone. *pops da colla*

 

Ripper: But this doesn't make sense, why would Dames try to sabatoge his own board. Wait...was that even what this was all about. I forget.

 

Random Stranger: I do too. But We know I know that Mr. TheDames is a genius and would never do anything that doesn't make sense. *pops da colla*

 

Ripper: Would you stop doing that!! That colla don't need anymore poppin'. Who are you anyway?

 

Random Stranger: *removes mask* Its me, Its ME. IT WAS ME THE WHOLE TIME!!!!

 

Ripper: Um...yeah...who the hell are you.

 

Random Stranger: Me...Dr. Tom.

 

Ripper: I thought you were from DC. whats with the New York accent.

 

Dr. Tom: Its all part of being one of The Dames's men. Now...I have been instructed to kill you...and KILL I WILL.

 

RIpper: You know...you could at least come up with a better line.

 

Dr. Tom: You're right....what should I say.

 

:::As Dr. Tom tries to think of how to fit the big words into his death threat Ripper takes out BIGASS MAGNUM and shoot him, then takes over the plane.:::

 

Ripper: Now, Dames...we have some business to discuss.

 

:::Ripper turns the plane around using his amazing "I can figure out anything" abilities to learn to fly a Cessna and heads back towards TSM headquarters.:::

[Guest cobainwasmurdered]

Oreos? How the hell do I make oreos? I can buy them...but make them?

 

Anyway....with 3x the lethal dosage of heroin in his system, Cobain wouldn't have had the strength to breathe, let alone roll his sleeve down, button it, put his syringe and his heroin back in his box, walk across the room, put the box in a drawer, pick up a shotgun, walk back across the room, take out his wallet, open it to his ID, place it next to him, position the shotgun to pull the trigger, and then shoot himself, now would he?

 

Plus, if I recall correctly, there were no clear prints on the gun...surely if he'd shot himself, he'd have to have touched the gun, at least once.

That's right. they couldn't pull off a single clear print. and before they could do a full exam on it Courtney took possesion of it and had it destroyed.

'Tis a one-sided conversation, no?

 

What was the whole thing with Love hiring a private detective to find the "real" killer? Didn't he come to the conclusion that she was involved, then he fired or, or something along those lines? Not too clear on this one.

Yeah she hired this dude, and eventually he came to the conclusion that she was involved in the murder. He's got tons of taped convo's with her and he says that if they ever reopen the case he has a huge peice of evidence.

[Guest justsoyouknow]

I also heard something about one of Courtney's bodyguards (or something like that) who threatened to go public with information against her, then he "accidentally" tripped in front of a moving train....

 

 

Anyway, this saga is muy interesante. Keep up the good work, Choken.

[Guest Choken One]

Thanks but for crying out loud could you and CWM do this PM style?

[Guest cobainwasmurdered]

I also heard something about one of Courtney's bodyguards (or something like that) who threatened to go public with information against her, then he "accidentally" tripped in front of a moving train....

 

 

Anyway, this saga is muy interesante. Keep up the good work, Choken.

Not a bodygaurd. Dude was named El Duche or something. Courtney offered him 500,000 to kill Kurt. He took a lie detector test and passed it by 99.99% accuracy. then he got hit by a train in a suspicious way.

 

Sorry choken.

[rising up out of the back seat-nuh 0]

then he got hit by a train in a suspicious way.

That is by far the funiest thing in this thread so far.

[Guest cobainwasmurdered]

um...thanks?

 

I meant that he lived nowhere near a train track and before he was dead he was seen drinking with a man none of his friends had met before.

[Adam 0]

still no story updates? do you have writers block CO?

[Guest Choken One]

Yeah...Something like that...

 

 

I have like 10298 ideas floating in my head..

 

I am leaning towards a Gay Wedding Angle with Dames and Barron

[Adam 0]

Please don't go anywhere near a gay wedding. Your last name is not McMahon

[Guest Choken One]

Why not?

 

We already had a Severed Head...A Shoot out in a Hotel Lobby...Car Crashes...The Kidnapping of a Minor...Minors having sex...Multiple Deaths...

 

I don't see how a Gay wedding would be *that* off the wall.

[Adam 0]

thats a good point but *NO* Necrophillia

[Guest Choken One]

What?

 

Me and Chave had an entire thing planned...

 

well...Involving YOUR dead body...but ya know...

 

All right fine...No Necrophila.

[Adam 0]

Good good, I did that especially because I knew I was one of the dead ones.

[Guest Choken One]

Yeah...I really backed myself into a corner by killing you...

 

 

Seemed Awesome at the time...but now I gotta reconstruct the whole damn saga

[Adam 0]

you know what to do.

[Guest Choken One]

I do?

 

 

Oh...Yeah...

 

Now I gotta think of way to pull THAT one off...

 

Ah...shit...why did i start doing this?

 

And I am not even getting the love for it...

 

 

sometimes...I just sit in a corner and think to myself

 

"Man...I oughta fucking quit"...

 

but then I see the fucking look everone's faces when they light up when I up-date and then it's becomes special to me...

[Adam 0]

you get plenty of respect from us.

[Guest Choken One]

Yeah I guess...

 

I just need MOTIVATION!

[Adam 0]

GET MOTIVATED CO!

[Guest Ripper]

And I remain the comedy part that gets no sold...

 

 

Maybe I should go in another direction and make it...I don't know...FUNNY!

 

I'm gonna try that next.