Posted February 26, 2015
This reminds me of another thing I wanted to see; HypersomniacLive's prize!!
Global Role Block:
It had been a long night for flubbucket and he wasn’t feeling so well. He’d also had way too much to drink and needed to get some food in his rumbling stomach. After wandering away from the tour bus for the Celebrity Homes and Meth Labs of the Southwest, he’s gotten a very lost. He sees some lights way off in the distance. The sign reads Mama Batido’s Bellas Imágenes Beanery Tire Center Hair Care and Nail Salon. “Sounds duhlishush….urp.” he slurred to himself.
flubbucket had a huge meal and then stumbled out of the place barely able to walk. His vision was so blurred he couldn’t tell if it was almost sunrise or he was staring into a street lamp. He suddenly realized he needed to let go of some gas and it was going to be big. He looked around but was sure if this was not a good place. He noticed up ahead on the right an alleyway and tried his best to make his way there.
“At last a safe place”, he thought, and he leaned against the wall as sweat beads formed and ran down his forehead. He squatted a bit forward and relaxed himself just enough in order to relieve the mounting pressure inside. In his inebriated state he was not properly able to judge and therefore did not realize he was about to let loose a fart of cataclysmic proportion. What was also unknown to him was this alleyway opened up to Tres Leches only power plant. Regardless flubbucket let loose with a ground pounding blast of butt bugling so profound it rocketed through the alleyway hitting the power plant knocking out power to the town. He also released a cloud of noxious swamp ass gas which blanketed the town rendering travel and visibility impossible. Feeling relieved he wandered off down the road muttering, “it wasn’t me.”
Global Role Block:
It had been a long night for flubbucket and he wasn’t feeling so well. He’d also had way too much to drink and needed to get some food in his rumbling stomach. After wandering away from the tour bus for the Celebrity Homes and Meth Labs of the Southwest, he’s gotten a very lost. He sees some lights way off in the distance. The sign reads Mama Batido’s Bellas Imágenes Beanery Tire Center Hair Care and Nail Salon. “Sounds duhlishush….urp.” he slurred to himself.
flubbucket had a huge meal and then stumbled out of the place barely able to walk. His vision was so blurred he couldn’t tell if it was almost sunrise or he was staring into a street lamp. He suddenly realized he needed to let go of some gas and it was going to be big. He looked around but was sure if this was not a good place. He noticed up ahead on the right an alleyway and tried his best to make his way there.
“At last a safe place”, he thought, and he leaned against the wall as sweat beads formed and ran down his forehead. He squatted a bit forward and relaxed himself just enough in order to relieve the mounting pressure inside. In his inebriated state he was not properly able to judge and therefore did not realize he was about to let loose a fart of cataclysmic proportion. What was also unknown to him was this alleyway opened up to Tres Leches only power plant. Regardless flubbucket let loose with a ground pounding blast of butt bugling so profound it rocketed through the alleyway hitting the power plant knocking out power to the town. He also released a cloud of noxious swamp ass gas which blanketed the town rendering travel and visibility impossible. Feeling relieved he wandered off down the road muttering, “it wasn’t me.”