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Jan 30, 2021 3:11:12 GMT -5
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Post by Toz76 on Jan 30, 2021 3:11:12 GMT -5
DIMENSION 3WSR-TOZAU-V
JANUARY 15, 2021
Man In Blue opened his eyes with a groan. He had no recollection of how he’d gotten here, but here he was. His arms were chained to the wall above his head. They were just normal steel chains, and the leader of the Colorfolk could easily break free, but he was honestly curious where he was going. Nothing of note had happened in a while. Ever since Thomas the Tank Engine had vanished in the Copyright Crisis, the major factions had been suspiciously inactive. SOM was too busy fighting with the natives on Elbaf to give the Colorfolk much trouble, the VEC had gone and become basically allies with the colorfolk, the PIC had been as effective and plot-relevant as they always were, and GOD had just flat-out vanished. Man In Blue was enjoying the relative peace and quiet, having spent the time getting a degree in education and making things with Woman In Blue more serious, but he was kind of sick of the inactivity.
The door slid open and in stepped Fark Devonshire, looking as smug and douchey as ever in a green satin suit.
“Ah, Daniel Erdagovern, my dear friend. It’s been too long.”
“Fark.” Man In Blue groaned. “My least favorite recurring antagonist.”
“Ah ah ah…” Fark chuckled. “One out of five writers loves me.”
“Yeah we know, you’re Toz’s sassy Mary Sue edgy boy. Your only personality trait is specifically pissing me off.”
“Actually, I also am defined by my blatant disregard for the fourth wall, but that’s not the point. You’re wondering what you’re doing
here, yes?”
“Yes, actually.” Man In Blue said. “I’m guessing since this is a debatably canon story set in the original pre-reboot continuity, starring specifically you, it has something to do with current events on the forum or in Toz’s personal life?”
“Ding ding ding!” Fark said. “The first one, specifically. Speaking of the reboot, though, how do you feel about reboot you being shipped with reboot Woman In Silver?”
“Reboot me and I are two completely different people. I genuinely don’t care as long as he’s well written, so as long as Frank is around it’ll be fine.”
“That’s fair. Personally I think reboot me is missing most of his edge, but that’s the price you pay for having a fourth wall in your new canon.”
“Enough small talk! No one likes this self-indulgent meta bullshit. Why are we here?”
Fark smirked. “Perhaps the better question is, where are we?”
“A mysterious unmarked cell?”
“Close! You’re looking at W88 gambling emporium! It’s never been easier to get into virtual gambling! Click the link to get 150 free tokens to get started.”
“Free tokens? What? This is weird even for a fourth-wall breaking Toz story.”
“Oh, it’s brilliant. You see, the writers have abandoned us. Some of them are off at real college. Some of them have real jobs. Some of them are having sex with real human beings.”
“Impossible!” Man In Blue said. “3WSR writers don’t have sex! They just act horny in the Wiki chatroom.”
“Hard to believe, I know, but it gets worse. The forum has barely been posted on in months. And that’s when… they came.”
“Who?”
Fark chuckled. “The bots.”
“What, spam bots?”
“Not just any spam bots. Specific spam bots. All from similar Vietnamese gambling sites. They come, post one post in Vietnamese in Game-Related Writings, and disappear. It’s their forum now, and I thought we ought to change canon to truly honor our new overlords.”
Man In Blue squinted. “So what are you saying?”
“Well, for starters, you are now the official mascot of the W88 gambling site. Spin the Prism Shard roulette wheel and win big prizes!”
“Fark, you don’t have to do this!”
“New VEC slot machine! Get three Percy Silvers and win the Silvestron Jackpot!”
“No…”
“What about Literary Mosiac themed Texas Hold ‘Em? House rules- sevens are wild, twos are fours, and Kings are Gunnarson, which means-“
“ENOUGH!” Man In Blue tore his arms free from the chains, his whole body glowing with Prismatic power. He began to cast a mighty spell. “BE BABA BADA BO BABA BADA BO SKIBIDIBI DIP YON DODODO EYMTHASC ATMAN!”
“Are those just horribly mangled lyrics to Scatman?” Fark asked, but before he could get another word out, his pants had transformed into a metal cylinder full of kerosene, which ignited and sent Fark flying through the walls.
“Ah, the old Pants Into Rockets spell. Never fails.” Man In Blue smirked. “And now, to reclaim the forum…”
JANUARY 15, 2021
Man In Blue opened his eyes with a groan. He had no recollection of how he’d gotten here, but here he was. His arms were chained to the wall above his head. They were just normal steel chains, and the leader of the Colorfolk could easily break free, but he was honestly curious where he was going. Nothing of note had happened in a while. Ever since Thomas the Tank Engine had vanished in the Copyright Crisis, the major factions had been suspiciously inactive. SOM was too busy fighting with the natives on Elbaf to give the Colorfolk much trouble, the VEC had gone and become basically allies with the colorfolk, the PIC had been as effective and plot-relevant as they always were, and GOD had just flat-out vanished. Man In Blue was enjoying the relative peace and quiet, having spent the time getting a degree in education and making things with Woman In Blue more serious, but he was kind of sick of the inactivity.
The door slid open and in stepped Fark Devonshire, looking as smug and douchey as ever in a green satin suit.
“Ah, Daniel Erdagovern, my dear friend. It’s been too long.”
“Fark.” Man In Blue groaned. “My least favorite recurring antagonist.”
“Ah ah ah…” Fark chuckled. “One out of five writers loves me.”
“Yeah we know, you’re Toz’s sassy Mary Sue edgy boy. Your only personality trait is specifically pissing me off.”
“Actually, I also am defined by my blatant disregard for the fourth wall, but that’s not the point. You’re wondering what you’re doing
here, yes?”
“Yes, actually.” Man In Blue said. “I’m guessing since this is a debatably canon story set in the original pre-reboot continuity, starring specifically you, it has something to do with current events on the forum or in Toz’s personal life?”
“Ding ding ding!” Fark said. “The first one, specifically. Speaking of the reboot, though, how do you feel about reboot you being shipped with reboot Woman In Silver?”
“Reboot me and I are two completely different people. I genuinely don’t care as long as he’s well written, so as long as Frank is around it’ll be fine.”
“That’s fair. Personally I think reboot me is missing most of his edge, but that’s the price you pay for having a fourth wall in your new canon.”
“Enough small talk! No one likes this self-indulgent meta bullshit. Why are we here?”
Fark smirked. “Perhaps the better question is, where are we?”
“A mysterious unmarked cell?”
“Close! You’re looking at W88 gambling emporium! It’s never been easier to get into virtual gambling! Click the link to get 150 free tokens to get started.”
“Free tokens? What? This is weird even for a fourth-wall breaking Toz story.”
“Oh, it’s brilliant. You see, the writers have abandoned us. Some of them are off at real college. Some of them have real jobs. Some of them are having sex with real human beings.”
“Impossible!” Man In Blue said. “3WSR writers don’t have sex! They just act horny in the Wiki chatroom.”
“Hard to believe, I know, but it gets worse. The forum has barely been posted on in months. And that’s when… they came.”
“Who?”
Fark chuckled. “The bots.”
“What, spam bots?”
“Not just any spam bots. Specific spam bots. All from similar Vietnamese gambling sites. They come, post one post in Vietnamese in Game-Related Writings, and disappear. It’s their forum now, and I thought we ought to change canon to truly honor our new overlords.”
Man In Blue squinted. “So what are you saying?”
“Well, for starters, you are now the official mascot of the W88 gambling site. Spin the Prism Shard roulette wheel and win big prizes!”
“Fark, you don’t have to do this!”
“New VEC slot machine! Get three Percy Silvers and win the Silvestron Jackpot!”
“No…”
“What about Literary Mosiac themed Texas Hold ‘Em? House rules- sevens are wild, twos are fours, and Kings are Gunnarson, which means-“
“ENOUGH!” Man In Blue tore his arms free from the chains, his whole body glowing with Prismatic power. He began to cast a mighty spell. “BE BABA BADA BO BABA BADA BO SKIBIDIBI DIP YON DODODO EYMTHASC ATMAN!”
“Are those just horribly mangled lyrics to Scatman?” Fark asked, but before he could get another word out, his pants had transformed into a metal cylinder full of kerosene, which ignited and sent Fark flying through the walls.
“Ah, the old Pants Into Rockets spell. Never fails.” Man In Blue smirked. “And now, to reclaim the forum…”