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smash_logs2016-01-06 02:43 pm
mansionstaff) wrote in smash_logs2016-01-06 02:43 pm
Entry tags:
- !open log,
- bowser (mario),
- cyrus (pokemon),
- eggman/robotnik (sonic the hedgehog),
- flurrie (mario),
- jolt/jolteon (pokemon),
- knuckles (sonic the hedgehog),
- melia antiqua (xenoblade),
- mesprit (pokemon),
- skull kid (zelda),
- sonic (sonic the hedgehog),
- sonny moe/snorlax (pokemon),
- vianca/winged pikmin (pikmin),
- wave (sonic the hedgehog)
[open log] Kiss Kiss Punch the Moon
Who: Everybody smoochin or punchin.
What: wedding festivities and the apocolypse. Wow!
When: January 5-8th
Where: the Clocktower. The moon? The doors!!
Rating: P for Pow
They had to do it now, that's what they had said. Now, in front of everyone, here at the clocktower. The stage was set for a blast of a time, as gorgeous as it could be at the last minute. The festivities were bound to be a fantastic time, even with looming orange moon filling half the sky.
At least, it was a nice time before the nightmare of a face began to open its mouth in silent congratulations for the happy couple. (Or maybe that was a silent scream.)
It was a nice time before the masks rocketed out of their confines, smashing glass and walls and anything in their way. The door was made for them, and that was where they'd stay, nice and cozy as the apocalypse seemed to open above them.
The clock tower rang the time. As the echoes of the chimes rang out through the air, the clock above door began to move. It was counting down, and with it, the door slowly opened.
Three days.
What to do, Smash Academy?
What: wedding festivities and the apocolypse. Wow!
When: January 5-8th
Where: the Clocktower. The moon? The doors!!
Rating: P for Pow
They had to do it now, that's what they had said. Now, in front of everyone, here at the clocktower. The stage was set for a blast of a time, as gorgeous as it could be at the last minute. The festivities were bound to be a fantastic time, even with looming orange moon filling half the sky.
At least, it was a nice time before the nightmare of a face began to open its mouth in silent congratulations for the happy couple. (Or maybe that was a silent scream.)
It was a nice time before the masks rocketed out of their confines, smashing glass and walls and anything in their way. The door was made for them, and that was where they'd stay, nice and cozy as the apocalypse seemed to open above them.
The clock tower rang the time. As the echoes of the chimes rang out through the air, the clock above door began to move. It was counting down, and with it, the door slowly opened.
Three days.
What to do, Smash Academy?
Re: hit Bowser
"And by stage presence, I mean your rolls of fat."
Re: hit Bowser
Re: hit Bowser