Turbo_Dog

A silly little imp cackles until he fell off the pile of bones he sat on, tumbling onto his back “Ouchie kapouchie.” Daal said before resuming the manic fit of laughter

I had a flash back. Thank you for remembering it

Daal the dubious imp groaned. All the haters were writing about his kind. How was he going to slide banana peels under their shoes now?

“All according to the great plan.” Spuds said to himself as he would dust off a golden goblet in the castle of Babblebrook

A dastardly imp perched by his prince chews on an old fished up muddy boot. The imp nodded at his prince in approval as the lich not far from him screamed demands

HOG RIDAAAAA

Daal groaned. How was he going to praise GOD now? He cast the missive into the bone throne room and left

This goes pretty hard. Take up +1

I wish we got to do alchemy together. It was super nice talking with you. Rping with you. Trying to be the necromouser alongside you. My best wishes to you Petcsh and stay awesome!

Daal cackled about as he climbed about in his home territory. Scraping his black claws along the walls like a scratching post

[!] Letters and parchment papers found themselves wedged and covering mailboxes, windows, notice board, walls and littering the roads throughout the realm of Aveos. All carried the same message with big red text written in the common tongue of man Hey you! Yes you right there reading this letter. I wanted to congratulate you on finding this one of a kind offer! You have been invited to join and serve in the best, most dubious and most certainly silliest band of creatures. The Goober Gang.What does this entail? Well I’m glad I asked for you. Joining means you have now the protection and immunity to the activities of pranks and jokes of those in it, in addition to the prospect of great power from another realm in your back pocket. To join is simple. To join you simply need to send a letter to Daal. I am his personal writing assistant and I will read each letter aloud to him and ensure with his own personal knowledge that he picks the best pranksters in the land. Like a farmer harvesting the highest plums that yields the most juice and taste you can be the next great pick before the squirrels get you, bite you and drop you. Don’t make the wrong choice in not joining The Goober Gang, you already have your invite. So why keep waiting? Send a letter and you can be the next greatest jokester that the land has been graced or dishonored by.

Spuds sat in the tavern of the iron horde reading the missive. “Best idea ever to attend that Klamor. Now I just have to get all my friends onboard with the idea. I hope their taste hasn’t been too soured by the misunderstanding of that red armored monster before.”

Daal after a short day of scaring children and taking their candy would sit down to read. He nearly choked on a green sour candy as he read the alert missive. HOW WOULD HE GET CANDY SO EASILY NOW?

“They are right though. FROGS DESERVE JUSTICE!” Spuds said as he threw a wet lily pad at the door of the Applefoot’s abode and then took off running

Daal biting a tree in Helious felt as if he was doing his part. These trees would know no rest and neither would the fleeing from his prince’s will. Always would there be strife in the realm no matter how big or small

“Really? They invited us?!” Spuds asked in excitement as he sat on his front steps as Patches presented the invitation to the town square “Exciting stuff.”

The mouseman Spuds groaned knowing he’d be called a vermin and blamed by someone during this time period. He shut himself in his home and laid back on his horde and looking up at the ceiling, the thought gnawing at the back of his mind. He would ever be use to it no matter how many years went by. It still stung every time he was called such ‘vermin, rat, pest, creature’ it was all commonplace in his world. A world he hated to be in

So many exist but the other ones we making it out the goblin pit with this one!!!

Why do you find minion memes funny?

Spuds looked at the old silver centurion reports. Not to handle any but simply to see that name just ‘one more time’ over and over again. He set the papers down after having read each one again “Faelion.” He said in a somber tone of voice looking at his own silver centurion badge and then to the ceiling that hung high above him “You were truly a reliable guy. I shouldn’t have ever taken you for granted. May you find your eternal reward elsewhere. And may it be the reward you always wanted and deserved.”

Spuds read the tale woven by the musin with a smile enjoying the contents the more he read “This needs an award. This is the pinnacle of tales and must be shared.”