Phobia's Journal

[JJ12121616]

Phobia's Journal. September 20th, 2009: Forward carcass in Smashdome this morning, lasso burns on broken armor. This game is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The chokes are extended gutters and the gutters are full of goo and when the drains finally scab over, all the halfbacks will drown. The accumulated filth of all their rockets and miniguns will foam up about their waists and all the forwards and halfbacks will look up and shout "I'M HOOKED!"... and I'll whisper "YOUR MOM!"

[Kamikazemelon]

Originally Posted by JJ12121616

Phobia's Journal. September 20th, 2009: Forward carcass in Smashdome this morning, lasso burns on broken armor. This game is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The chokes are extended gutters and the gutters are full of goo and when the drains finally scab over, all the halfbacks will drown. The accumulated filth of all their rockets and miniguns will foam up about their waists and all the forwards and halfbacks will look up and shout "I'M HOOKED!"... and I'll whisper "YOUR MOM!"

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What.

[Scourge]

That's what your mother said last night Trebek!

[fucking dead fluffy seal]

lolololololololololololololololololol

[Fluffy]

When I reached Smashball in that first sentence, I immediately saw the reference and what was comin' next. Plan to do the rest of the entries?

[DoomyDoom]

September 20, 2009

Slept all day. Awoken at 11:30. TMOB complaining about smell in goal. He has five children by five different mothers. I am sure he cheats on run blocks. Soon it will be dark. Beneath me, this awful goalroom, it screams like an abattoir full of retarded children. Murderplex. On Friday night, a forward died in Murderplex. Somebody knows why. Down there...somebody knows. The dusk reeks of fornication and assrape. I believe I shall take my exercise.