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YoU gUyS aRe AwEsOmE!

 

@YYGAYMER I bet he has many legendary stories. So you see there is this island, YYGAYMER, the mad lad, decided to make it his life mission to get as many LI Medallions as he can. Truely the apex of a legendary adventure.

 

once upon a time, there lived a flip. this flip refused to go outside because if he did, the young flip would flip. one day the flip's mom said go outside and flip had a massive flip flipping all the flipping tables in sight. he flipped them so hard that they went through the wall and his mom flipped, flip flipped, the neighbours flipped. the police were called and they flipped cuz of the flipped table flip had flipped. the policemen told him not to flip out and flip tables. but little did the flip know, he was outside and he didn't flip. the flip was happy he didn't flip. this flip would live the rest of his life not flipping when he would go outside,

the end

 

Once upon a time, in a little cottage secluded within a valley, there lived a little boy.
The boy lived with his loving mother in this cottage, and managed a quaint, frugal lifestyle.
Every day, the boy would visit the woods across the valley to collect herbs for his family's use.
However, the boy's mother soon grew very ill.
Confined to bed, she could do naught but drift in and out of consciousness.
Soon, she had lost the ability to speak.
The boy became quite distressed, and tearfully begged for his mother to wake up.
However, she soon fell into a deep sleep, one of which she would never wake from.
Hurt and confused, the boy ran into the woods, the only place he knew other than home.
But his home was no more, for he no longer had his mother.
What is home without those whom you love?
He had soon reached deep within the woods.
Darkness crept at every turn, and he did not recall from which direction he came.
Sobbing, he laid upon the forest grass, and whispered a prayer.
But his mother could not search for him, and he drifted into a miserable sleep.
When he awoke, on the bark of a tree he saw a snail.
He asked the snail for the meaning of home.
The snail, not understanding English, hid in his shell from the resounding voice of the boy.
The boy then understood the wisdom of the snail, and used the sun's location to find the cottage.
With a solemn look, he buried the body of his mother.
And there, in a little cottage secluded within a valley, there lived a little boy by himself.

Where do I come into play in this story?
I am the communion wafer that the snail swallowed whole.

 

once upon a time
there was a mine man
he opened chests for a living
he opened chests for his entire s#$%s
he got nothing
he died

the end (true story, 2069 colorized)

 

i once farted and shidded

 

there was once a community, far far away. This community was a ravenous swarm of locust-like humans. These humans would tear through every bit of content or information they came across within a matter of seconds, leaving nothing but a dried out husk of what it used to be. This community was known as Wynncraft

 

once there was a thread no one took seriously and it was never successful

 

One day I woke up

 

I accidentally threw my pandemonium in a hopper once

it was my favorite legendary and now it's gone

 

I exist

 

Mac N Cheese

 

Once upon a time, there was a girl. This girl loved to ride bikes, and would ride them every day to school. However, one day, a growing tree had broken it's root through the ground on her usual path.
Did I say it was a girl? I mean it was a man, a man who had a job as a car engineer. Anyway, a burglar had broken through the window of his store. With only a wrench in hand to counter the burglar's gun, he hid behind the car he was working on and prepared to strike.
Did I say it was a burglar? I meant it was a teenage woman, a teenage woman who had recently crashed her skateboard. She looked around her now unfamiliar environment of what seemed to be a normal food shop. "Hello? Is anyone there? I'm suffering some pretty major injuries here." She called out, to no answer. The teen left a trail of blood as she limped her way over to the first-aid section. Little did she know who was waiting with a knife, ready to finish her off.
Did I say they had a knife? I meant they had a cake. My apologies. As I was saying, the boy carefully stepped through his pitch-black house, when all of a sudden, the lights flipped on and his family and friends jumped out at him. "Happy Birthday!" they all shouted in unison, scaring the child half to death. Being only young, the fright was enough to make him cry. The boys father rushed over to comfort him, apologising for spooking him so.
Did I say his father? I really meant her mother. Anyway, the young girl's mother held her hand as she took her downstairs. The girl could hardly hide her excitement on christmas day, hoping Santa had come - and he had! Waiting beneath her tree was a large present, the bike she wanted! The girl loved the bike, and rode it every day to school once the holidays were over.
That was, until a growing tree broke it's root through the ground on her usual path...

 

Once upon a time, a person had to get 871 more posts, so they began shitposting everywhere. Other people got annoyed and his account was suspended permanently. It's a cautionary tale.

Actually that's not my story, since I posted this, now I have to get only 870 more posts. Yayy...

Moral of the story, don't try to get the ultimate trophy.

 

This is the story of a shitposter named Red-Eyed Knight.
Red-Eyed Knight was active on a forum where he was member number 427.
Member number 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he shitposted on the forums.
Ideas for shitposts came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what shitposts to make, how bad to make them, and when to post them.
This is what member 427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might have considered it soul rending, Red-Eyed Knight relished every like he got on his shitposts, as though he had been made exactly for this job.
And Red-Eyed Knight was happy.

And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Red-Eyed Knight. Something he would never quite forget.
He had been at his desk for nearly an hour, when he realised that not one single like had arrived on his thread. No one had showed up to give him a comment, give a warning, or even say 'no u'. Never in all his years on the forums had this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Red-Eyed Knight found himself unable to shitpost for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his window.

 

Once i got a mythic item and dropped it into lava thinking it was a rare, I realized it was a mythic after looking at screenshots a week after.

 

i found a discoverer....

Then I woke up