The Roaming Reporter
18-06-2005, 08:17
(http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=426570)
A cheap satalite feed goes out over the airwaves... "This is Sammy Starrock, the Wandering Reporter, reporting from some damned place I forget the name of. Oh! Blood Moon Goblins, that's it. Why am I here? To report! And get a massage...
Seems that these weird little things called 'Goblins' have decided to quit killing people and stealing wallets and start giving A-Class massages. Why? How the f*ck do I know? I can barely understand the little bastards. All I do know is that they give good massages.
Seems that their leader, whose name I can't and don't care enough about to try and pronounce, had this to say(I think): "Welp, we figger dat we done 'nough killin. So we put down da weps and grabbed da coconut oil! Oh an.... we don' want ta steel ya wallet neither. Mmkay?"
Well, with a barely comprehendable explination like that, all that's left to do is to... Hey! You little bastards! Give me back my God damned wallet!" Sammy vanishes from the screen, then is seen in the background, chasing a goblin around with a chair. "DO YOU KNOW WHO THE F*UCK I AM YOU LITTLE PIECE OF-" The feed ends abrubtly as Sammy inadvertantly hits his own equipment with the chair.
A cheap satalite feed goes out over the airwaves... "This is Sammy Starrock, the Wandering Reporter, reporting from some damned place I forget the name of. Oh! Blood Moon Goblins, that's it. Why am I here? To report! And get a massage...
Seems that these weird little things called 'Goblins' have decided to quit killing people and stealing wallets and start giving A-Class massages. Why? How the f*ck do I know? I can barely understand the little bastards. All I do know is that they give good massages.
Seems that their leader, whose name I can't and don't care enough about to try and pronounce, had this to say(I think): "Welp, we figger dat we done 'nough killin. So we put down da weps and grabbed da coconut oil! Oh an.... we don' want ta steel ya wallet neither. Mmkay?"
Well, with a barely comprehendable explination like that, all that's left to do is to... Hey! You little bastards! Give me back my God damned wallet!" Sammy vanishes from the screen, then is seen in the background, chasing a goblin around with a chair. "DO YOU KNOW WHO THE F*UCK I AM YOU LITTLE PIECE OF-" The feed ends abrubtly as Sammy inadvertantly hits his own equipment with the chair.