Due to numerous contemplations about many things and ways of thinking, he turned into a cookie, and slowly but surely, ate hisownself. It was a reversable situation, but we couldn't stop him.
Les... Was a great friend, and comrade in arms. We fought our way through the offtopic forums, making people laugh and cry as we fought for victory. But what we all can't believe... ok maybe we can believe it... is that he ate himself, under the impression he was a cookie, but in fact, he was a cookoo brain. (see Les, cookoo, not cookie).
He shall be missed, until he raises the dead... and himself, again.
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Our mild-mannered super hero removes the sandwich board from his wide shoulders. Tired and fatigued ... Cookieman contemplates a simple evening's pleasure of a good hot cup of tea and ... yes, a few delectable morsels of baked dough.
"Peanut butter perhaps," he muses to no one but himself.
It has been a long day and the lengthening shadows fall across his workplace back entrance as he leaves the building and heads for home.
Twilight time. His favourite moments of the day. Calm and peaceful. The hustle and bustle of the day transformed into muted sounds of activity behind locked doors.
His senses are awakened ...
He glances up into the darkening sky ... is it? Could it be?
Yes!! A call is going out ... his assistance is needed once more.
Hopping onto his trusty trike ... Cookieman pedals furiously to arrive before it's too late to save ... the soul that has put out the cry for the doughman.
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My goodness, first UPS kills Curt, then Les eats himself. Caedes is turning out to be a very unsafe place...next that roo that Jacq hit will come back from the dead...and I have heard that zombie roo's are not fun to try to flee from.
Don't worry Jenn... in D&D terms, Zombies only have a single action per turn, so you can outrun em pretty quick. Just take a double move or a full run action, and you'll be safe from that zombie-roo. :oP
I would Curt, but if I shipped it to you, but FedEx would probably kill you off.
And yeah, Les the cookie monster lives again. Would that be a zombie cookie monster?
Hey there Mister Madman, wat'cha know that I don't know
Tell me some crazy stories, let me know who runs this show
Glassy-eyed and laughing, he turns and walks away
Tell me what made you that way
OMFG Jacq...isn't it enough that y'all have ALL the poisonous spider and snakes, plus crocs...but those zombie roo's look to be the worst of all. I say you get out your smashed up car a run over that sucker again!!!
Hey there Mister Madman, wat'cha know that I don't know
Tell me some crazy stories, let me know who runs this show
Glassy-eyed and laughing, he turns and walks away
Tell me what made you that way
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Be afraid ... be very ... alright, so they are not the most imposing posse. But ... but, as you are distracted by their huggableness ... *slap* ... goes the iron on the wrists.
Now, who's laughing? You? Or the kittens?
(Well, if they could laugh, that is ... it could happen.)
*cuts thread in half, eat one half, replaces the eaten half with a film strip containing an episode of ER and places the thread back in it's honourary case*
Hey there Mister Madman, wat'cha know that I don't know
Tell me some crazy stories, let me know who runs this show
Glassy-eyed and laughing, he turns and walks away
Tell me what made you that way
"There is always something waiting at the end of the road ... if you're not willing to see what it is ... you probably shouldn't be out there in the first place."
"There is always something waiting at the end of the road ... if you're not willing to see what it is ... you probably shouldn't be out there in the first place."
Buy him some raw cookie dough and leave a trail of bite-sized pieces leading directly to a snare.... when the trap is sprung we can keep him in a special Canuck exhibit where he'll never get lost and will always have cookies to munch...
"There is always something waiting at the end of the road ... if you're not willing to see what it is ... you probably shouldn't be out there in the first place."
Due to numerous contemplations about many things and ways of thinking, he turned into a cookie, and slowly but surely, ate hisownself. It was a reversable situation, but we couldn't stop him.
Les... Was a great friend, and comrade in arms. We fought our way through the offtopic forums, making people laugh and cry as we fought for victory. But what we all can't believe... ok maybe we can believe it... is that he ate himself, under the impression he was a cookie, but in fact, he was a cookoo brain. (see Les, cookoo, not cookie).
He shall be missed, until he raises the dead... and himself, again.