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Eggy
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Once upon a time, a man and woman, both fully consenting and willing to perform, copulated together and formed a pregnancy inside the female. And lo, it came to pass that one fine summers day, it was time for the baby to emerge from the womb and come into the arms of its parents.
Both mum and dad where to be so proud, so happy, so deservingly content with their precious child. But alas, Dave was born. The hairy monster emerged from the depths and the parents gave it as good an upbringing as they could, even though it was horribly deformed and smelled of wee.
By the age of 2, the underling had begun to utter its firs t words "TWIST! TWIST!" and lo, the parents put it into school to get it out of the house. But alas, it kept coming home every day, with new muller-rice stains.
It grew up fast, with the urge to learn, and quickly developed into a freeriding hoe, frequenting the newly developed LAN cafe of Canterbury, that shithole near Dover. The parents were pleased, as the amount of lard being consumed per day was growing beyond all proportions. Many a day passed of whoring and stealing, until one day, camelot came unto Dave, as did the imaginary glue that afixed him to his chair.
Minko the merc was born, and other poor souls were pulled into the land of Camelot, and it was soon to be seen that these individuals would own Dave at almost everything. Dave could now only dream of being leet, and fulfilled this ambition by dreaming vividly about Camelot, often telling us tales of woe and suffering in the lands of twisting and melee.
Dave's first daoc girlfriend, Amelia started sending flowers, but we won't go there she's just a freak.
Many a night was spent at the computer, only moving to dance badly at dirty nightclubs, often coming back with brown, smelly stains on his right index finger (ask simon). Kiddies flooded through the doors of the computer asylum, and lo, a kiddy-fiddling room was born. Dave lived here for some time, until realising that education came before fun size mars bars.
Selling Minko the gimped merc, he settled with his own ego...then thought fuckit and made Yog, the end, kkthx bb.
Both mum and dad where to be so proud, so happy, so deservingly content with their precious child. But alas, Dave was born. The hairy monster emerged from the depths and the parents gave it as good an upbringing as they could, even though it was horribly deformed and smelled of wee.
By the age of 2, the underling had begun to utter its firs t words "TWIST! TWIST!" and lo, the parents put it into school to get it out of the house. But alas, it kept coming home every day, with new muller-rice stains.
It grew up fast, with the urge to learn, and quickly developed into a freeriding hoe, frequenting the newly developed LAN cafe of Canterbury, that shithole near Dover. The parents were pleased, as the amount of lard being consumed per day was growing beyond all proportions. Many a day passed of whoring and stealing, until one day, camelot came unto Dave, as did the imaginary glue that afixed him to his chair.
Minko the merc was born, and other poor souls were pulled into the land of Camelot, and it was soon to be seen that these individuals would own Dave at almost everything. Dave could now only dream of being leet, and fulfilled this ambition by dreaming vividly about Camelot, often telling us tales of woe and suffering in the lands of twisting and melee.
Dave's first daoc girlfriend, Amelia started sending flowers, but we won't go there she's just a freak.
Many a night was spent at the computer, only moving to dance badly at dirty nightclubs, often coming back with brown, smelly stains on his right index finger (ask simon). Kiddies flooded through the doors of the computer asylum, and lo, a kiddy-fiddling room was born. Dave lived here for some time, until realising that education came before fun size mars bars.
Selling Minko the gimped merc, he settled with his own ego...then thought fuckit and made Yog, the end, kkthx bb.
pop into xTreme iT lan cafe if u wanan say hello, but according to bhaak were all insensative and swear too much