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Post by 42zombies on Jan 31, 2010 9:44:13 GMT -5
Hello, all! After I found out that the Wizard was aburing my chatting rights, I decided that the best way to punish him would be...
... wait for it...
... ANOTHER EXCITING EDITION OF ASK THE WIZARD!!!
Now, let's get this started! Wizard?
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... I see. It seems the Wizard is rather busy. Hmm. How do I fix this problem...?
... I know!
Alright, everyone; since I can't find the Wizard, it's time for the very first ever...
ASK TRUMP!!!
Hello, everybody!
Just ask Trump any questions you want him to answer! Have fun!
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Jan 31, 2010 10:03:40 GMT -5
Oh, hay Trump! Nice to see you again. Did you ever chase down that person you left to go kill yesterday?
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Post by 42zombies on Jan 31, 2010 10:55:50 GMT -5
Oh, hay Trump! Nice to see you again. Did you ever chase down that person you left to go kill yesterday? I didn't really chase him down-- he was already missing his legs, it turns out. I guess he somehow survived me chopping off his legs. But whatever; he didn't survive a spike to the head.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Jan 31, 2010 12:39:59 GMT -5
I'd imagine he wouldn't. XD
So, you seem pretty chummy with the Wizard, even with his younger self. Care to explain?
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Post by 42zombies on Jan 31, 2010 18:28:55 GMT -5
I'd imagine he wouldn't. XD So, you seem pretty chummy with the Wizard, even with his younger self. Care to explain? Okay, I guess.
Um... I like Edd more than I like the Wizard. Edd was nice to me-- almost nobody is ever nice to me. I've never had a brother, so Edd is my Family! Him and all of my friends are going to live with me one day, forever and ever!
But I don't like the Wizard as much. At least, I don't now; when I was a kid, I looked up to the guy. He was like a second father-- if it weren't for him, my dad probably would have never conceived me.
But then the bastard ruined it all. He got rid of me-- tossed me away once I served my purpose. I hate him... I hate him and his stupid goals!
Heh... it's funny. I like Edd, but I hate the Wizard. Maybe they're two completely different people.
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Jan 31, 2010 18:59:08 GMT -5
Heh... it's funny. I like Edd, but I hate the Wizard. Maybe they're two completely different people. Who says they're not? It's a pretty big multiverse. Hey, do you know exactly why Double D became the Wizard in the first place? What pushed him to make this plan?
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Post by 42zombies on Jan 31, 2010 21:45:43 GMT -5
Heh... it's funny. I like Edd, but I hate the Wizard. Maybe they're two completely different people. Who says they're not? It's a pretty big multiverse. Hey, do you know exactly why Double D became the Wizard in the first place? What pushed him to make this plan? I wasn't there, and the Wiz never felt the need to tell me. I think it actually hurt him to think about what happened!
But I still picked up a few hints. Something... big happened to his world. Something that wiped the whole thing out except for a few people. Then the Wizard and his buddies traveled across the multiverse (Maybe even the omniverse!) and, along the way, Edd became the Wizard.
I wonder what it was that screwed him up so bad? Did he see the truth; that we're all animals, slaves to our carnal instincts? Did he see that all men are pure evil, fooling themselves into believing they're good?
Did he see that God is dead? Whatever he saw, it shows how weak he was; how ignorant he was to the basic facts. People like me, we already know the truth. Hell, we embrace it.
We see how fun it can be.
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Jan 31, 2010 22:21:10 GMT -5
We see how fun it can be. Amen, brother. By the way, who were you before you took the name of Trump, anyways? (Assuming Trump's an assumed name after all...)
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Post by 42zombies on Jan 31, 2010 22:35:18 GMT -5
We see how fun it can be. i m comin 4 uAmen, brother. i'm not ur brothurBy the way, who were you before you took the name of Trump, anyways? (Assuming Trump's an assumed name after all...) ... What are you talking about? My name's Trump! I've always been Trump! My daddy named me Trump! Why would I be anyone else?
Who do you think you are, questioning my identity? You're a flaw; a cosmic ink-stain that thinks you're so high and mighty. Let me tell you this, kid; we're all human shit. Nobody's any better than anyone else-- we're all bastards and bitches and fuckers.
I know what world you're in. I could find it and rain hell down on you. But no-- I've got a special process for you.
First, I chain you to a radiator-- the heat slowly increasing. Then, I take a fork and I lovingly pluck out your eyes-- first right, then left. You're crying blood now; and I take a sponge, soak up your blood, and make you suck on it. The heat's starting to get unbearable now. You're pulling against the chain, trying to get away, but it cuts into your skin. Now I stick pins and needles into your fingers and toes, but I position them in a way so whenever you move they dig further into you. Next, I cut you at the back of your head, lifting the scalp up so I can reach your skull. I bandage you so you won't die from blood-loss. Then, I cut open your skull and take out the part of your brain that controls reasoning. I patch you up, wait a few weeks, only feeding you the bare minimum of food. Now you're starving, insane, and chewing at your chained arm like an animal. Now the fun begins: I start cutting your fingers and toes off, then shove a knife into any joint I can find. You're near dead now, but I won't let you leave yet-- to finish it off, I take a rat and place it on your stomach, under a bucket. I put a hot piece of coal on the top of the bucket. The rat, fearing its life, starts to did... into your flesh. Once it gets through the other side, you're dead.
Then I bring you back and start over again. And this time, you won't quetsion that my name is Trump. You and me-- we're nothing alike.
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Feb 1, 2010 22:24:48 GMT -5
Amen, brother. i'm not ur brothurBy the way, who were you before you took the name of Trump, anyways? (Assuming Trump's an assumed name after all...) ... What are you talking about? My name's Trump! I've always been Trump! My daddy named me Trump! Why would I be anyone else?
Who do you think you are, questioning my identity? You're a flaw; a cosmic ink-stain that thinks you're so high and mighty. Let me tell you this, kid; we're all human shit. Nobody's any better than anyone else-- we're all bastards and bitches and fuckers.
I know what world you're in. I could find it and rain hell down on you. But no-- I've got a special process for you.
First, I chain you to a radiator-- the heat slowly increasing. Then, I take a fork and I lovingly pluck out your eyes-- first right, then left. You're crying blood now; and I take a sponge, soak up your blood, and make you suck on it. The heat's starting to get unbearable now. You're pulling against the chain, trying to get away, but it cuts into your skin. Now I stick pins and needles into your fingers and toes, but I position them in a way so whenever you move they dig further into you. Next, I cut you at the back of your head, lifting the scalp up so I can reach your skull. I bandage you so you won't die from blood-loss. Then, I cut open your skull and take out the part of your brain that controls reasoning. I patch you up, wait a few weeks, only feeding you the bare minimum of food. Now you're starving, insane, and chewing at your chained arm like an animal. Now the fun begins: I start cutting your fingers and toes off, then shove a knife into any joint I can find. You're near dead now, but I won't let you leave yet-- to finish it off, I take a rat and place it on your stomach, under a bucket. I put a hot piece of coal on the top of the bucket. The rat, fearing its life, starts to did... into your flesh. Once it gets through the other side, you're dead.
Then I bring you back and start over again. And this time, you won't quetsion that my name is Trump. You and me-- we're nothing alike.Well now, that was uncalled for.
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Post by gantzgun74 on Feb 2, 2010 10:42:54 GMT -5
........... Holy CRAP... That might just haunt me in my nightmares... (Clears throat) That disturbing image aside though, I believe what FF MEANT was if you were a part of the Ed, Edd, N Eddy Cast previous to becoming the psycopath you are today. After all, it was proven that Shifter was Jimmy previous to becoming what he was. I myself had always assumed you were Johnny 2X4 until very recently, Both of you are outcasts in some shape or form (Though Johnny is more a social outcast then a mental one). Now don't you get snippy at me just for making a simple theory. But that aside, here's my question, It says in your bio that you came in contact with (Or rather had your skull pierced) by some kind of mysterious shard, maybe you were too young to remember that, but were you ever told about the experience, or perhaps you ever figured out what that shard was?
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 2, 2010 16:07:19 GMT -5
........... Holy CRAP... That might just haunt me in my nightmares... (Clears throat) That disturbing image aside though, I believe what FF MEANT was if you were a part of the Ed, Edd, N Eddy Cast previous to becoming the psycopath you are today. After all, it was proven that Shifter was Jimmy previous to becoming what he was. I myself had always assumed you were Johnny 2X4 until very recently, Both of you are outcasts in some shape or form (Though Johnny is more a social outcast then a mental one). Now don't you get snippy at me just for making a simple theory. But that aside, here's my question, It says in your bio that you came in contact with (Or rather had your skull pierced) by some kind of mysterious shard, maybe you were too young to remember that, but were you ever told about the experience, or perhaps you ever figured out what that shard was? I'm not from that stupid universe. And who the heck is Jonny 2x4? He sounds like a robut. Is he a robut?
But a shard in my skull... that would definitly explain a lot. There's a lot of things floating around in my skull. Maybe the shard is the thing that plays the music. Maybe it's what made me what I am...
Maybe it's what makes the armor; it's like breathing metal, radiating pure hate and evil. Sometimes, I dream about a voice; a voice that speaks in a hundred other accents and languages. A voice that's crying out for help, screaming against the darkness.
Is it me, or something inside of me? All I know is it gives me what it wants.
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Post by Felix Falora on Feb 4, 2010 15:43:13 GMT -5
Amen, brother. i'm not ur brothurBy the way, who were you before you took the name of Trump, anyways? (Assuming Trump's an assumed name after all...) ... What are you talking about? My name's Trump! I've always been Trump! My daddy named me Trump! Why would I be anyone else?
Who do you think you are, questioning my identity? You're a flaw; a cosmic ink-stain that thinks you're so high and mighty. Let me tell you this, kid; we're all human shit. Nobody's any better than anyone else-- we're all bastards and bitches and fuckers.
I know what world you're in. I could find it and rain hell down on you. But no-- I've got a special process for you.
First, I chain you to a radiator-- the heat slowly increasing. Then, I take a fork and I lovingly pluck out your eyes-- first right, then left. You're crying blood now; and I take a sponge, soak up your blood, and make you suck on it. The heat's starting to get unbearable now. You're pulling against the chain, trying to get away, but it cuts into your skin. Now I stick pins and needles into your fingers and toes, but I position them in a way so whenever you move they dig further into you. Next, I cut you at the back of your head, lifting the scalp up so I can reach your skull. I bandage you so you won't die from blood-loss. Then, I cut open your skull and take out the part of your brain that controls reasoning. I patch you up, wait a few weeks, only feeding you the bare minimum of food. Now you're starving, insane, and chewing at your chained arm like an animal. Now the fun begins: I start cutting your fingers and toes off, then shove a knife into any joint I can find. You're near dead now, but I won't let you leave yet-- to finish it off, I take a rat and place it on your stomach, under a bucket. I put a hot piece of coal on the top of the bucket. The rat, fearing its life, starts to did... into your flesh. Once it gets through the other side, you're dead.
Then I bring you back and start over again. And this time, you won't quetsion that my name is Trump. You and me-- we're nothing alike. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!!!DUDE! That has got to be the sickest, most malevolent, narcotic, psychotic, sadistic, sociopathic, evil, twisted, cruel, painful, diabolical, and unusual punishment ever thought up! ... I think I'm in love 0.o
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 4, 2010 16:06:12 GMT -5
... What are you talking about? My name's Trump! I've always been Trump! My daddy named me Trump! Why would I be anyone else?
Who do you think you are, questioning my identity? You're a flaw; a cosmic ink-stain that thinks you're so high and mighty. Let me tell you this, kid; we're all human shit. Nobody's any better than anyone else-- we're all bastards and bitches and fuckers.
I know what world you're in. I could find it and rain hell down on you. But no-- I've got a special process for you.
First, I chain you to a radiator-- the heat slowly increasing. Then, I take a fork and I lovingly pluck out your eyes-- first right, then left. You're crying blood now; and I take a sponge, soak up your blood, and make you suck on it. The heat's starting to get unbearable now. You're pulling against the chain, trying to get away, but it cuts into your skin. Now I stick pins and needles into your fingers and toes, but I position them in a way so whenever you move they dig further into you. Next, I cut you at the back of your head, lifting the scalp up so I can reach your skull. I bandage you so you won't die from blood-loss. Then, I cut open your skull and take out the part of your brain that controls reasoning. I patch you up, wait a few weeks, only feeding you the bare minimum of food. Now you're starving, insane, and chewing at your chained arm like an animal. Now the fun begins: I start cutting your fingers and toes off, then shove a knife into any joint I can find. You're near dead now, but I won't let you leave yet-- to finish it off, I take a rat and place it on your stomach, under a bucket. I put a hot piece of coal on the top of the bucket. The rat, fearing its life, starts to did... into your flesh. Once it gets through the other side, you're dead.
Then I bring you back and start over again. And this time, you won't quetsion that my name is Trump. You and me-- we're nothing alike. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!!!DUDE! That has got to be the sickest, most malevolent, narcotic, psychotic, sadistic, sociopathic, evil, twisted, cruel, painful, diabolical, and unusual punishment ever thought up! ... I think I'm in love 0.o Gross! You have cooties!
Wait... how can I be sociopathic and psychopathic?
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Post by Firebreath Fishslap on Feb 4, 2010 16:11:26 GMT -5
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!!!DUDE! That has got to be the sickest, most malevolent, narcotic, psychotic, sadistic, sociopathic, evil, twisted, cruel, painful, diabolical, and unusual punishment ever thought up! ... I think I'm in love 0.o Gross! You have cooties!
Wait... how can I be sociopathic and psychopathic?Good question.
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