phase 2 501st
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Brawlhalla Tournament TBD
Hello, members of the Prominent! We will be hosting the 2019 Winter Brawlhalla Tournament Stay on the lookout for the thread that will go over the prizes (big boy prizes incoming), along with how the tournament will be running. Thank you :)
Edit: The tournament is going to be rescheduled so we may accommodate more members joining in on the fun!
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Something that has always bothered me is the title of the show "Spongebob Squarepants". If you have ever seen even 10 seconds of a Spongebob episode, you know that Spongebob is clearly not the only character in the show. I'll tell you a little story. I remember the first and last time I watched this forsaken show, at 7 years old. I was going through the channels until I saw something called "Spongebob Squarepants". I was certainly intrigued by this. I didn't have a clue about what Spongebob would be like, but I was ready to watch a show about this Spongebob guy and no one else. Before you get mad and call me stupid (even though I already know that I am smarter than you), another show I watched was Bob Ross. Guess what Bob Ross is about? Bob Ross. Just Bob Ross. A painter. That's IT. It makes complete sense too. The logic made perfect sense and still does. Anyways, I was already interested by Spongebob in the first 10 seconds. It was just him in his house, doing various things. That is, until that little SNAIL BASTARD showed up. I teared up when I saw the little guy. I felt betrayed by the unforgiving bastard who titled this show. My blood was boiling; I felt the rage building up inside of me. The last straw was when Spongebob said "Hi" out of his window to a PINK STARFISH. CLEARLY NOT THE YELLOW SPONGE. In an instant fury I dropkicked the television. Something awoke inside of me, I felt like Bruce Lee. Using all of my energy I turned what was a perfectly functioning television into merely dust. I started crying as I fell on the floor, unable to feel any of my bodyparts. My crying shriek could be heard throughout the whole house. My insane anger turned into a miserable sadness. After seeing what happened, my parents beat me that whole night. The pain from the belt could not compare to the emotional pain I felt. The next morning I sent a harshly-worded email to Nickelodeon telling them to fix their goddamned titles. After doing research on all of the Spongebob characters, my suggestion was "Spongebob Squarepants, Patrick Star, Squidward Tentacles, Mr.Krabs, Plankton, Karen, Sandy Cheeks, Mrs. Puff, Pearl Krabs, Gary the Snail, Patchy the Pirate, Polly the Parrot, French Narrator, Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy, Flying Dutchman, King Neptune, Realistic Fish Head, Perch Perkins, Larry the Lobster, Harold Squarepants, Margaret Squarepants, Grandma Squarepants, Squilliam Fancyson, Betsy Krabs, Man Ray, Dirty Bubble, Bubble Bass, Scooter, Purple Doctorfish, Old Man Jenkins, and Jellyfish". The bastards at Nickelodeon never even sent an email back.
step onto the stage. A hush falls over the crowd, and hundreds of thousands of faces peer eagerly out of the darkness. They are awaiting my fabled humour, the likes of which humanity has waited aeons to witness. I take a deep breath and approach the microphone. The stadium gives an ear-shattering rustle as everyone leans forward expectantly. Eyeing the crowd, I slowly lean into the mic and utter:
The crowd erupts. Howls of laughter reverberate throughout the stadium, shaking the foundations of the bleachers. People fall to the ground, kicking their chairs away and clutching their stomachs in hysterics. This only lasts for a few moments, though; most of the audience was still processing the joke at this point. As the full humour of the statement dawns on them, the joke's true impact is realised. Hundreds of thousands of people collapse helplessly around the stadium, screaming with laughter as their faces turn purple. Several thousand people are unable to find a break in laughing to breathe, and lapse into comas from lack of oxygen.
This, unfortunately, was not enough to save them.
The laughter is only growing. Never again will a joke of this calibre be made, so the audience is trying to use up a lifetime of laughter in this single night. The stadium finally falters beneath the swathes of cackling people, and its supporting beams crumble. Stone and metal crashes down around me, and the different levels of seats avalanche down to the bottom rows, crushing everyone.
The dust settles, and the final echoes of laughter die out. As I stand alone on the stage, surrounded by rubble and mountains of corpses, I solemnly recall why I vowed never to entertain again.