TTR Game of Toanz

I'm mad. I was looking forward to putting together my own version of last challenge in the vote thread... problem is NO vote thread. Duh!

Feels like I barely have control over this racing- towards-the-cliff rickety stagecoach full of insane asylum escapes being pulled at break-neck speed by the Four Horses of The Apocalypse.

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I'm not going to break my own rule of too much irrelavent junk in the main GOT thread but I do have to bring in one of the guitar selections I dug up what pretty much sums up about 86% of my character "Tricki Lyxx's" skills of an artist at guitar.

Hang with it, it's a journey!

 
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CHAPTER 8
After band practice Bobbie catches up to Barbarian Bob in the parking lot of the practice studio with her friend Gizzelle. From the way they are looking at Barbarian Bob, Barbarian Bob can tell they aren’t here to help pack the car.

Bobbie says, “Do you play Nintendo?” and the girls giggle. Barbarian Bob looks puzzled, “Yeah, I guess”

Then the girls look at each other and nod. Lets go to Gizzelle’s place and you can play with us.

Later at Gizzelle’s apartment ….

Barbarian Bob sits on a stain covered couch. He know’s those stains from being on the tour bus for weeks with the guys. The girls tell him to wait and they go into the other room. While Bob waits, he looks around the room. “Band name, maybe I can draw inspiration from things around me” He thinks to himself as he looks around.
After a little while the girls come out, “I hope you like to play Mario Brothers!”
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Barbarian Bob’s jaw drops, “Sweet Jesus!” …”hmmmm, that might be a cool name for the band”

They drape themselves all over Bob, the girls start getting hot and heavy with him. He now knows he will soon be adding to the stained couch. They break out a mirror and 3 baggies of white powder. “This will get us in the mood”, the girls seductively say.
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Bob knows if the guys in the band find out, its over, “We can’t let the guys know about this” Gizzelle says, “I have my monthly friend, we can make a blood oath” as she pulls out what can only be described as a long tailed red rat out of her shorts. Bob looks excited, he thinks “That’s it! Blood Oath!! That’s a cool name”. He rips the blood soaked plug out of Gizzelle’s hand and writes Blood Oath on his shirt so he doesn’t forget.

By the morning Barbarian Bob is scratched up, his face covered in cocaine, mouth smeared in blood (not his own), almost looking like a coked up version of Heath Ledger’s Joker. The girls really got into playing Mario Brothers. They called Bob “Bowzer” and the coked up girls attacked him all night. By morning, the girls looked bruised and glazed like Krispy Cream dounuts, Bob took to calling Gizzelle “Jizz” because of her love of …. Well you know!

On his way home, all he could think about was the night. Barbarian Bob thinks to himself, “that was some brutal sex last night. Bob stops in his tracks and exclaims out loud, “THAT’S IT!! BRUTAL SEX!!!!, I gotta tell the guys!!” He know’s to sell it, he has to come up with a killer logo though. First he needs to get to the clinic for a few shots of penicillin. He takes off running down the street leaving a billowing white trail behind him.

BAND NAME LIST

  • SWEET JESUS <--Too religious
  • BLOOD OATH <--Cliché
  • BRUTAL SEX <--that sounds METAL TO THE CORE!!! \nn/
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This logo is PERFECT!! The guys will love it! It screams BARBARIAN BOB all over it!!
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CHAPTER 8
After band practice Bobbie catches up to Barbarian Bob in the parking lot of the practice studio with her friend Gizzelle. From the way they are looking at Barbarian Bob, Barbarian Bob can tell they aren’t here to help pack the car.

Bobbie says, “Do you play Nintendo?” and the girls giggle. Barbarian Bob looks puzzled, “Yeah, I guess”

Then the girls look at each other and nod. Lets go to Gizzelle’s place and you can play with us.

Later at Gizzelle’s apartment ….

Barbarian Bob sits on a stain covered couch. He know’s those stains from being on the tour bus for weeks with the guys. The girls tell him to wait and they go into the other room. While Bob waits, he looks around the room. “Band name, maybe I can draw inspiration from things around me” He thinks to himself as he looks around.
After a little while the girls come out, “I hope you like to play Mario Brothers!”
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Barbarian Bob’s jaw drops, “Sweet Jesus!” …”hmmmm, that might be a cool name for the band”

They drape themselves all over Bob, the girls start getting hot and heavy with him. He now knows he will soon be adding to the stained couch. They break out a mirror and 3 baggies of white powder. “This will get us in the mood”, the girls seductively say.
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Bob knows if the guys in the band find out, its over, “We can’t let the guys know about this” Gizzelle says, “I have my monthly friend, we can make a blood oath” as she pulls out what can only be described as a long tailed red rat out of her shorts. Bob looks excited, he thinks “That’s it! Blood Oath!! That’s a cool name”. He rips the blood soaked plug out of Gizzelle’s hand and writes Blood Oath on his shirt so he doesn’t forget.

By the morning Barbarian Bob is scratched up, his face covered in cocaine, mouth smeared in blood (not his own), almost looking like a coked up version of Heath Ledger’s Joker. The girls really got into playing Mario Brothers. They called Bob “Bowzer” and the coked up girls attacked him all night. By morning, the girls looked bruised and glazed like Krispy Cream dounuts, Bob took to calling Gizzelle “Jizz” because of her love of …. Well you know!

On his way home, all he could think about was the night. Barbarian Bob thinks to himself, “that was some brutal sex last night. Bob stops in his tracks and exclaims out loud, “THAT’S IT!! BRUTAL SEX!!!!, I gotta tell the guys!!” He know’s to sell it, he has to come up with a killer logo though. First he needs to get to the clinic for a few shots of penicillin. He takes off running down the street leaving a billowing white trail behind him.

BAND NAME LIST

  • SWEET JESUS <--Too religious
  • BLOOD OATH <--Cliché
  • BRUTAL SEX <--that sounds METAL TO THE CORE!!! \nn/
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This logo is PERFECT!! The guys will love it! It screams BARBARIAN BOB all over it!!
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Great job there BB
 
First in: Immunity idol holder Barb-arian Bomb... with a rather sordid tale of rock/roll debauchery. Band best be real good to try and get signed sportin' that name!

A reminder... you fellas are not yet near any bus, nor have you even gigged yet with this band. Maybe soon.

"Clean" entry, no penalties!
And that's EXACTLY how I'd like to see all the logos... nice and close, plain background please!

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First in: Immunity idol holder Barb-arian Bomb... with a rather sordid tale of rock/roll debauchery. Band best be real good to try and get signed sportin' that name!

A reminder... you fellas are not yet near any bus, nor have you even gigged yet with this band. Maybe soon.

"Clean" entry, no penalties!

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Does the immunity Idol make you immune to STDs? Barbarian Bob really hopes so!!
Barbarian Bob has been peeing blood all morning, is that normal?
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CHAPTER 8
After band practice Bobbie catches up to Barbarian Bob in the parking lot of the practice studio with her friend Gizzelle. From the way they are looking at Barbarian Bob, Barbarian Bob can tell they aren’t here to help pack the car.

Bobbie says, “Do you play Nintendo?” and the girls giggle. Barbarian Bob looks puzzled, “Yeah, I guess”

Then the girls look at each other and nod. Lets go to Gizzelle’s place and you can play with us.

Later at Gizzelle’s apartment ….

Barbarian Bob sits on a stain covered couch. He know’s those stains from being on the tour bus for weeks with the guys. The girls tell him to wait and they go into the other room. While Bob waits, he looks around the room. “Band name, maybe I can draw inspiration from things around me” He thinks to himself as he looks around.
After a little while the girls come out, “I hope you like to play Mario Brothers!”
View attachment 91047
Barbarian Bob’s jaw drops, “Sweet Jesus!” …”hmmmm, that might be a cool name for the band”

They drape themselves all over Bob, the girls start getting hot and heavy with him. He now knows he will soon be adding to the stained couch. They break out a mirror and 3 baggies of white powder. “This will get us in the mood”, the girls seductively say.
View attachment 91048
Bob knows if the guys in the band find out, its over, “We can’t let the guys know about this” Gizzelle says, “I have my monthly friend, we can make a blood oath” as she pulls out what can only be described as a long tailed red rat out of her shorts. Bob looks excited, he thinks “That’s it! Blood Oath!! That’s a cool name”. He rips the blood soaked plug out of Gizzelle’s hand and writes Blood Oath on his shirt so he doesn’t forget.

By the morning Barbarian Bob is scratched up, his face covered in cocaine, mouth smeared in blood (not his own), almost looking like a coked up version of Heath Ledger’s Joker. The girls really got into playing Mario Brothers. They called Bob “Bowzer” and the coked up girls attacked him all night. By morning, the girls looked bruised and glazed like Krispy Cream dounuts, Bob took to calling Gizzelle “Jizz” because of her love of …. Well you know!

On his way home, all he could think about was the night. Barbarian Bob thinks to himself, “that was some brutal sex last night. Bob stops in his tracks and exclaims out loud, “THAT’S IT!! BRUTAL SEX!!!!, I gotta tell the guys!!” He know’s to sell it, he has to come up with a killer logo though. First he needs to get to the clinic for a few shots of penicillin. He takes off running down the street leaving a billowing white trail behind him.

BAND NAME LIST

  • SWEET JESUS <--Too religious
  • BLOOD OATH <--Cliché
  • BRUTAL SEX <--that sounds METAL TO THE CORE!!! \nn/
View attachment 91049
This logo is PERFECT!! The guys will love it! It screams BARBARIAN BOB all over it!!
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I never really enjoyed Mario Brothers........................until now!
 
Barbarian Bob, been thinking more of your current plight, as you may know the welfare of all Game of Toanz competitors is my tippy-top top priority!

I'd hate to see you get ejected for some random health concern rather than your subtle sense of humour, or others getting fed up with your continued baseless boasting and them all finally deciding to team up and monkey-pile you. Of course immunity does have it's privileges!

I am suddenly reminded of a few weeks ago when i stumbled upon a peculiar page on the web about the Candiru. If you don't immediately recognize the name, you can look it up, but basically it's a small parasitic species of fish that can swim up inside your johnson, where it's ultimate goal is to securely latch itself to the inside of your urinary tract with extremely sharp barbs (get it?) somewhere around it's head area.

Cute little buggers, actually

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Once attached and fully locked in, these fascinating little creatures can cause all sort of unwelcome problems, the least of which is the bleeding and discomfort you are now experiencing. Unfortunately, one of the fastest and most reliable cures for this condition is the very one you definitely DON'T want to consider. Up here in Canada where I live we don't have great access to medical care, so often we have to come up with frontier medicine of sorts, which is often very effective, if we don't die. Luckily for you, I dabble in these sort of remedies a bit, so I have one other idea you should try first, and it's really not that expensive. I understand medical care is costly in the USA

iu


First off, get a bottle of that red Sriracha sauce you find in stores., you don't need the large one, the five oz. one will be fine. I suppose any hot pepper sauce or vinegar based sauce would work for this remedy, such as Tobasco, Frank's etc... but I think the Sriracha is best, as it comes with a very handy and ideal applicator. Get a few bandmates to hold you down, and have one of them, or perhaps Bobbie or Gizzelle carefully Insert the squirty tip of the bottle into your urethra channel, and squirt in maybe a good ounce or so. Wait for four or five hours, and once you come to, I imagine the peppery vinegary solution will have most likely done in the wee Candiru beastie, but I'm quite sure you will safely survive.

iu


My best guess is that over period of a week or two will the parasite will decompose enough for it to let go by itself, or if you wish to speed things along... perhaps you can get a pair of locking medical forceps in there, carefully squeeze the jaws onto the Canidiru's tail, and tear little fishy all the way loose with a firm yanking motion, much like pulling off a bandaid. If the Candiru's delicate body happens to rip off, I expect again, within a week or two, the spiny head will simply decompose and you'll most likely be able to discharge it naturally. If not perhaps see if you can get a small bottle brush in there, (probably a pipe cleaner is a bit too small), and see if you can dislodge it that way.

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Now bear in mind this is an untested remedy, and I am not a qualified physician, but the way I see it, this is an all-natural method, so should be quite safe. If it works for you, please let me know.
 
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Barbarian Bob, been thinking more of your current plight, as you may know the welfare of all Game of Toanz competitors is my tippy-top top priority!

I'd hate to see you get ejected for some random health concern rather than your subtle sense of humour, or others getting fed up with your continued baseless boasting and them all finally deciding to team up and monkey-pile you. Of course immunity does have it's privileges!

I am suddenly reminded of a few weeks ago when i stumbled upon a peculiar page on the web about the Candiru. If you don't immediately recognize the name, you can look it up, but basically it's a small parasitic species of fish that can swim up inside your johnson, where it's ultimate goal is to securely latch itself to the inside of your urinary tract with extremely sharp barbs (get it?) somewhere around it's head area.

Cute little buggers, actually

man-holding-a-candiru.jpg


Once attached and fully locked in, these fascinating little creatures can cause all sort of unwelcome problems, the least of which is the bleeding and discomfort you are now experiencing. Unfortunately, one of the fastest and most reliable cures for this condition is the very one you definitely DON'T want to consider. Up here in Canada where I live we don't have great access to medical care, so often we have to come up with frontier medicine of sorts, which is often very effective, if we don't die. Luckily for you, I dabble in these sort of remedies a bit, so I have one other idea you should try first, and it's really not that expensive. I understand medical care is costly in the USA

iu


First off, get a bottle of that red Sriracha sauce you find in stores., you don't need the large one, the five oz. one will be fine. I suppose any hot pepper sauce or vinegar based sauce would work for this remedy, such as Tobasco, Frank's etc... but I think the Sriracha is best, as it comes with a very handy and ideal applicator. Get a few bandmates to hold you down, and have one of them, or perhaps Bobbie or Gizzelle carefully Insert the squirty tip of the bottle into your urethra channel, and squirt in maybe a good ounce or so. Wait for four or five hours, and once you come to, I imagine the peppery vinegary solution will have most likely done in the wee Candiru beastie, but I'm quite sure you will safely survive.

iu


My best guess is that over period of a week or two will the parasite will decompose enough for it to let go by itself, or if you wish to speed things along... perhaps you can get a pair of locking medical forceps in there, carefully squeeze the jaws onto the Canidiru's tail, and tear little fishy all the way loose with a firm yanking motion, much like pulling off a bandaid. If the Candiru's delicate body happens to rip off, I expect again, within a week or two, the spiny head will simply decompose and you'll most likely be able to discharge it naturally. If not perhaps see if you can get a small bottle brush in there, (probably a pipe cleaner is a bit too small), and see if you can dislodge it that way.

efiyyq9ihyrnfd0bwrao.jpg


Now bear in mind this is an untested remedy, and I am not a qualified physician, but the way I see it, this is an all-natural method, so should be quite safe. If it works for you, please let me know.

I'll go with Frank's Red Hot, that sh** goes with everything.
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Well we get done with rehearsal, I nail every song, even adding some tasty pick squeals and improvising some speedy solos... We are starting to really gel as a band.

We go out for some grub at the local watering hole/pub. All the guys are drinking and getting wasted. I'm just having a sprite.

The girls come in, they have been partying elsewhere and decided to join us.
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The guys aren't really paying them any attention, as we're talking about a new name for the band.

I catch the girls staring at me a few times, so I let them catch me staring at them a few times.
They have this flirty look about them....
I blurt out, Hey girls did you get some food yet?
They said they were starving but the wanted jack in the box..... They hated the food at this pub.

Since I'm the only person in the place not hammered drunk I tell them I'll run them to Jack in the crack.... They get in my big 4x4 truck and we start down the road, immediately they start saying they'd really like something in their crack..... I gave them a smirk and said oh ya? Would this work? Eyeballing my crotch..... Gizzelle jumps right over and starts grabbing at me like a piece of meat! I park the truck in the nearest parking lot, dig through my console to dig out the lifesavers...
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We all crawl into the backseat and flat get after it!
We don't call them Ford's, ScrewCabs for nothing!
Those two girls taught me a few things I wouldn't care to repeat in mixed company. What a workout!
An hour later we collected our slimed up and out selves and I drive them thru the drive thru at Jack in the crack.... Bobbie didn't even bother putting her shirt back on, she was just sprawled across my lap passed out. Finally I drove them home.

Here are some of the band names that came to my mind after our sweaty marathon sexfest in the back seat.

1. Anal Post
2. Love Shared Lips
3. Whore Mouth

I sent texts to the band that night after a hot shower and a good scrubbing.... "I've got it!" I said...

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Fellas... please let's not try to out-extreme each other with the adult nature of this content. Again please keep the language and content safely in-bounds ...
I'm guilty of setting it up to go that direction, but being too literal with things is the WRONG path to take... your post might be decimated or outright removed. Fair warning!
 
Well we get done with rehearsal, I nail every song, even adding some tasty pick squeals and improvising some speedy solos... We are starting to really gel as a band.

We go out for some grub at the local watering hole/pub. All the guys are drinking and getting wasted. I'm just having a sprite.

The girls come in, they have been partying elsewhere and decided to join us.
UBpN4nP.jpg


The guys aren't really paying them any attention, as we're talking about a new name for the band.

I catch the girls staring at me a few times, so I let them catch me staring at them a few times.
They have this flirty look about them....
I blurt out, Hey girls did you get some food yet?
They said they were starving but the wanted jack in the box..... They hated the food at this pub.

Since I'm the only person in the place not hammered drunk I tell them I'll run them to Jack in the crack.... They get in my big 4x4 truck and we start down the road, immediately they start saying they'd really like something in their crack..... I gave them a smirk and said oh ya? Would this work? Eyeballing my crotch..... Gizzelle jumps right over and starts grabbing at me like a piece of meat! I park the truck in the nearest parking lot, dig through my console to dig out the lifesavers...
aOuHZrM.jpg


We all crawl into the backseat and flat get after it!
We don't call them Ford's, ScrewCabs for nothing!
Those two girls taught me a few things I wouldn't care to repeat in mixed company. What a workout!
An hour later we collected our slimed up and out selves and I drive them thru the drive thru at Jack in the crack.... Bobbie didn't even bother putting her shirt back on, she was just sprawled across my lap passed out. Finally I drove them home.

Here are some of the band names that came to my mind after our sweaty marathon sexfest in the back seat.

1. Anal Post
2. Love Shared Lips
3. Whore Mouth

I sent texts to the band that night after a hot shower and a good scrubbing.... "I've got it!" I said...

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I can see it now,
The Metal Tour of the Year
Sponsored by Trojan and Frank's Red Hot
Brutal Sex and WhoreMouth
with Special guest Lamb of God
Tickets available at Ticketmaster!

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