TTR Game of Toanz

Ok,

So this week, i been on the run from the law, hiding out in an old shack in the Mojave Desert.

Its lonely out here. Not much to do. I thought about quitting, but then its more fun pissing off the people that hate you.

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In the mean time. I've been working on some ideas for a new CD cover. I decided to convert this old storage tank base to my own personal art project.

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I snuck into Johannesburg California after nightfall for a beer. It aint easy being on the run.

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I swiped this cool sign for my new pad. Looks good on my blank wall.

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So, i tried to come up with some good band names:

1. Johnny Proonjuze & The Skwirts was the top contender for my G.G. Allin Metal Tribute concept.

2. Fecal Cannon was my second choice.

3. Six Foot Rail was my least favorite.

So, i decided on Enema Binge because ot was shocking to the senses and should prepare the prospective show-goer for getting sprayed with malt liquor from the enema bag in the front rows.

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S.O.S.

I really need someone - who's not on probation or facing criminal charges - to take over for me.

Hit me up via PM.

- Sledge
 
Tex, yours 'n mine's must unfavorite cowpoke, has had himself a good look-see.
He sez there are some Chapter 7 Penalties that need to be accounted for.

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Some of you folks figure you can just bypass or ignore the rules of
The Game of Toanz and not have to suffer any consequences? Think again!
At least he told the Sherriff he won't need to put up the gallows. But, they are heatin'
up some tar and in collectin' a mess of feathers from the chicken coop.

So y'all know going going forward.. The Game of Toanz is a SUPERB opportunity to learn some
simple new tech skills, I am sure any of us would help each other, if they simply asked.
So, if you can't figure something out, do that before posting!

Don't give up... learn a new skill you can use!

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I try to keep this all pretty straightforward, for general fun's sake we need content coming into the
game from other places, so we do have to link/save pics and stuff. Use every challenge as an opportunity to
learn how if you don't know. There's going to be PLENTY more of it coming, so you might as well.

As promised, prior to tonight's vote penalties leveled for Chapter 7 we have to send
a few competitors on the Walk of Shame, for terrible awful transgressions

McMeister Metal -1 for no Text message -1 for not reviewing a specific competitor (-2)
Lysol
-1 for no text message -1 for no review of competitor's audition (-2)
Sledge Von Pünhammer
-10 for failing to show up to his audition, -2 for dissing my mom (-12)

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As mentioned, these points will be taken off your final vote counts after a 24-hour vote period for Chapter 8.
However, there will be some bonus points added to some scores after the vote for outstanding Game of Toanzing.

Tonight We VOTE, and sadly one Rock Star will become a forever-roadie,
but still get to have cool hair, live on the road and hang with the stars.

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We await submissions by @SG John @Thatbastarddon and @mcblink about
five hours remain until deadline.
 
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After I set my axe down, Bobbi shot me a look that could only be interpreted one way, and leaving a trail like a slug, she slid across the floor towards me with the accuracy of a hungry heat-seeking pit viper. There was no escaping the sexual intent of this heavy metal harlot. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it now. Right now. Knowing what was about to happen, I suggested to her that we get out of there, and maybe go find a dumpster in the alley. On our way out, I got a few clandestine thumbs up from a couple of the band members, and we left. Just outside, Bobbi happened to bump into her friend, who she introduced me to. Gizzelle was her name, and it happened to be a prophetic one. She was built just about the same as Bobbi, and oozed the same sexual aura. In fact, they were now both copiously salivating at their south-mouths, and leaving little puddles anywhere we stopped for more than a few seconds. After making some small talk and getting acquainted, the three of us decided to get some food and a room, we knew we'd need some fuel for what was going to happen. These hoes were freaks!


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I can't go into too many details, because I'm afraid of being imprisoned for obscenity and lewd conduct, but what I can tell you, is that in between feasting on room service paid for by nudity, and nearly round the clock banging, what started as a quick hookup with a couple vixens turned into a week-long drug fueled pilgrimage of sorts. Yet, in the back of my mind, I knew I needed to have some options for a band name to present at next rehearsal, because PickleCrack just wasn't doing it for me. I visited my special suitcase I keep for times like these.

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Thankfully the sultry sluts had not yet emptied it entirely of it's contents. I used it's contents to reflect on the week I had with these strumpets, and some of the events that occurred. I listed some of them out on a piece of scrap paper:

Erectile Assault
Rectal Assault
Deeds of Degeneracy
Carnal Rites
FiveSkin
Defective Erection
Fecalith
ButtStuff
Chasing Dragons
The Fellated
Dirt Circuit

I brought them back to the band and we had a nice chat about why "PickleCrack" wasn't going to work. We decided to act like adults about it, even though we totally aren't, and we put the top choices in a hat, and pulled one out:

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Ultimately, we thought this one would work just fine. If there's anything I've learned in life, it is to never, ever, ever question the lessons the special suitcase teaches.
 
Bouncing around each other, Bobbie and Giselle grab their fuel and some flavored prophylactics from the local shops…off we go to get into some…..trouble.
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…after a rousing evening with these two, I realized Gizelle had a real set of lungs and wasn’t afraid to use them. She sounded like she was trying to call a Sasquatch when she was……excited. The Malibu was all over everything and they were, clearly, having a better time than they’d anticipated…
After things had settled down a bit, we started tossing ideas around for a new name for the band…
Here are a few examples of what I remember….

1. Dank Cherry
2. Girth-Bomb
3. Squatcher

…Apparently, I got a kick out of Squatcher…Must have been the energy from the event…made me think of the kind of force I wanted to put forth with the band…unstoppable. I found this on the coffee table when I got up to survey the carnage…
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I grabbed the drawing, and split, before I got roped into cleaning up after those two screamers….
 
So we don't necessarily have to complete the challenge if it is an immunity round, is this correct?
After I set my axe down, Bobbi shot me a look that could only be interpreted one way, and leaving a trail like a slug, she slid across the floor towards me with the accuracy of a hungry heat-seeking pit viper. There was no escaping the sexual intent of this heavy metal harlot. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it now. Right now. Knowing what was about to happen, I suggested to her that we get out of there, and maybe go find a dumpster in the alley. On our way out, I got a few clandestine thumbs up from a couple of the band members, and we left. Just outside, Bobbi happened to bump into her friend, who she introduced me to. Gizzelle was her name, and it happened to be a prophetic one. She was built just about the same as Bobbi, and oozed the same sexual aura. In fact, they were now both copiously salivating at their south-mouths, and leaving little puddles anywhere we stopped for more than a few seconds. After making some small talk and getting acquainted, the three of us decided to get some food and a room, we knew we'd need some fuel for what was going to happen. These hoes were freaks!


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I can't go into too many details, because I'm afraid of being imprisoned for obscenity and lewd conduct, but what I can tell you, is that in between feasting on room service paid for by nudity, and nearly round the clock banging, what started as a quick hookup with a couple vixens turned into a week-long drug fueled pilgrimage of sorts. Yet, in the back of my mind, I knew I needed to have some options for a band name to present at next rehearsal, because PickleCrack just wasn't doing it for me. I visited my special suitcase I keep for times like these.

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Thankfully the sultry sluts had not yet emptied it entirely of it's contents. I used it's contents to reflect on the week I had with these strumpets, and some of the events that occurred. I listed some of them out on a piece of scrap paper:

Erectile Assault
Rectal Assault
Deeds of Degeneracy
Carnal Rites
FiveSkin
Defective Erection
Fecalith
ButtStuff
Chasing Dragons
The Fellated
Dirt Circuit

I brought them back to the band and we had a nice chat about why "PickleCrack" wasn't going to work. We decided to act like adults about it, even though we totally aren't, and we put the top choices in a hat, and pulled one out:

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Ultimately, we thought this one would work just fine. If there's anything I've learned in life, it is to never, ever, ever question the lessons the special suitcase teaches.
Reminds me, years ago at a beer gardens we would change our name each year. One year was The Four Skins while another was The Reservoir Tips.
Good stuff there Fiveskin!
 
To my fellow forum members,

It has been brought to my attention that some of my "virtual insults" that I've thrown around in this imaginairy game, have actually offended some members herein in real life.

I would like to take this opportunity to offer my most sincere apologies to anyone who was offended by anything that i posted here.

Anything offensive, derogatory or otherwise rude and in poor taste, posted by me, was posted "in character," as part of the fantasy, role-playing aspect of this game.

No actual disrespect was intended.

I'll be withdrawing from this competition

MODS: Feel free to remove this post if you disagree with it's content
 
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To my fellow forum members,

It has been brought to my attention that some of my "virtual insults" that I've thrown around in this imaginairy game, have actually offended some members herein in real life.

I would like to take this opportunity to offer my most sincere apologies to anyone who was offended by anything that i posted here.

Anything offensive, derogatory or otherwise rude and in poor taste, posted by me, was posted "in character," as part of the fantasy, role-playing aspect of this game.

No actual disrespect was intended.

I'll be withdrawing from this competition
Yes I thought the ribbing "in character" was part of the game.
 
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