Snowball fight with Falcon & Phouka....

Seeing as how it’s winter and I’m bored…

Smack! Smack! Got ya both! Slushballs, even! :smiley:


VB

Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!

Gets a great big snowball and heaves it at VB. And misses. Uh oh.


I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.

:::Zette tiptoes up behind Surgo…Snow down the back of your pants!!!:::

Zette runs at full speed to escape…


Love is like popsicles…you get too much you get too high.

Not enough and you’re gonna die…
Click here for some GOOD news for a change Zettecity

While Zette has distracted surgoshan, VB packs a good hard one and hurls it with deadly accuracy…


VB

Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!

Not another one of these childish imaginary …

OOF! Takes one in the eye! Starts crying. Runs home.


“pluto … a seriously demented but oddly addictive presence here.” – TVeblen

Wooohooo… now i have a good use for my fort!! ::wings balls at all of you with her super bazooka snow baller… model x8977876974334434hj34h3j

Take that!


We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another

::runs and hides behind Sue’s fort.::

Ok. Who wants to get whipped?


Some drink at the fountain of knowledge…others just gargle.

Shadowfox swoops in from the sky in her hang glider and starts dropping snowballs on the fort…WHAP! Haha! I got you both!


Shadowfox
“We are what we pretend to be.”

  • Kurt Vonnegut

Dances around in numbing agony.

I’ll get you for that!!

He starts packing up a big pile of snowballs…

You’ll regret this…


I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.

smile Oh ho…gonna get me while I’m away, VB? Not bloody likely!!!

runs to grab some snow and hurls snowballs at VB…HAH! Gotcha!!!

Finishes his mountain of snowballs and starts looking for zette and VB. There’s VB! He sends up a barrage of snowballs. Soon she looks like a snowman.

Now, where’d zette go to?

He sees Shadowfox and zings the idle one up into the air.


I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.

as moosiegirl and canadiansue make a dash from the fort…I pop them with the trusty hardpacked guaranteed to bring tears southern snowballs custom made


“Do or do not, there is no try” - Yoda

Shadowfox swoops in the air, just barely missing a snowball, and lands on the hill.

“Haha!” She cries, “I’m King Of The Mountain!”

Shadowfox
“We are what we pretend to be.”

  • Kurt Vonnegut

Narile sighs and gets out his five foot homemade Trebuchet and loads it.
“Ok…ready…aim…”

Ker—chunk as a load of snow is flung.

>>Being Chaotic Evil means never having to say your sorry…unless the other guy is bigger than you.<<

—The dragon observes

::Walks up behind Narile, dumps a large bucket of slushy snow on their head and runs like heck.::


Eschew Obfuscation

Pegs one at Shadowfox still crowing at the top of her hill. She sidesteps it and is silent for a moment while trying to think up a suitable rejoinder, foolishly thinking she can succeed in a battle of wits. Deep in thought, she fails to realize Pluto has skillfully manuevered her directly into the path of Narile’s bucketful of snow.

Ka-Sploosh!! Shadowfox’s hairstyle is definitely ruined and her hang glider is buried in the snow!

Pluto is gleeful but vigilant – No one is going to sneak up on him unnoticed!

Wiping the slush out of my eyes, I pack a grapefruit size snowball together and take my aim at VB.

“Of course you know, this means war!”

With a strong, I lob it and hit him directly on the -

As VB digs snow out of his ear, he circles around ShadowFox Hill muttering imprecations against Phouka and mentally plotting her downfall:

“Yer dead meat, sister!”


VB

Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!

He cradles a handful of snowballs in one arm and starts running towards Sue’s snowfort.

Look! The Canadians are finally attacking!

He goes down under a hail of Canadian ice balls. (their snowballs froze)


I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.

I stick my thumbs in my ears and waggle my mittened hands at VB.

“Neener neener neener! Yeah? You and what army, pal?”

Then I make a dash for CanadianSue’s fort. Woohoo! This is fun! :smiley: