Conquer Club

Here is how to play. You just figure out how to get the person off the horse and convince the horse to let you ride it.
I'll start:
I buy the horse and get on to it and begin to ride, no one can take it...

BHAHAHHAHAHA

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lol

the.killing.44 wrote:BHAHAHHAHAHA

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Necro spam!

Shoots horse. Ends game.

*Beats dead horse*

: : : drags horse to water and tries to make it drink : : :

drowns oVo, and skins the horse, then stuffs it, and rides it

starts a fire and begins roasting horse steaks for supper

After you´ve eaten and left I collect the bones and invoke the Æsir. . since you didn´t break any bones or eat any marrow they agree to resurrect the horse.
The next day I whistle the luckyluke song backwards and ride into the sunrise.

snufkin wrote:After you´ve eaten and left I collect the bones and invoke the Æsir. . since you didn´t break any bones or eat any marrow they agree to resurrect the horse.
The next day I whistle the luckyluke song backwards and ride into the sunrise.

I then steal your sunset, confusing you so I can steal the horse

I kill the horse again and ensure that all of its bones are ground down into a fine powder. I then roast the non-bony remnants of the horse. I eat the roasted non-bony remnants of the horse. Thank you very much.

I'm hungry now.

ManBungalow wrote:I kill the horse again and ensure that all of its bones are ground down into a fine powder. I then roast the non-bony remnants of the horse. I eat the roasted non-bony remnants of the horse. Thank you very much.

I'm hungry now.

I then nuke you destorying the last remenants of the horse.

ManBungalow wrote:I kill the horse again and ensure that all of its bones are ground down into a fine powder. I then roast the non-bony remnants of the horse. I eat the roasted non-bony remnants of the horse. Thank you very much.

I'm hungry now.

I snort the horse bones

neanderpaul14 wrote:

ManBungalow wrote:I kill the horse again and ensure that all of its bones are ground down into a fine powder. I then roast the non-bony remnants of the horse. I eat the roasted non-bony remnants of the horse. Thank you very much.

I'm hungry now.

I snort the horse bones

I take what's ever left over from the horse bone powder, melt it down in a spoon, and shoot up. My blood turns to glue and I die. Wait..... wasn't I supposed to srew someone else, not my self?
Shit!!!!

I put my penis into the horse's anus and turn it into my dirty little bitch. It loves it. Throughout the entire process it whinys "Oh DM, harder harder! You're so much better than my little bitch of a husband!"

Now I am done with the horse. You can take it if you want, but that image will be forever imprinted onto your mind.

Dancing Mustard wrote:I put my penis into the horse's anus and turn it into my dirty little bitch. It loves it. Throughout the entire process it whinys "Oh DM, harder harder! You're so much better than my little bitch of a husband!"

Now I am done with the horse. You can take it if you want, but that image will be forever imprinted onto your mind.

It anus? Why, was it a guy (gay) horse? That says a lot!

Well, he is a poor lonesome cowboy and a long way from home.

jonesthecurl wrote:Well, he is a poor lonesome cowboy and a long way from home.

I see. So was it Colonel Mustards one night stand then?

I decide to go on my daily jogging round with haile gebrselassie even though I haven´t smoked my morning cigarette yet. We put our noses to the wind and start running...
before we have finished our first 10000 meters I notice a spec of dust in my left nostril.
Now, because I haven´t smoked, my sense of smell is heightened and I recognise it.
It is clearly a fragment of the horse´s bone powder that must have travelled to Africa with some atlantic wind.
After explaining to Haile he suggests that we pay a visit to the mad professor on the nearby hill (only two marathons away). I get to sit on gebrselassies shoulders the last marathon. The mad professor gives me a handkerchief so I can blow my nose, extracts the horse dna and less than a year later one of the prof´s pet giraffes give birth to a perfect clone of our beloved horse.
I christen it dolly dumper and head for the himalayas finally lighting my cigarette.

...only to be followed by Ducky Duke (who's given up smoking). He whistles and dolly dumper comes a-running, dumping you on the way.

While everyone is chatting, I steal horse and ride away

...you and the horse drown, you rode back into the sea.

jonesthecurl wrote:...you and the horse drown, you rode back into the sea.

You drown, I buy new horse (Wait aren't I dead)

I sell the old one.

Now, that's flogging a dead horse.*
btw, yes you are. are you a bloated watery zombie? riding on a horse?


*does this work in American slang too?