"Hey, Adolf! Catch!" *Chucks an ice-ball with a rock inside at his head, causing significant head trauma and a convenient restructuring of personality*

Yo, fifthfiend's parents! Just had a question for you two...WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!

English teachers are edible, Mr. Kahn.

Off-Topic: This is precisely why I did not become certified to teach high school English.

On-Topic: Hey, former self! Forget the English degree and go for something practical, like computer science. While I'm here, let me give you some other pointers...

Excuse me, Mr. Washington? I have a question... WILL YOU SIT DOWN??!?!

WARNING! NOT IN GAME!

BTW, Flare, I have a suggestion. Why don't you have a winner and honorable mentions? Just for bragging rights, not so the winner can make the next topic or anything.

Hey, Me from five minutes ago! How ya doin?

... dude, if we have sex, is that masturbation or incest?

-OR-

Hey, it's Flare as a sweet, innocent child before she went into the Marines!

..."Hey, little girl, Did you know they don't let red heads in the marines? It's only the airforce. Sorry."

Merry Gear Christmas: Gunz of the Phantoms of Nostalgia's past: Part IV.
 

Santa, post NPF SAVES X-MAS: Oh, my poor, hideously scarred body....it's a miracle I'm still alive after what that crazed fire guy did to me.... Thank heavens my remaining elves took the brunt of the attack, and their liquidated remains formed a safe, fleshy barrier to protect me from the flames and the horrible crash that broke all my bones....

But...but now, christmas is ruined! The presents, all gone. My elves, so pitiful in number now that even if they got together like rabbits, no way there would be enough of them to make the toys needed in time...and my sleigh, and reindeer!

If only, if only, I could go back in time and undo the damage that he's done...

*waits for a few minutes*

Darn, I had hoped something to that effect would happen, miraculously. Oh well, suppose I'll just have to use the power of the holidays to give myself a new robotic body, then bide my time to build up my strength until the very next christmas, where I rise again to reap bloody revenge upon those who did this to me!

*A massive, fold in time/space occurs, and lightning shoots out from it, scorching everything*

What in the....

Pyros: I'm afraid, I just can't let you do that SANTA!

Santa: So, you've come to finish me off?

Pyros: I'm doing more than that. I'm doing what i should have done, A YEAR AGO!

Santa: What?

Pyros: I've returned, from one year in the future, to this very day where I made on grave mistake. I let you live! And now, now I have paid for this mistake with the death of all that was dear to me!

Santa: So, it seems my plans were to be a success. But what will you do now Pyros? Try to shape things to a better future? Christmas will still be saved, and your friends will be spared!

Pyros: Ha! You foolish fool! This time, there will be no further christmases! IT ENDS TONIGHT, BEFORE IT EVEN STARTS!

*Another fold in Space/time appears*

Ghost of Christmas Past: No PYros! This is not what we agreed upon!

Pyros: It is what I agreed upon. With myself. With this, I shall repair what damage has been wrought upon the world!

Ghost of CP: But what about he damage your actions will have wrought upon the very fabric of time? Existence as we know it could come to an end!

Pyros: Then LET IT COME! I am indeed the god of destruction, am I not?

Ghost of CP: Then you leave me no choice! Come, Warriors of NPF! You must stop Pyros, and save Christmas!

*NPF Heroes arrive, after a long RP that was drawn out by lazyness on the parts of several forumites, including some that got bored and left halfway*

Pyros: So, you shall play into his hand and let your own world suffer? Then so be it, If I must save the land by killing him, then surely I can do so with you as well!

*Great Final Boss battle occurs, for 6 pages of posts. 4 if you chose the option to have 24 posts a page*

Pyros: You ....heh...have fought well...but I never say die! YARRR! *charges them*

NPF'ers: Neither do we! *charges to meet him, together as one unified force*

Pyros of the past: What the hell?

*Both sides stop suddenly, and stare at the newcomer*
*The two Pyrosi meet eyes*

Colonel Campbell: Snake! You've create a time paradox! You can't go about changing the past! You need to know the past, for the future!

Pyros: Damn!

*Electrical storm surrounds Future Pyros, and he disappears, waking up in a black and white farmhouse in Oklahoma*

Pyros: Whoo, what a weird dream. I tell ya, I gotta lay off the week old milk and sugar cookies.....It was horrible! I mean, you were there *points to Flare* and you were there *points to Fenris* I think you were there *points to Nikose* you sure as hell weren't there, and you suck for it *points to POS* SUCK I SAY!

*brief pause*

Pyros: Hey...what the hell are you all doing in my room?

Flare: We've come from the future, to make sure you never again make any lame, psychotic skits, ever again!

*Shoots Pyros in head*

Pyros: AUUUGGGHhh!-AUUUGGGHhh- AUUUGGGHhh- AUUUGGGHhh- AUUUGGGHhh-

Colonel Campbell: TIME PARADOX!

*turns the Water Hose on Pyros*

No wacko, that would take away the fun. Plus they don't do that in Whose Line.And I wasn't a sweet girl there Nik. :P

*If you found yourself trapped in the 8bit chatroom*

pfft, that's easy.

"me:WHAT THE HELL!?"