Post by sil on Dec 1, 2012 16:29:18 GMT -5
WARNING: if you're offended by strong/foul language, PLEASE DO NOT READ.
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So there is this website called gizoogle.net where you can search any site just like Google, and it will translate it into "gangster speak." I put some links from Midnight Strike into the search bar. here are some of my favorites XD
the intro
Welcome ta Warriors: Midnight Strike. Our thugged-out asses is a actizzle Warriors-based RPG set up in a alternatizzle array of Clans. Our thugged-out asses gotz a mix of genres here from fantasy ta science fiction n' horror. Our thugged-out asses is slowly buildin up ta tha crib-wide plot, startin wit of a mysterious message from StarClan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Da general theme is dat tha warrior code is fallin apart, n' tha Clans is fallin tha fuck into disarray n' chaos, wit nuff warriors resortin ta desperate tactics, n' straight-up few whoz ass is truly loyal.
Join us, n' choose where yo' allegiizzlez lie.
It has been approximately eighteen moons since tha start of MS.
Over one hundred thugz n' counting.
Join us, n' choose where yo' allegiizzlez lie.
It has been approximately eighteen moons since tha start of MS.
Over one hundred thugz n' counting.
from Price to Pay. EASTSIDECLAN
Lightningfurz ears flattened against her head. Scatterstar. There yo ass is fo' realz. Afta tha battle is done. Biatch looked ta her clanmates, no diggitizzle sharin they feelings towardz they freshly smoked up orders. This was Eastsideclanz territory. Not Northclans. Lightningfur shook her head slightly. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. She, nor her clanmates, belonged here. This was not they mountain home.
Lightningfur turned towardz tha remainin warriors. Biatch locked eyes wit a lil' she-cat. Not just any lil' she-cat. Da Eastside Clan Medicine pussaaaaay yo.
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"Run!" Biatch hissed wit mo' of a plea then a threat up in her voice. Lightningfur jumped forward n' hit tha catz flank wit her broad head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "This aint yo' home anymo'. Put yo muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel this!" Her blue eyes yearned ta cry like a hoe up n' ask these cats, starclan, every last muthafuckin muthafucka, fo' forgiveness. Instead her blue eyes only stared all up in tha she-cat, willin her ta run before Scatterstar fronted her thuglife as well.
Lightningfur turned towardz tha remainin warriors. Biatch locked eyes wit a lil' she-cat. Not just any lil' she-cat. Da Eastside Clan Medicine pussaaaaay yo.
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"Run!" Biatch hissed wit mo' of a plea then a threat up in her voice. Lightningfur jumped forward n' hit tha catz flank wit her broad head. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "This aint yo' home anymo'. Put yo muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel this!" Her blue eyes yearned ta cry like a hoe up n' ask these cats, starclan, every last muthafuckin muthafucka, fo' forgiveness. Instead her blue eyes only stared all up in tha she-cat, willin her ta run before Scatterstar fronted her thuglife as well.
more Price to Pay
Blackstorm watched as Scatterstar busted off tha three warriors on they mission. Dude saw em head down tha fuck into tha lower landz of EastsideClan, ripplin all up in tha grass. They couldn't be peeped approachin dat way. It was a horny-ass tactic, crawlin all up in tha grass, almost on they bellies. "Dope choice ta bust some scouts," he meowed ta Scatterstar, ever concerned bout bein peeped as blingin up in tha eyez of a supaior. "Our thugged-out asses can bust they report ta our advantage."
"the Runestone"
Standin up in tha midst of a deep, dark forest, up in tha centa of a glistenin pool of gin n juice is tha Runestone. Mystical carvings have been drawn tha fuck into it yo, but no one knows whoz ass did dat shit. Da Runestone has been standin since tha dawn of time, they say. Only a certain few can unlock tha powers dat lurk up in tha silence here.
from Heartless
NorthClan pussies could climb craggy rocks but they couldn't swim all up in freezin rivers yo. Her limbs was tensin up n' tha cold was bustin her stiff.
Finally her ass couldn't take any mo'. Put yo muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel this, muthafucka! Da gin n juice up in her lungs n' tha lack of oxygen shut her down, n' her lifeless body was pushed down tha stream. In a accidentally she'd capped both her ludd n' her muthafuckin ass fo' realz. And when her ass would wander tha Ghetto tormented, it would haunt her muthafuckin ass.
Finally her ass couldn't take any mo'. Put yo muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel this, muthafucka! Da gin n juice up in her lungs n' tha lack of oxygen shut her down, n' her lifeless body was pushed down tha stream. In a accidentally she'd capped both her ludd n' her muthafuckin ass fo' realz. And when her ass would wander tha Ghetto tormented, it would haunt her muthafuckin ass.
from Lost but not Forgotten
Biatch only descended from hidden places up in StarClan ta tha Standin Stones below ta give a warnin ta tha straight-up original gangsta medicine pussaaaaay she'd peeped there up in ages.
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There had ta be some way, some muthafucka tha Clans could turn ta fo' lyrics. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some pussaaaaay wit knowledge of legendz dat had long since been forgotten. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Someone whoz ass could remember.
Da former WestsideClan medicine pussaaaaay had run up of time, as tha shadowy spiritz approached her rapidly. "Remember --!" her ass yowled ta Snowfall, lettin it resonate across tha dreamscape. That was all dat could escape her grill before they overtook her n' her broken spirit faded away wit they claws n' teeth on her throat.
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There had ta be some way, some muthafucka tha Clans could turn ta fo' lyrics. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Some pussaaaaay wit knowledge of legendz dat had long since been forgotten. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Someone whoz ass could remember.
Da former WestsideClan medicine pussaaaaay had run up of time, as tha shadowy spiritz approached her rapidly. "Remember --!" her ass yowled ta Snowfall, lettin it resonate across tha dreamscape. That was all dat could escape her grill before they overtook her n' her broken spirit faded away wit they claws n' teeth on her throat.
