Confessional Cing: Story Hoard

We made money. More than what is in my pocket at this time. Hurray. Challenge discussion time with Mr. Wright begins now.

Spies Like Us (Again, no special title. I'm not feeling very creative right now.) was, to my surprise, a success. As the double-investigator, I find myself at least 35% responsible for our success, with the rest going to that guy with the blue pawn, you know, Bill Bellamy or whatever

 his name is, and Brian and Elise for dicking up their guesses. If only they had killed meeee. It just goes to show that Brian and Elise have shit luck.

It was a Dark and Stormy Homosexual Pornography Studio was probably my least favorite challenge in this entire game. Yeah, it was worse than Vagina Sore Comics. Coming home to stories about me raiding panties/pantries was somewhat amusing, but scrolling through the second story left an awful taste in my mouth. Don't get me wrong, I'm up for as much sexual innuendo as the next guy, but there's a point when it just needs to stop. Especially when it involves the 100 Acre Wood. What a strange, distorted pornographic tale that was. Also, I wasn't ther for the beginning of that shitses, so I was screwed anyway. Whatever. Shit sucks.

Finarry, Story Time (AKA I make fun of things you do) was fairly successful. Now I'm going to make fun of things you did:

Shockingly enough, that was the most accurate picture. Drawn by Jinjo as according to my tits-awesome sentence, Humpty here appears to have an awful foot growth imbalance which I'm sure made his childhood undoubtedly littered with mockery and name-calling. In addition, he is an egg. I'm sure that went over well with the rest of the yolks (LOLOLOLOL).

Apparently, in some distant universe, this picture resembled the sentence "Magnificent calcium carbonate-encased albumen mammalia obtained egregiously oversized vertical downward velocity." You see it too, right? I enjoy how the man with the stocky thighs and large mammalian reproduction unit left a crossbow standing straight up beneath his legs, as to draw attention to his cattle prod. He also has quite the deal of underarm hair. The corn-rowed fellow on the right is short in comparison to him, and I'm not sure how he's going to deal with the dihydrogen monoxide molecule that is being passed to him without his consent.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking-- "All of the ass and all the big man men not put egg as it was." Same here. Honestly, when I saw this, I thought I was supposed to print it out, cut along the edges and fold it into a cube. When I looked at it for an extended period of time, I realized the abstract intracacies of it. I believe the squares in a sort of staircase arrangement portray the men struggling to reassemble poor Humpty. The diagonal red line clearly shows the ass's strife putting egg as it was.

Srsly tho guize, for the second sentence, how about "Fantasy eggshell character plummeted downwards rapidly?" Clearly overcomplicated. MOAL. And the quiz... well, I'm going to take it. I'm not nervous. And that ain't not no bull.