HaroLad
HaroChad
*picture a murky cave, devoid of any light whatsoever*
Several figures sit, clearly in discomfort on damp rocks. Then one of the figures lights up a lantern, and that figure is revealed to be HaroLad.
HaroLad: I hereby reconvene the Flogcutters
A roar erupts among the mysterious clan, and then, another figure emerges from the shadows.
BigJoeD_ : The meetings will be conducted by myself and the other new initiates now present. As iBeng is completely illiterate and just not that smart, he will keep minutes of the meetings. I'll now read the traditional opening message by former Flogcutter okeydoke7 .
HaroLad: Let's skip that part Joe, don't want to be sitting here until Christmas.
BigJoeD: Very well, let us begin to read from the Flogcutters Manual.
HaroLad: Okey wasn't even a Flogcutter you dickhead, you captained the Warriors to a straight sets finals exit and then now you do this. Can you please do something right for once?
BigJoeD begins to whimper, and backs into a corner.
iBeng : I think we should call attendance.
pantskyle : We're all here Beng.
HaroLad: Sorry, I can't tell if you're being sarcastic.
akkaps : I can confirm he was not being sarcastic.
It is at this time that HaroLad decides to bring out the frothies, and hands them around.
BigJoeD: Do you know what that stuff does to your liver? I steer clear of that stuff man, no I’ve never had sex but you know what, my sobriety keeps me satisfied!
For HaroLad, the realisation that not only this meeting, but his career is starting to spiral out of control and become a dismal failure, so he tries to rectify the situation.
HaroLad: We've gathered here to cut the league of flogs, and yet...
akkaps: And yet what?
HaroLad looks around the cave, looks at the people. It is then that he sees that, they, themselves, are the flogs. He pats his back pocket to see if he still had the pack of cyanide tablets he always carries with him.
He does.
He knew what had to be done.
HaroLad: Hey guys, want to try some pingers?
Everyone instantly accepts, except BigJoeD who is eventually bullied into taking a capsule.
There is an odd silence around the room, although everyone knew what would happen next.
Within a minute, everyone in the room had passed on. HaroLad, sat alone in the cave and really did begin wonder what a flog free Sweet FA would be like. He knew he was a flog, he had always known that, so he knew what needed to be done.
He pulled the capsule out, and slowly lifted it to his mouth.
The capsule is slapped out of his hand.
ClarkeM: No son of ours will die like this!
Haro looks up, to see ClarkeM and Juggs riding a horse, both were scantily dressed.
Juggs: We've been watching from a distance son. You've done a good thing, now get on up here and let's go home.
By this time it was nearing dawn, and HaroLad now sat atop a horse.
ClarkeM: Boyah!
The horse began to run, and the trio ride off into the sunrise.
Several figures sit, clearly in discomfort on damp rocks. Then one of the figures lights up a lantern, and that figure is revealed to be HaroLad.
HaroLad: I hereby reconvene the Flogcutters
A roar erupts among the mysterious clan, and then, another figure emerges from the shadows.
BigJoeD_ : The meetings will be conducted by myself and the other new initiates now present. As iBeng is completely illiterate and just not that smart, he will keep minutes of the meetings. I'll now read the traditional opening message by former Flogcutter okeydoke7 .
HaroLad: Let's skip that part Joe, don't want to be sitting here until Christmas.
BigJoeD: Very well, let us begin to read from the Flogcutters Manual.
HaroLad: Okey wasn't even a Flogcutter you dickhead, you captained the Warriors to a straight sets finals exit and then now you do this. Can you please do something right for once?
BigJoeD begins to whimper, and backs into a corner.
iBeng : I think we should call attendance.
pantskyle : We're all here Beng.
HaroLad: Sorry, I can't tell if you're being sarcastic.
akkaps : I can confirm he was not being sarcastic.
It is at this time that HaroLad decides to bring out the frothies, and hands them around.
BigJoeD: Do you know what that stuff does to your liver? I steer clear of that stuff man, no I’ve never had sex but you know what, my sobriety keeps me satisfied!
For HaroLad, the realisation that not only this meeting, but his career is starting to spiral out of control and become a dismal failure, so he tries to rectify the situation.
HaroLad: We've gathered here to cut the league of flogs, and yet...
akkaps: And yet what?
HaroLad looks around the cave, looks at the people. It is then that he sees that, they, themselves, are the flogs. He pats his back pocket to see if he still had the pack of cyanide tablets he always carries with him.
He does.
He knew what had to be done.
HaroLad: Hey guys, want to try some pingers?
Everyone instantly accepts, except BigJoeD who is eventually bullied into taking a capsule.
There is an odd silence around the room, although everyone knew what would happen next.
Within a minute, everyone in the room had passed on. HaroLad, sat alone in the cave and really did begin wonder what a flog free Sweet FA would be like. He knew he was a flog, he had always known that, so he knew what needed to be done.
He pulled the capsule out, and slowly lifted it to his mouth.
The capsule is slapped out of his hand.
ClarkeM: No son of ours will die like this!
Haro looks up, to see ClarkeM and Juggs riding a horse, both were scantily dressed.
Juggs: We've been watching from a distance son. You've done a good thing, now get on up here and let's go home.
By this time it was nearing dawn, and HaroLad now sat atop a horse.
ClarkeM: Boyah!
The horse began to run, and the trio ride off into the sunrise.
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