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Cookies n Cream
Brawl > Melee > 64 (haven't played the 4th one yet)
My Name Is - Eminem
11 minutes ago, 4EverGreen said:
Is it any good?
The mechanics take some getting used to, but I find it enjoyable
3 minutes ago, Trash Boat said:
Should be renamed to the Will Grier Heisman campaign shrine
me and Trophythose SBCers who want to discuss the college football season, this is your thread!
Kirby: Canvas Curse (DS)
Episode 1: Fred Returns
As the taxi cab drove down the empty kelp road, Fred the fish couldn’t help but fidget around in his seat. The driver up front took notice from his mirror.
“Hey buddy, you good?”
“Yeah, just kinda antsy.” Fred said. “A lot has changed for me since the last time I was here.”
The cab driver nodded. “I understand the feelin’ man. Say I know you said you to take you to Bikini Bottom, but any particular place?”
“To be truthful, I don’t… I’m on my own for the time being.” Fred said solemnly. “If you need a place, just take me to the old Krusty Krab. May as well get something to eat before the hard stuff comes along.”
The cab driver had a look on his face that resembled anxiety and anguish simultaneously. “Wait, do you not know? About four years ago?”
“What happened?” Fred asked. “It must’ve happened after I left for New Kelp City."
The cab driver had his mouth open as if he was about to speak, but then thought twice of it. “You know what, it was hard enough for me to believe it and I was here when it happened. I’ll take ya there and you see for yerself.”
After this, the driver goes silent and gives off a glum feeling, while Fred is enticed in his own thoughts about how he’ll manage his life back home in Bikini Bottom. After about twenty minutes or so, the driver pulls the cab over and Fred steps out.
“Good luck with everything man.” He says, beginning to sob as he drives off.
As Fred looks around the area, he sees a moldy, decrepit looking building. There's a bright orange sign that reads ABANDONED on it in big bold letters. In the back alley where the trash was, there were packs of sea rats eating away at the mold and other items. In the trash can there's a giant signboard with missing pieces. The sign reads "K__us__ K_ab"
“Good King Neptune…. What the hell happened to this place?” Fred asked as he fell to his knees. “WHAT HAPPENED?”
As he finished screaming, a screeching sound thrashed his ears. It was the kind of sound that reminded Fred of those time the doctors had to insert a splint in his leg.
“Who’s there?” He shouted at no one in particular. “I guess it was ju-“
Suddenly a hooded figure dashed right past Fred and out into the nearby wilderness. Fred fell back on to his butt, once again shocked by what was happening. As he took note of the area around him, he noticed a man across the street working on a sign in front of a building.
“SIR I NEED HELP!” Fred cried out. “THERE WAS SOMEONE IN THAT BUILDING OVER THERE AFTER ME!”
“Hello welcome to the Gum Bucket, home of the Gum Burger! May I take yo- Oh wait Mr. Plankton said I don’t work at the register anymore.” The pink man said. “In fact, he said not to speak to ANYONE at all!”
Fred stood looking confusedly at the pink man. “Excuse me, but who even are you?”
“Oh me? I’m Patrick Star and currently I'm working on a new slogan for the Gum Bucket.” Patrick said as he painted on a piece of dark blue cardboard. “Right now, I got "Gum is Dum"! No wait, Mr. Plankton said not use that one.” Patrick threw the paint brush and punched the cardboard. “Dammit! This is so hard to do!”
“… Mr. Plankton?” Fred asked perplexedly. “Like the Plankton who used to own the Chum Bucket?”
“Yeah the same!” Patrick exclaimed. “Incredible how he turned it all around isn’t it?”
“But what happened to the Krusty Krab then?” Fred asked. “It was always miles ahead of the Chum Bucket and thats if I was being kind about it.”
“W-Well… Maybe- “Patrick began before being interrupted.
“Maybe you can come in and see why I’m so ahead of the game!” A small voice said from below. And lo behold was Plankton, dressed up in a suit and tie. “Plankton, founder and owner of the Gum Bucket!”
Patrick jumped up in fright. “Mr. Plankton sir your majesty! I’ve been w-w-working for the last few hours, but I still haven’t really come up with much! I’m so sorry!”
“It’s all cool Pat. How about you just take the rest of the day off? Hell, just take forever off I’d say!” Plankton said coldly.
“D-Did you just fire me?” Patrick asked.
“Yessir I did. Now please take yourself out of the area while I attend to
Fred then decided to enter the Gum Bucket and was amazed at what he saw. Many people eating gum products. Gum Burgers, Gum Fries, Gum Rings, in a nice old times western-like atmosphere. And then, out of nowhere, Plankton appeared before him.
“Well pardner, how’s about you try a Gum Burger?” Plankton asked forcefully. “Miles better than the best Krabby Patty ever was!”
The crowd cheered in unison at this remark. Fred nervously scratched the back of his neck.
“No thanks. Plankton, how in the world did you turn it all around?” Fred asked.
“Well it was four years ago. During the melancholy that follows failed plans to obtain the secret formula, I ended up stepping into a huge wad of gum! As I laid stuck in this piece of gum, I realized the. And for the past four years, I've had virtually no competition!”
“It probably helped that the Krusty Krab got shut down just around that time now didn’t it?” Fred asked quizzically. “Since it was pretty just you two going at it.”
“My my, I’m surprised you know that much.” Plankton said, his tone much more aggravated then before. “But that’s part of business: the rise of a great new restaurant empire, such as myself, as others such as that old fart Krabs fall into pieces!”
Fred continued to have a skeptical look on his face, which continued to put Plankton in a worse mood. “Now I don’t take kindly to loiterers: get food or leave!”
“Alright, see you later then Plankton.” Fred said as he walked out the front door. "Don't worry, I got more then enough customers now!" Plankton shouted back.
As Fred left several questions circled his mind: The success of Plankton just as the Krusty Krab was closed: could it be just a great coincidence? Who was that mysterious person in the alleyway earlier? But most importantly, where was he going to live for the time being? Well thankfully, he had answer to that question as he began using a payphone in Bikini Bottom square.
“Hello operator, could you get me the contact information for a Mr. Patrick Star?”
TUNE IN SEPTEMBER 13TH AT 7 PM FOR THE NEXT EPISODE!
Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door
Cookies n Cream
Mint Chocolate Chip
Darkest Dungeon (Xbox One)
1 hour ago, Old Man Jenkins said:
I'm curious who the others are?
- Yuri from doki doki
- Chiaki from the second Danganronpa game
(whatever way she swings, I still want)
- Maya Fey
After that it gets murky, but that's the top 5 including Wendy
I Drink Alone - George Thorogood and The Destroyers
Long Cool Woman (In a Black Dress) - The Hollies
SNES was my childhood jam, but the PS2 is a pretty close second.
In honor of the ten year anniversary of spin-offs on TV.com and later here on SBC, I've decided to remaster/make my original spin-off series on here: My Leg!: The Adventures of Fred the Fish. This series followed Fred the Fish in a radically different Bikini Bottom from what we're used to. Watch as Fred looks to uncover the secrets of this new Bikini Bottom along with other zany adventures along the way.
(Original Series listed at the end if you wanna a primer/see how I've evolved in the last eight years)
This series won't be simply a reposting, but so much more! Featuring:
- Longer episodes
- More detailed, fleshed out scenes
- One completely rewritten episode
- New characters
- And so much more!
Episodes post every Thursday evenings (7 PM) beginning September 6th.Spoiler
Hey there, welcome to SBC!
Now That We’re Pirates!
It was cool, breezy night under the sea, where SpongeBob, Patrick and Squidward gathered around a campfire outside of SpongeBob's house.
“Ok, this story is about…” Patrick stammered nervously to the campfire group. “Blackbeard an-“
“No Patrick, this isn’t supposed to be a pirate story!” SpongeBob said annoyedly. “This is a wild west themed campfire.”
“Well, isn’t the sea in the west? I mean we’re in the weast I think, so that’s close.” Patrick asked.
SpongeBob sighed. “No, the wild west is filled with cowboys, and deserts and shootouts. Wanna give it one more try Pat?”
“Ummmm, sure!” Patrick said. “Just let me get into character!” Patrick then picked up a lump of sand and threw it onto his face before grunting very loudly. "Alright it's me Dirty D-"
"No Patrick, I'm Dirty Dan remember!?" SpongeBob exclaimed. "You're Pinhead Larry!"
"But your always Dirty Dan!" Patrick yelled back. "I wanna be Dirty Dan this time!"
SpongeBob and Patrick continued bickering back and forth about the identity of Dirty Dan, while Squidward sat on the sand freezing his buns off. After another few minutes of this, he got fed and stood in the middle of the two and began to yell.
"If you two don't cut this out, I'm gonna tell my own stupid story!" Squidward immediately realized his mistake when the two encircled around him with huge smiles.
"SQUIDWARD'S STORY TIME!" Both screamed excitedly. "Lets hear it Squidward!"
Squidward began sweating as he had never expected to have to actually tell a story that night, but realized he'd have to wing it.
"Alright alright." Squidward said in an irritated tone. "So, this story begins in uh... Horseshoeburg. Horseshoeburg was in the middle of nowhere, so no one could help them when a mean ol bandit started causing a fit. His name was Slippy Gene because not a cent of change got away from this bandit when he plundered a town."
SpongeBob and Patrick's gazes are not left Squidward since he began talking, entranced in his story.
"Several weeks had passed since Slippy Gene had taken over the town, but the ocean's tide was about to be a changin'. That's because a fearless squid who could do no wrong had just walked into town. A squid by the name of.... Squidlerd!"
"Hold on now!" Patrick suddenly interjected. "Why are you in the story?"
"Huh?" Squidward said in confusion. "No I'm not in the story."
"So this dashing young squid isn't supposed to be a metaphor for a younger, more vibrant you?" Patrick asked, sounding surprisingly sophisticated.
"No, but fine I'll make it something else!" Squidward said.
"I didn't say you cou-" Patrick began but was cut off.
"So King Neptune flew down from the sky and burnt him alive, the end!"
"Boo!" SpongeBob and Patrick cried in unison. "Boo!"
"Oh what, now!?"
"There was no story! No conflict, no resolution!" SpongeBob critqued.
"NO LOVE TRIANGLES!" Patrick shrieked.
"Fine, then Patrick should finish the story then." Squidward remarked snarkily. "It was supposed to be his turn after all."
Patrick took a deep breath in and out and then began.
"SO ONCE UPON A TIME, JACK THE STARFISH DESCENDED FROM DOWN THE YELLOW SPONGE ROAD AND ON HIS MYSTERIOUS SEAHORSE DOWN TO HORSESHOE BAY! HORSESHOE BAY WAS BEING THREATENED BY MYSTERIOUS GHOST PIRATES FROM THE FUTURE WHO TRYING TO OBTAIN THE NUCLEAR LAUNCH CODES! JACK TELEPORTED INTO TOWN AND FACED THESE MENACES HEAD ON WIELDING ONLY A HALF EATEN KELP BURGER AND A JAR OF PICKLES! JACK SMASHED THE JAR OVER ONE PIRATE, KNOCKING HIM OUT INSTANTLY, WHILE THE OTHER ONES BEGAN TO BURNING UP DUE TO THE PICKLE OILS FOR THESE GHOST HAD BEEN MURDERED BY PICKLE ZOMBIES IN THEIR TRUE TIMELINE! THEY RETREATED BUT NOT BEFORE DECLARING THEY WOULD RETURN FROM 200 YEARS LATER!
Patrick collapsed thereafter, his face purple from the immense strain he had put on himself from screaming his story.
"I'm out of here." Squidward as he stood up and walked into his house.
"Patrick... That.. was the best story I've ever heard!" SpongeBob said excitedly.
"You really think so?" Patrick asked.
"Absolutely!" SpongeBob said. "I expect a sequel at next year's campfire for sure!"
"Oh you can count on it!" Patrick said with a nervous laugh.
What a disgusting human. May his victims rest in peace
Round em up
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