Duck, Duck, Goose, Dare (split @ 10)

[Medusa]

Yes, I don't doubt.

*ralph wiggum* Duck Duck Duck...

[Twisted Sanity]

duck,

*getting goose ready*

[-Ducky-]

gooses

at the beginning and end of your next 10 posts you must put one or both of the following:

-Ducky- is the supreme ruler of ducks!

or

All hail -Ducky-

they must be as is, must be size 18, bold, orange. if you have any questions, feel free to PM me.

yup, you too, trying to help your dare count

[Twisted Sanity]

All hail -Ducky-
Okay, fine, looks like I'll just wait a little... duck
All hail -Ducky-

[Medusa]

D-d-d-d-uck

[Twisted Sanity]

All hail -Ducky-
goose... bringing you down with me... You gotta use the same set as me for the next 24 hours
All hail -Ducky-
2/10

[Medusa]

*squeals* Cute kittens!

*cluck* *cluck* Duck Duck!

[Twisted Sanity]

All hail -Ducky-

Dang, didn't work out. I should have given you one of my old sets. Oh well, next time

Duck

All hail -Ducky-

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[Medusa]

Ah its alright, if it makes you feel any better, this really isn't a set I would choose to use on my own

DUCK!

[Twisted Sanity]

All hail -ducky-

Meh, those squeels make this not much of a consolation

Duck

All hail -ducky-

[Medusa]

Ah, very true, would a grimace make you feel better? *grimaces*

DUCKS taste good

[Twisted Sanity]

All hail -ducky-

Much better

Duck *waits for someone new to post *

All hail -ducky-

[Medusa]

Indeed, where has everyone else gone? *sends a flock of rabid DUCKS after them*

[Twisted Sanity]

All hail -ducky-

*Ducks as the ducks fly overhead, for fear of getting splatted*

All hail -ducky-

[-Ducky-]

ESOOG

you must post this poem, two lines at a time, in your next posts

The river sleeps beneath the sky

The river sleeps beneath the sky,
And holds the shadows to its breast;
The crescent moon shines dim on high;
And lately in the radiant west
The gold is fading into gray.
Now stills the lark his festive lay,
And mourns with me the dying day.

While in the south the first faint star
Lifts to the night its silver face,
And twinkles to the moon afar
Across the heaven's graying space,
Low murmurs reach me from the town,
As Day puts on her somber crown,
And shakes her mantle darkly down