OkaPoka - Firebringer PT

[OkaPoka]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split.

[Firebringer]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him.

[OkaPoka]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him. Panicked, he held held onto the nearby crevices of the old mountain, waiting for peace and quiet to return.

[Firebringer]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him. Panicked, he held held onto the nearby crevices of the old mountain, waiting for peace and quiet to return. No peace would come as the paw he held onto soon resulted in the panda he held onto coming loose and fallout from the crevice it was in.

[OkaPoka]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him. Panicked, he held held onto the nearby crevices of the old mountain, waiting for peace and quiet to return. No peace would come as the paw he held onto soon resulted in the panda he held onto coming loose and fallout from the crevice it was in. In horror, the Hindu watched the work of Krishna, enemy of Vishnu and the Destroyer of worlds, be realized - the ground and the walls all shook loose as the snow pandas awoke from their thousand year slumber.

[Firebringer]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him. Panicked, he held held onto the nearby crevices of the old mountain, waiting for peace and quiet to return. No peace would come as the paw he held onto soon resulted in the panda he held onto coming loose and fallout from the crevice it was in. In horror, the Hindu watched the work of Krishna, enemy of Vishnu and the Destroyer of worlds, be realized - the ground and the walls all shook loose as the snow pandas awoke from their thousand year slumber.

The hindu looked into the eyes of pandas as they glowed with a emerald green and started to move, they appeared to all be moving in one direction as the earth now began to feel like a wave.

[OkaPoka]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him. Panicked, he held held onto the nearby crevices of the old mountain, waiting for peace and quiet to return. No peace would come as the paw he held onto soon resulted in the panda he held onto coming loose and fallout from the crevice it was in. In horror, the Hindu watched the work of Krishna, enemy of Vishnu and the Destroyer of worlds, be realized - the ground and the walls all shook loose as the snow pandas awoke from their thousand year slumber.

The hindu looked into the eyes of pandas as they glowed with a emerald green and started to move, they appeared to all be moving in one direction as the earth now began to feel like a wave. In the distance and direction of the herd of snow pandas emerged a monstrous snow panda, its figure was at least ten times larger than any of its kind.

[Firebringer]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him. Panicked, he held held onto the nearby crevices of the old mountain, waiting for peace and quiet to return. No peace would come as the paw he held onto soon resulted in the panda he held onto coming loose and fallout from the crevice it was in. In horror, the Hindu watched the work of Krishna, enemy of Vishnu and the Destroyer of worlds, be realized - the ground and the walls all shook loose as the snow pandas awoke from their thousand year slumber.

The hindu looked into the eyes of pandas as they glowed with a emerald green and started to move, they appeared to all be moving in one direction as the earth now began to feel like a wave. In the distance and direction of the herd of snow pandas emerged a monstrous snow panda, its figure was at least ten times larger than any of its kind. Not knowing what to do, the hindu prayed to Vishnu to help save him from what he assumed would be his inevitable death.

[OkaPoka]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him. Panicked, he held held onto the nearby crevices of the old mountain, waiting for peace and quiet to return. No peace would come as the paw he held onto soon resulted in the panda he held onto coming loose and fallout from the crevice it was in. In horror, the Hindu watched the work of Krishna, enemy of Vishnu and the Destroyer of worlds, be realized - the ground and the walls all shook loose as the snow pandas awoke from their thousand year slumber.

The hindu looked into the eyes of pandas as they glowed with a emerald green and started to move, they appeared to all be moving in one direction as the earth now began to feel like a wave. In the distance and direction of the herd of snow pandas emerged a monstrous snow panda, its figure was at least ten times larger than any of its kind. Not knowing what to do, the hindu prayed to Vishnu to help save him from what he assumed would be his inevitable death.

Suddenly, from the skies, emerged Uncle Dave on a magic carpet.

[Firebringer]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him. Panicked, he held held onto the nearby crevices of the old mountain, waiting for peace and quiet to return. No peace would come as the paw he held onto soon resulted in the panda he held onto coming loose and fallout from the crevice it was in. In horror, the Hindu watched the work of Krishna, enemy of Vishnu and the Destroyer of worlds, be realized - the ground and the walls all shook loose as the snow pandas awoke from their thousand year slumber.

The hindu looked into the eyes of pandas as they glowed with a emerald green and started to move, they appeared to all be moving in one direction as the earth now began to feel like a wave. In the distance and direction of the herd of snow pandas emerged a monstrous snow panda, its figure was at least ten times larger than any of its kind. Not knowing what to do, the hindu prayed to Vishnu to help save him from what he assumed would be his inevitable death.

Suddenly, from the skies, emerged Uncle Dave on a magic carpet. Swooping in at lightning speeds Dave went straight past the hindu and headed straight for the gigantic panda.

[OkaPoka]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him. Panicked, he held held onto the nearby crevices of the old mountain, waiting for peace and quiet to return. No peace would come as the paw he held onto soon resulted in the panda he held onto coming loose and fallout from the crevice it was in. In horror, the Hindu watched the work of Krishna, enemy of Vishnu and the Destroyer of worlds, be realized - the ground and the walls all shook loose as the snow pandas awoke from their thousand year slumber.

The hindu looked into the eyes of pandas as they glowed with a emerald green and started to move, they appeared to all be moving in one direction as the earth now began to feel like a wave. In the distance and direction of the herd of snow pandas emerged a monstrous snow panda, its figure was at least ten times larger than any of its kind. Not knowing what to do, the hindu prayed to Vishnu to help save him from what he assumed would be his inevitable death.

Suddenly, from the skies, emerged Uncle Dave on a magic carpet. Swooping in at lightning speeds Dave went straight past the hindu and headed straight for the gigantic panda. Dave unsheathed a ruby dagger from his waistline, and leapt from his carpet onto the back of the colossal panda.

[Firebringer]

Okay my one and only content post in here:

I FUCKING TOLD YOU

[OkaPoka]

its a terrible day for rain

[Firebringer]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him. Panicked, he held held onto the nearby crevices of the old mountain, waiting for peace and quiet to return. No peace would come as the paw he held onto soon resulted in the panda he held onto coming loose and fallout from the crevice it was in. In horror, the Hindu watched the work of Krishna, enemy of Vishnu and the Destroyer of worlds, be realized - the ground and the walls all shook loose as the snow pandas awoke from their thousand year slumber.

The hindu looked into the eyes of pandas as they glowed with a emerald green and started to move, they appeared to all be moving in one direction as the earth now began to feel like a wave. In the distance and direction of the herd of snow pandas emerged a monstrous snow panda, its figure was at least ten times larger than any of its kind. Not knowing what to do, the hindu prayed to Vishnu to help save him from what he assumed would be his inevitable death.

Suddenly, from the skies, emerged Uncle Dave on a magic carpet. Swooping in at lightning speeds Dave went straight past the hindu and headed straight for the gigantic panda. Dave unsheathed a ruby dagger from his waistline, and leapt from his carpet onto the back of the colossal panda. Grabbing the panda by the hair the panda quickly went numb as it stuck the dagger in the nape of it.

[OkaPoka]

Once there was a hindu who trekked accross mountains of snow pandas. In search of something he had lost long ago. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it was, but he still remembered the warm feeling of having it. The memories brought him warmth at night sleeping on the cold backs of snow pandas. He had dreamed a dream of a time long ago, where he had so much, but he had given his eternal soul to Vishnu, the preserver. This night was no night for such dreams, for he could not rest until he found what was lost and to do so he must go past the snow pandas, through the chicken cave, over the cat trenches and finally past his uncle daves house in order to reach his destination.

It was still completely dark out, with stars twinkling in the night sky, yet the Hindu continued his perilous journey without rest. As he continued the arduous task of climbing the mountain he could hear a familiar sound. A rumbling of the Earth broke the peace, and beneath his feet the grounds had split. The earth was moving at a fast pace as he could see pandas falling seemingly through a invisible empty void beneath him. Panicked, he held held onto the nearby crevices of the old mountain, waiting for peace and quiet to return. No peace would come as the paw he held onto soon resulted in the panda he held onto coming loose and fallout from the crevice it was in. In horror, the Hindu watched the work of Krishna, enemy of Vishnu and the Destroyer of worlds, be realized - the ground and the walls all shook loose as the snow pandas awoke from their thousand year slumber.

The hindu looked into the eyes of pandas as they glowed with a emerald green and started to move, they appeared to all be moving in one direction as the earth now began to feel like a wave. In the distance and direction of the herd of snow pandas emerged a monstrous snow panda, its figure was at least ten times larger than any of its kind. Not knowing what to do, the hindu prayed to Vishnu to help save him from what he assumed would be his inevitable death.

Suddenly, from the skies, emerged Uncle Dave on a magic carpet. Swooping in at lightning speeds Dave went straight past the hindu and headed straight for the gigantic panda. Dave unsheathed a ruby dagger from his waistline, and leapt from his carpet onto the back of the colossal panda. Grabbing the panda by the hair the panda quickly went numb as it stuck the dagger in the nape of it. From the wounds of the great panda, emerged an endless swarm of locusts, encompassing Dave.

[Firebringer]

how was your thanksgiving oka?

[OkaPoka]

very good thank you fire