Ik vind dat jullie allemaal kanker moeten krijgen! Ik zal uitleggen waarom middels een verhaal.
It was 5 AM when the zombies started their assault. It was still dark as they stumbled upon my little defense barrier. My barrier was rigged with explosives and needlebombs so it would make short work out of any incomming zombie. But I didn't expect them to come in such a large scale. There were over 9000 zombies rushing toward me and my friend. We had no choice. We had to kill them. I mounted the .50 Caliber machinegun and my friend started throwing molotov ****tails. We killed like 800 of the bastards when the tanks arrived. 20 foot tall zombies with arms that looks like solid concrete. It was now starting to get light outside, the sun was peeking over the far away mountains. We had no bullets left, no molotov ****tails. We decided to run, run as far as our legs could carry us. Just as we thought we were safe, a smoker grabbed my friend. He was pulled into a group of atleast 30 zombies. A big chunk of concrete luanched by a tank killed him instantly. I was now alone, in a world full of zombies. No guns and no bullets. Nothing to defend me from these monsters. Then I heard a large growl, it was a zombie because this growl was way louder. I look behind me and there he stood. My savior, my hero, my friend. It was a big black man with huge muscles. Even bigger then a tank and fiercer then a grizzlybear. He said to me "heya Tom it's Bob from the office down the hall, good to see you buddy, how you been?" "My name is Poppa, Poppa G and I'm the greatest spammer in the world. In a world filled with zombies I can't troll people. So I have to kill all of the zombies and save mankind. He charged towards the zombie horde and I noticed my friend. My dear friend that was killed minutes ago! He was turned into a Boomer and was puking on some random people at the other side of the walkway. Suddenly I heard a big bang, it was Poppa G with a tank in his arms. He ripped of the tanks left arm and started beatig him up with his own arm. All of the commom zombie just died because of his presence. It was that same day that humanity was saved. All thanks to Poppa G, the greatest spammer in the entire galaxy.
It has been two years since the disaster that almost destroyed humanity. Our savior, only known as Poppa G, has been presumed dead. Only one muscle has been found between the rubble. Afraid of another zombie outbreak, scientists have put all their funds in a secret project. This secret project has only one goal: clone Poppa G! Several years after the zombie outbreak Tom was walking down the street, when suddenly he heard a groan coming from an alley. He walked to it to check it out. Suddenly, he finds an old bum. Disgusted by the smell, he decides to walk away. But suddenly he realizes that he knows that smell. The smell of zombie. He turns around, grabs his dual MP5 submachine guns and blasts the **** out of the zombie bum. But it was too late, Tom had been bitten. In 24 hours, he would become a zombie himself. He put his guns to his head and just when he wanted to pull the trigger he saw something It was big. It was black. It was Poppa G. The zombie invasion has returned! he yelled. They ate all my steroids and now theyre all tanks! He picked up Tom and put him on his shoulder. Its time to kick ass and chew bubblegum. He said But he was all out of gum. With Tom on his shoulder, Poppa G spammed his way through the zombie Tank hordes. Blood splashed in his mouth but he seemed unaffected. Of course, he was too awesome to become a zombie. But Tom wasnt. And he needed a cure. NOW! Only two hours later, all the Tanks in the world were dead. It was over. But what about Tom? Poppa G injected Tom with a mix of pure steroids and awesomeness. Tom was cured. But he began to transform. But while he was transforming, someone appeared Poppa G! But how could that be, he was standing next to Tom. So now there are two of them? This was unacceptable and the real Poppa G took out his penis and whipped the fake Poppa G. The fake G was unaffected and whipped the real G back with his own penis. All seemed lost, they were both strong and undefeatable. But then Tom! Poppa G yelled. Tom has been transformed into an uberdude. No! Tom said. My name is not Tom. Call me Brotha G. They both attacked the fake Poppa G and raped him in half. All was good now. Except for one thing There can only be one G. Surprise! Buttsex! Poppa G yelled while he raped Brotha G from behind. Brotha G exploded and now Poppa G was back! The forums would no longer be safe from the Lord of Spam. But... There are more threats to Poppa G in the world Will he be able to destroy them all?
