Mundo anser kuestuns now!

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Ask Mundo

Junior Member

06-08-2014

The muscular, robust science-experiment-of-a-man gripped the rusted brass doorknob with hesitation. With his purple-tinged fingers, he pulled open the door, the hinges groaned, finally breaking after heaving up the wooden door for years. As the door fell into his two-storied wreckage of a house, he looked at his surroundings. His abode that he lived in during his prepubescent years was teeming with an assortment of decaying plants, moss, and a colony of rats and crows. He suppressed a sigh, his sardonic and masochistic eye brimming with disappointment. He lumbered into the first weather-beaten stool he could find, and took out a parchment soaked with rain and saliva. Then, he grabbed out a dull pencil he hadn't broken, and wrote with his big, blocky handwriting.

"DEER RIOT GAMZ, WHY MUNDO SHADOWDANZERS SEEZIN FORE? MUNDO DOES NOT SHADOWDANCE, NOR DO GOLD III. RANK SHUD BE MUNDO ROMERZ, BECUZ MUNDO GO WHER HE PLEEZES. -LUV, DR. (ED)MUNDO MUNDO, PHD."

[I]As he wrote, his long purple tongue unfurled, drool dripping onto the already-drenched parchment paper. The ambiance of his domicile was complemented by an utter silence, except for the occasional protruding slurping of Mundo, trying to control the swinging of his tongue. As his big bulky body adjusted, the wooden boards groaned loudly under his weight. As Mundo kept growling and clearing his throat, the rats within his range began to scurry back into any opening they could find. He dropped his pencil that snapped in half. When he finished, he rolled his tongue back behind his jaw, and shambled to his mailbox, greeted with decaying yellow patches of grass. He clenched his angry hand into a fist, and punched the letter into the mailbox, denting it slightly. He glared out into the open streets of Zaun. It was filthy and not fit for human life, but Eddie still managed to come back to his home turf. He sniffed the air, taking in the pollution and the reek of the sewers. He He clenched the air passively, and lumbered back into his house.

He gripped his clever, and froze. He launched his clever at a chubby rat, the blade connecting its tail to the floorboards. He clapped, picking up the rat with his beefy fingers. "Mundo Junior, you are going to help me with celebral division by fissions!" he clapped again, running up the stairs.


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AskBloodHunter

Senior Member

06-08-2014

((We already have a Mundo my friend.))


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DarkLordVladimir

Senior Member

06-08-2014

((Please read the stickies things will make more since.))