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Auction Rusty's Custom Arms and Armament Auction: FK-22P

Rusty

Purveyor of Fine Weaponry
Force users are hard to kill. Their glowsticks are annoyingly good at blocking blaster bolts, and individual bullets are rarely a threat. There are a number of schools of thought as to the best way of eliminating them, but most of them boil down to either overwhelming brute force, or hire another FU to do your dirty work.

The FK-22P submachine gun is an attempt to find an alternate solution.

Rather than using massive explosive rounds or hiring outside contractors, it uses little bullets hurled in tremendous numbers to overwhelm the Force User's defenses. Individually, each bullet is weak, but that's okay, because you've got a boatload of its buddies right behind it. This sucker can throw out a ridiculous amount of lead in a very short span of time, and because the bullets have next to no recoil, you can control where they go with pinpoint precision, albeit over short distances. Or you can just hose the sucker down and hope for the best.

This week, we're auctioning off 3 FK-22Ps. As usual, we won't be accepting money or goods for bids. This week, the bids are limericks. For anyone who isn't familiar, limericks are short poems made up of five lines, three long and two short. An example (author unknown):

There once was a woman named Bright
Whose speed was much faster than light
She set out one day
In a relative way
And returned on the previous night

All the best limericks are somewhat bawdy, but remember to keep it PG-13. Nothing graphically sexual (which rules out most of the ones about a man from Nantucket) or violent. Maximum of five bids per person. The best three (not necessarily the funniest, though most good limericks are humorous) bids will win. The auction will end on Wednesday (March 3) at 1400 EST.

Good luck.
 

Jorga the Hutt

When life gives you Mandos, make Mando'ade
To compensate like a Dark Lord
Acquire a long rigid sword
Become a big shot
Create a dreadnought
As phallic as you can afford
 

Jorga the Hutt

When life gives you Mandos, make Mando'ade
The Iron Imperial fleet
Weren't really a salvager’s treat
Cheap, flimsy and vain
But it sure was a pain
To watch their last petty retreat
 

Jorga the Hutt

When life gives you Mandos, make Mando'ade
True power will uglify Sith
Though pretty ones call it a myth
If you see a shiny
Or taut rounded hiney
Assume it's a weak Sith forthwith
 
I am a son of the Mountain.
lemme tell you all about my main bot, named [member="Rusty"]

He had alllll the female bots, who were both thin and busty.

He had a date with one bot

and it ended in glee

because the next morning she had to use a plan usb.
 
There once was a fellow named Solo,

He was suave and charmng, and shot Greedo low,

He then met a princess,

And true love led to consensus,

But it turned out Ben Solo just liked too much being Kylo.
 
There once was a girl named Nabarrie,

Who was attracted to bad boys like frats to a party,

One chopped off hand later,

Their marriage a crater,

And now her heartbreak is too strong and hardy.
 
Twas I was I will be now

But i never did remember how

My heart was broken like a guitar string

faster than autumn leaves by the wind

So to remember how, I now Sing.

-G.V.G
 
To the Millenium Falcon we shall all skip,

At a twelve parsec run, you bet its a fast ship.

Knocked Vader off his game,

Kylo Ren thinks it lame,

But it survived three superweapons, so don't give it lip.
 

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