[NbanflguyParticipant]

Link to the original story: http://nbadraft.net/forum/popcorn-story-cuatro

Act 1

The story opens at the house that the late Aran Smith once owned. A shadowy figure enters the house. The figure looks around the room, his gaze stopping on the still body of McDunkin. He checks the body’s pulse and beckons more figures into the room. They lift the body up and exit the house.

1 year later

Y2G was sitting on his couch watching tv and gulping down Mountain Dew. "God I love dew" he thought to himself before turning his attention back to the tv.

"Mom I am pregnant. I had unprotected sex" "Yeah she had sex with me" "Her friends had sex to" "sex sex sex sex sex"

Suddenly the front door swung open and Nbanflguy entered the room in a hurry. "Dude I have been doing some research and I think I found a way—- what is this? Are you watching Secret Life of the American Teenager again?!?"

"No I dont know what you’re talking about" Y2G replied blushing. He turned the tv off

Nbanflguy sat there in stunned silence. Regaining his composure he spoke. "Like I was saying, I think I found a way to bring MikeyV back from the dead"

He took a deep breath. "There is a legend of 7 magical spheres scattered accross the globe. Anyone who brings all 7 together will be granted 1 wish. We need to find these spheres and bring MikeyV back from the dead."

Y2G sighed.. "That is retarded. You are an idiot. Do you actually believe in that sh*t? Now I on the other hand have heard of a legend that dates back to the dawn of time. It is said that there are 7 magical spheres scattered accross the globe. Anyone who brings all 7 together will be granted 1 wish. We could get a stable of superstars together and go find these spheres."

"Thats what I just said!" Nbanflguy argued

"It sounded better when I said it" Y2G said with a shrug

"Whatever, I think we could really do this." Nbanflguy said excidedly

"I can do anything." Y2G snapped back.

"So it’s settled. We will assemble a team of remarkable posters and we will bring MikeyV back" nbanflguy replied. "But first we eat and get ready"

The two friends walk outside to nbanflguy’s car.

"I call driver!" Y2G shouted.

"Rules are rules." Nbanflguy said as he tossed Y2G the keys to his suburban.

They get on the road and arrive at McDonalds a few minutes later

They each got their usual meals. Nbanflguy got 2 cheeseburgers and large fries. Y2G got 3 PLAIN double cheesburgers, a PLAIN chicken wrap, and a PLAIN vanilla shake.

They ate all their food, nbanflguy in 30 minutes and Y2G in 30 seconds, while they discussed who would be good members for their super team.

"Well we for sure should ask Joe Wolf. He saved our a$$es that one time." Said Nbanflguy

"Whatever. I had No Money beat. 1 second later and I would have had him down for a 3 count."  Y2G counterd

"We should maybe look to get some funny guys for the road. Going to need to be entertained on our long journey." Y2G said

"Great Idea" Nbanflguy replied. "Who are you thinking of?"

"Well J-nixon, WizKid, and I May be Wrong come to mind."

Nbanflguy said with a smirk. "What about proud grandpa?"

"Yes for sure." Y2G said

seconds past before they both burst out laughing.

"Could not say that with a straight face." Nbanflguy said inbetween laughter.

Day turned into night. They decided to get to bed early as they had a long day of scouting tomorrow.

As usual, Nbanflguy was showering after a long day. He was just getting out of the shower well all of a sudden Y2G burst into the bathroom. "Woah where is the fire?!?!" he yelled before exiting the room. Nbanflguy sat there baffled. "Good thing I had a towel on" he thought to himself.

They each got on their pj’s before bed. Nbanflguy was in a red spiderman shirt, while Y2G was just in boxers with a replica wwe belt around his belt.

They each got in their own beds as they thought about the big day tomorrow. They had a team to assemble

Little did they know that a evil force was brewing and getting stronger by the day. It would not stop until it has completed its mission….. revenge.

That concludes part 1. Check in later today for more updates on the new spinoff series: The Nbanflguy & Y2G Chronicles.

Next time on The Nbanflguy & Y2G Chronicles:

• The team is assembled
• More information will be revealed about the mysterious evil lurking

 

 

[McDunkin]

[RUDEBOY_Participant]

”The Late Aran Smith”? No Sane person thats still alive, want to hear about their early departure!!!

[Winning_TimeParticipant]

 

[butidonthavemoney]

[Tongue-Out-Like-23Participant]

CTRL+F

"Tongue-Out"

No results found.

Close thread.

[HaleParticipant]

There is plenty of time for you to be added to our crew. Don’t give up hope just yet.

[aamir543Participant]

This is getting a bit out of hand, somthing along the lines of this may be a bit more entertaining.

It was right around noon, the sweltering sun schorching his back, with the smell of honey filling the air. Proud Grandpa sat there staring in to the screen filled with fingerprints and peanut butter stains. The young Pacers fan was excitedly running through Pacers-Heat stats, when suddenly a dark and ominous cloud appeared over head and the birds stopped chirping, and the threes began to bristle back and forth, sort of like Dwight’s decision making. Proud Grandpa abruptly stood up, hairs on end, the first lightning strike sent shivers down his spine. "Help!" yelled the poor boy helplessley. "Help!" It was too late, a hovercraft appeared from the air, and a ginantic crain yanked him by the collor of his "Beat the Heat" T-Shirt. He was nervous and scared, and fainted as the machine yanked him in……….

Sedated by some of Chris Anderson’s "special stash" he remained unconsious for several hours, but finally awoke.

When he first sat up, he saw an empty gray room, and he was hooked up to machines, with needles penetrating his pours. The room was filthy and the metal walls were rusty. He was laying on a blood stained pillow and his ankles were cuffed to the bed.

"Help!" he screams, "Is anybody there!?"

Just then a dark creepy shadow mergedin the doorway, 7 feet tall……in both Height and width.

"Wh-wh-Who’s there?" Said a terrified Gramps. "I’ll do anything, rub your feet, clip your toe nails, make you pizza rolls, but please don’t hurt me!"

"Pizza Rolls, you say?" Asked a seductive however familiar voice.

The figure creeped in to the door way and revealed himself. It was a plump and stubby looking boy sucking on a lollypop. His Afro neatly done, Jean shorts sagging to the floor.

It was Leroy Jenkins.

(Can someone continue, preferebly No Money but anyone else is welcomed as well.)

[HaleParticipant]

I’m proud of you aamir. 

[I May Be WrongParticipant]

 I am honored to be in this epic tale of heroics…. but I only hope that I am not the "Hawkeye" of the group and actually use my swagger to make an impact…. I’m just sayin’

 

 

[ProudGrandpaParticipant]

You end MY popcorn thread incredibly prematurely, start your own, and then you just give up on it?

If this were Aamir, I would be legitimately angry…but its not

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