Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-24972932-20141024155207/@comment-25250213-20141025023206

Maximight wrote: I suceed all, for what you are about to hear may leave a scar on your soul.

It was a long time ago when the map Campfire Chaos, was one of the only maps. What seemed like a regular run would actually change the entire game setting. We all spawned into the map and casually walked over to the little bridge. When suddenly, a tank with 7 heads sprang out of the bush. Each head was the head of none other than, shrek. Everyone had a seizure as the shrek tank pulled out a multi-color onion. He proceeded to peel the onion and tossed each peel at the survivors, crushing them and turning them into grumpy old trolls. I was the only smart one who stood back, watching everyone be slaughtered. But at last, once everyone was dead, he saw me. I walked backwards only to almost fall upon a bon fire created by the onion hooligans. The shrek tank chased me across the bridge, breaking the little bridge as he crossed over it, killing all the grumpy old trolls that were hiding under it. I ran to the shack where the radio layed. I dialed it up, but alas, shreks grandmother picked up the phone. She was muttering something about explosive cookies inside the rescue plane. So I set the radio on fire, burning the grandmother with all her captive waffles aswell. After doing so, I saw the shrek tank outside, doing which appeared to be humping the rescue plane. I pulled out a moldy, raisin cookie and tossed it at him. He began to shrivel up because of the love in the cookie. I sprinted for the plane and got in just in time. But then died from the explosive kookies.

And that's the reason why we commemorate love sunflowers c:

shreks grandma is pr because cookies.