Voxhall
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:44 AM |
can i go over all the stories to make sure they're not copied??
#yolo2chainzswaghipster |
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Nickstar3
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york45
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:44 AM |
| ye 360 can be the copying monitor lol |
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Voxhall
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:46 AM |
inb4 I get 6th place there is no 6th place
qq loool |
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:46 AM |
checking now
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DrDaring
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:46 AM |
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Phoids
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:47 AM |
*looks up christmas story"
* looks at names*
*crtl f*
replaces with phoids and voxhall*
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Undue
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:47 AM |
I'm posting mine & Daily's story, but I don't want anything for it.
http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=83582567 |
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Conjur
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kirby568
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:49 AM |
@Voxhall Let 360Noscoped check the stories, a few have already been shown copied.
~K568 |
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Flamey50
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:49 AM |
i hope u pick
"an anmials christmas"
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kirby568
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:49 AM |
The story of the great Voxhall;
It was Christmas night, everyone in the Happy Home of Robloxia was sleeping. Voxhall was waiting for his presents to come down the chimney from Santa. He was hoping for some nice new Platinum headphones! Voxhall heard a noise, it was a terrible noise, the noise of maybe the Ugly Green Grinch? He got up because he was suspicious... he slowly walked down the stairs and what he saw shocked him. It was the Ugly...Green...Merely? Merely wanted to steal Voxhall's headphones for himself. Ever since Merely didn't get the Darkheart that Voxhall got, Merely wanted to to destroy Voxhall! Voxhall got down the stair and slashed merely with his Darkheart, absorbing Merelys high health of over 9000 power level. Voxhall, even after the tragedy of death, got a new power. He could live a lot longer. This Christmas was a great one for Voxhall. It will be one to remember and for Voxhall to tell his little Robloxians one day... He woke up and received what he wanted... His headphones. NOTE: This is not meant to be mean to merely.
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:50 AM |
http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=85150001
℧ αρρℓeεαrßυ∂s ℧ |
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:50 AM |
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Voxhall
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Nickstar3
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:51 AM |
I posted this on the other thread too, but to make sure you see it, this is mine.
Once upon a time there was a little boy named Voxhall who had just woken up from his nap. Smelling warm milk, the youth ran downstairs with a thought that this day was going to be the best of all his days. However, when he reached downstairs there was no warm milk and none of his parents were in the dining room lounging where they would normally be on a Saturday morning.
This frightened Voxhall, so he ran up and down the house with a feeling of dread creeping up his stomach yelling, "Mom? Dad!?" There was no answer and the boy began to weep. As he grew quiet, he noticed a sound coming from the basement of his house.
He got up and sprinted to the door of the basement, but once again, that feeling of dread crept over Voxhall. For he was terrified of the basement and its foul stench, dark eerie walls, and spouting furnace that spread warmth through his entire body. Putting all the dread aside, he pushed open the door and truded forward into the eerie light produced by furnace.
Even with the burning furnace Voxhall couldn't see anything but two feet in front of him. The youth got to the center of the basement and two feet in front of him was a peculiar framed object. It was nothing like Voxhall had ever seen before, but he knew this was where the strange noises were coming from. It seemed to look like a mirror with wooden frames, but the center of it did not reflect him and his movements but what looked like a workshop.
Voxhall reached out curiously to touch it and suddenly he felt a sucking feeling in his gut as if all of his insides were being pulled to one spot. Suddenly, he was pulled from his feet and momentarily blinded. When he had regained his vision, he was sitting and all he could see were short strange looking people in red and green uniforms. Their ears were much too tall with a non-human point at the end and in the center of the group was a large figure in a red and white suit. He had a jolly look with dimples the size of plums. It was Bloxy Santa!
Jumping over elf after elf Voxhall reached Bloxy Santa who greeted him with a smile.
Bloxy Santa exclaimed, “Ho ho ho ho! We’ve been expecting you Voxhall! And I bet you’re looking for your parents as well!”
Voxhall was too flabbergasted to speak when Bloxy Santa pointed to his mom and dad giving out toys to little ROBLOXians. He ran over and hugged them earnestly.
And Voxhall said what he had wanted to say since morning, “I love you guys.”
The end.
~ Supertyphlosion12345 :3
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DrDaring
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:52 AM |
| lol i donated my 18k to RamezAbla. |
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:53 AM |
Stupid user contest just to get people to spam you with attention.
Lame... Just plain out lame |
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| 24 Dec 2012 09:54 AM |
There once was a man named linkerconnected. He was a naughty boy for scamming darklord347639's void star and illumina in 2010. When Santa came to his house, Dixon broke in through the window and decapitated linkerconnected with only his hooves. When linkerconnected's head rolls onto the floor, Santa then picks it up and puts it in his toy bag. Then Santa came to darklord347639's house, and gave him linkerconnected's head. He was filled with joy and delight, while drinking the blood out of his skull.
Santa, laughing in the backround, then went off, to do the same to mrgreco.
The End.
~ツDarklord347639ツ~ |
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