[ SECRET POST #3156 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3156 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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03.
[Spider Riders]


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04.
[Shameless]


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05.
[The Mighty Boosh]


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06.
[Glitch]


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07.
[Fire Emblem: Awakening]


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08.
[Kaikisen]


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09.
[Kingdom Hearts 2]


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10.
[Yu-Gi-Oh]














Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 02 pages, 029 secrets from Secret Submission Post #451.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.

Comments

[raspberryrain]

Just then, the night supervisor came back inside from a smoke break.

Instinct took over. She grabbed a mop and tried to wave the erstwhile Lurker at the Threshold over the threshold of the Taco Bell.

[(Anonymous)]

The Elder God looked at the mop with hypnotic fascination, and started dancing in the rhythm of the supervisor's frantic movement, initiating a millennia-old mating ritual with the mop.

[(Anonymous)]

The brutally Euclidian geometries of the mop puzzled the senseless perceptions of the One-in-All.

Its manifestation on the Terrestrial Plane was being frustrated, almost governed, by the rhythms of the mop. But this could not be sustained for long. Sooner or later the supervisor would tire. Fortunately, she managed to dance the All-in-One toward the door.

Unfortunately, its glowing spheres were getting closer and closer to her goosefleshed limbs.

Then, suddenly, the outer door opened, and Alan Moore walked in.

[(Anonymous)]

His long hair obscured his face.

He drew a guitar like it was a weapon.

From his mouth came in unintelligible, rhytmless sound reminiscent of a feline dying.

[(Anonymous)]

Still vaguely flailing with the mop, the supervisor did the reasonable thing in assuming Alan Moore was the local homeless guy and did the only thing she could think of, handed him a burrito.

[(Anonymous)]

The sight of the burrito broke the Elder One's trance, and he dove after the tasty snack.

[(Anonymous)]

And snatched it away from Alan Moore to present to its newfound love, Miss Mop.

[(Anonymous)]

But before Yog-Sothoth could hand the delicious faux-Mexican food item to the mop, Alan Moore raised a hand adorned with glowing magical rings made from the souls of his fallen foes and pimp-slapped the Elder God right across the face.

[(Anonymous)]

One! 2i! 7+√-3! The eldritch rings went clinker-clack and simultaneously, perpendicularly, slipper-slap!

[(Anonymous)]

And then the Pizza Hut/Taco Bell exploded.

The End.

[(Anonymous)]

...or is it?

[(Anonymous)]

EP 1

To be continued...

[Queue ending credits]