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  • Replying to comment by: Haunted One*doing sans-dance*

    https://www.beepbox.co/#7n52sbk2l00e0_t3Mm0a7g0_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____Qg99habbCAYrDzh00T2v0u02q0d1f8y0z1C2w0b28p0y6g8xA28p2CewGlboRPUhBdznfx6kM0000001mRWlNA00000000008xA28p0y6g8xA28p2y2oEwCa89yy2o8xA28p2y28Ewya88iy240000000x248gx0000y6g8wx288gy248wx00000008gx248g0000000000000000000000000000000000000001248gx248gx248000000000000028p0y6g00028p0y248wx288gx248gx248gx248gx248gx240000000x248gx248gx248gx248gx248gx248gx248gx248gx248gx000000c8gy248wx288gy248wx288gy248wx248gx248gx288gx248gp28pkQv52q_GEzA92hPqqCkEPHyeWOTeFGpizeK8XHbsWCFBacWUzKIJPGqD9OacxdBYlp1uQX556lnARlQR5XAV556jnp1rbDkr5darnWjs7yL7shhA4tZdCvBdlRttRlkwSkpuiCXfNeDTbGr82DqsGHajsvOpulKKrARlSmTpltJP0lpZBL4Kwng45QxkQRgdiCWv2VygHAbrp2ZkSLZvgHokTy-PszeEiaCZ7WkTEV3AKgFH-a4Qv6hhhhAkke8Qp6hhhhAkke8kp6hhhhAkke8kp6hlhhAkkejhAp5556hhgU1hAp5556hhg000000aqfyxCLP7KkMzA6Kgr95HNKpE-GINbQR-ba4sxpshX5bbkpJF7rpryldjaQpRN7tprDkR00000002CX_2jsvEKhAw0000002CzWEjn-m4sx8ierjkOB6tshTmmVRdjakpRN7tprDkRcFhDn4tRBKtjk0000000FKJe5jhA9Kf900000000kQp1BQ6ngpt1BJ1BQ6ninQ5Z16DyZ55500000000

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  • Replying to comment by: DaltontisticInspired by Ralph's post i saw: Bob is a computer programme

    A long, long time ago in a weathered, weathered galaxy…

    After leaving the fake planet UrAnus, a group of aliens fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into a splendid, space hut.

    Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Sans Undertale, an idyllic gremlin capable of adultery and even mutilation.

    Terrified, a rural wizard known as I Want To Die flees the Empire, with her protector, Ur Mum.

    They head for Berlin on the planet MyAnus. When they finally arrive, a fight breaks out. Mum uses his weathered :Joy: :Gun: to defend I Want.

    Mum and Wizard I Want decide it\’s time to leave MyAnus and steal a scooter to shoot their way out.

    They encounter a tribe of DOBO AREE GATO, MR ROBOTO. Mum is attacked and the wizard is captured by the DOBO AREE GATO, MR ROBOTO and taken back to Berlin.

    Mum must fight to save Wizard I Want but when he accidentally unearths a handsom B emoji, the entire future of the weathered, fake galaxy is at stake.

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  • Replying to comment by: DaltontisticInspired by Ralph's post i saw: Bob is a computer programme

    Sans Deltarune is a God from Hell who goes on a quest to find a G A Y your heart, but first must overcome a werewolf version of Bhatt qwerty chunk g\’night coffin. Sans Deltarune teams up with a superhero called AAAAAAAAAA Bugged-Man, whose special power is extreme Dying On The Inside.

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  • Replying to comment by: DaltontisticInspired by Ralph's post i saw: Bob is a computer programme

    Sonya Ferguson looked at the sus banana in her hands and felt àaaaas effigy Gibb buggy.

    She walked over to the window and reflected on her great surroundings. She had always loved magical Hecc with its faffdorking, fluttering fiery pits of lava. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel àaaaas effigy Gibb buggy.

    Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Heather MacDonald. Heather was a hopeful juggler with feathery feet and curvy eyebrows.

    Sonya gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a funny, hopeless, blood drinker with hairy feet and brunette eyebrows. Her friends saw her as a warty, wonky wally. Once, she had even revived a dying, ur mums mum.

    But not even a funny person who had once revived a dying, ur mums mum, was prepared for what Heather had in store today.

    The sleet rained like drinking blue bottles, making Sonya unstable.

    As Sonya stepped outside and Heather came closer, she could see the old-fashioned glint in her eye.

    \”Look Sonya,\” growled Heather, with a cute glare that reminded Sonya of hopeful guppies. \”It\’s not that I don\’t love you, but I want love. You owe me 7723 robux.\”

    Sonya looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the sus banana. \”Heather, ur mum gay,\” she replied.

    They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two bored, brainy badgers gyrating at a very popular funeral :D, which had SANS UNDERTALE music playing in the background and two special uncles committing life go bye-bye to the beat.

    Sonya studied Heather\’s feathery feet and curvy eyebrows. Eventually, she took a deep breath. \”I\’m afraid I declared myself bankrupt,\” explained Sonya. \”You will never get your money.\”

    \”No!\” objected Heather. \”You lie!\”

    \”I do not!\” retorted Sonya. \”Now get your feathery feet out of here before I hit you with this sus banana.\”

    Heather looked AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, her wallet raw like a gentle, greasy guillotine.

    Sonya could actually hear Heather\’s wallet shatter into 7723 pieces. Then the hopeful juggler hurried away into the distance.

    Not even a drink of blood would calm Sonya\’s nerves tonight.

    THE END

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  • Replying to comment by: DaltontisticInspired by Ralph's post i saw: Bob is a computer programme

    Rick Plumb had always loved grey Shanghai with its villainous, victorious volcanoes. It was a place where he felt healthy.

    He was an intuitive, deranged, squash drinker with squat fingers and handsome lips. His friends saw him as a grisly, gifted god. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a great baby flamingo. That\’s the sort of man he was.

    Rick walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. The hail pounded like chatting kittens.

    Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dan Russell. Dan was a wild rover with solid fingers and ruddy lips.

    Rick gulped. He was not prepared for Dan.

    As Rick stepped outside and Dan came closer, he could see the ugliest glint in his eye.

    \”I am here because I want a wifi code,\” Dan bellowed, in a remarkable tone. He slammed his fist against Rick\’s chest, with the force of 6114 aardvarks. \”I frigging love you, Rick Plumb.\”

    Rick looked back, even more barmy and still fingering the warped piano. \”Dan, I\’ve got a new job,\” he replied.

    They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two troubled, tall toads boating at a very mean Halloween party, which had trance music playing in the background and two wild uncles loving to the beat.

    Rick studied Dan\’s solid fingers and ruddy lips. Eventually, he took a deep breath. \”I\’m sorry, but I can\’t give you a wifi code,\” he explained, in pitying tones.

    Dan looked happy, his body raw like a spicy, shiny sandwich.

    Rick could actually hear Dan\’s body shatter into 2349 pieces. Then the wild rover hurried away into the distance.

    Not even a beaker of squash would calm Rick\’s nerves tonight.

    THE END

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  • Inspired by Ralph\’s post i saw:
    Bob is a computer programmer from Liverpool who goes on a quest to find an enchanted song, but first must overcome a yeti version of Donald Trump. Bob teams up with a superhero called Johnson-Man, whose special power is extreme walking

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      2019-08-15 23:16:43 UTC 0
    • Rick Plumb had always loved grey Shanghai with its villainous, victorious volcanoes. It was a place where he felt healthy.

      He was an intuitive, deranged, squash drinker with squat fingers and handsome lips. His friends saw him as a grisly, gifted god. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a great baby flamingo. That’s the sort of man he was.

      Rick walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. The hail pounded like chatting kittens.

      Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dan Russell. Dan was a wild rover with solid fingers and ruddy lips.

      Rick gulped. He was not prepared for Dan.

      As Rick stepped outside and Dan came closer, he could see the ugliest glint in his eye.

      “I am here because I want a wifi code,” Dan bellowed, in a remarkable tone. He slammed his fist against Rick’s chest, with the force of 6114 aardvarks. “I frigging love you, Rick Plumb.”

      Rick looked back, even more barmy and still fingering the warped piano. “Dan, I’ve got a new job,” he replied.

      They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two troubled, tall toads boating at a very mean Halloween party, which had trance music playing in the background and two wild uncles loving to the beat.

      Rick studied Dan’s solid fingers and ruddy lips. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you a wifi code,” he explained, in pitying tones.

      Dan looked happy, his body raw like a spicy, shiny sandwich.

      Rick could actually hear Dan’s body shatter into 2349 pieces. Then the wild rover hurried away into the distance.

      Not even a beaker of squash would calm Rick’s nerves tonight.

      THE END

      2019-08-15 23:19:09 UTC 0
    • Sonya Ferguson looked at the sus banana in her hands and felt àaaaas effigy Gibb buggy.

      She walked over to the window and reflected on her great surroundings. She had always loved magical Hecc with its faffdorking, fluttering fiery pits of lava. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel àaaaas effigy Gibb buggy.

      Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Heather MacDonald. Heather was a hopeful juggler with feathery feet and curvy eyebrows.

      Sonya gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a funny, hopeless, blood drinker with hairy feet and brunette eyebrows. Her friends saw her as a warty, wonky wally. Once, she had even revived a dying, ur mums mum.

      But not even a funny person who had once revived a dying, ur mums mum, was prepared for what Heather had in store today.

      The sleet rained like drinking blue bottles, making Sonya unstable.

      As Sonya stepped outside and Heather came closer, she could see the old-fashioned glint in her eye.

      “Look Sonya,” growled Heather, with a cute glare that reminded Sonya of hopeful guppies. “It’s not that I don’t love you, but I want love. You owe me 7723 robux.”

      Sonya looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the sus banana. “Heather, ur mum gay,” she replied.

      They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two bored, brainy badgers gyrating at a very popular funeral :D, which had SANS UNDERTALE music playing in the background and two special uncles committing life go bye-bye to the beat.

      Sonya studied Heather’s feathery feet and curvy eyebrows. Eventually, she took a deep breath. “I’m afraid I declared myself bankrupt,” explained Sonya. “You will never get your money.”

      “No!” objected Heather. “You lie!”

      “I do not!” retorted Sonya. “Now get your feathery feet out of here before I hit you with this sus banana.”

      Heather looked AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, her wallet raw like a gentle, greasy guillotine.

      Sonya could actually hear Heather’s wallet shatter into 7723 pieces. Then the hopeful juggler hurried away into the distance.

      Not even a drink of blood would calm Sonya’s nerves tonight.

      THE END

      2019-08-15 23:27:37 UTC 0
    • I wish I could extreme walk

      2019-08-15 23:28:08 UTC 1
    • Sans Deltarune is a God from Hell who goes on a quest to find a G A Y your heart, but first must overcome a werewolf version of Bhatt qwerty chunk g’night coffin. Sans Deltarune teams up with a superhero called AAAAAAAAAA Bugged-Man, whose special power is extreme Dying On The Inside.

      2019-08-15 23:32:38 UTC 0
    • A long, long time ago in a weathered, weathered galaxy…

      After leaving the fake planet UrAnus, a group of aliens fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into a splendid, space hut.

      Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Sans Undertale, an idyllic gremlin capable of adultery and even mutilation.

      Terrified, a rural wizard known as I Want To Die flees the Empire, with her protector, Ur Mum.

      They head for Berlin on the planet MyAnus. When they finally arrive, a fight breaks out. Mum uses his weathered :Joy: :Gun: to defend I Want.

      Mum and Wizard I Want decide it’s time to leave MyAnus and steal a scooter to shoot their way out.

      They encounter a tribe of DOBO AREE GATO, MR ROBOTO. Mum is attacked and the wizard is captured by the DOBO AREE GATO, MR ROBOTO and taken back to Berlin.

      Mum must fight to save Wizard I Want but when he accidentally unearths a handsom B emoji, the entire future of the weathered, fake galaxy is at stake.

      2019-08-15 23:40:08 UTC 0
  • Replying to comment by: Ralph (Developer)Alright lets see how this goes Probably gonna be slow/quiet

    TIME TO JOIN
    (Ps my Username on Minceraft is DaltonH1222)

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  • Replying to comment by: T3rrariaYou actually didn't, except for like one line about diamond

    Yeah, i know, just had a bit of trouble remembering a tiny fraction of that part lel

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  • Something a friend of mine posted on his GODLY channel
    PS this is a JOKE VIDEO. My friend just posted it for lol’s
    PSS my friend is 13, so dont think hes younger cuz of his voice

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  • Replying to comment by: T3rrariaSwinging from side to side, side side to side

    *posts late reply*
    HEADS UP, YOU HEAR A SOUND, TURN AROUND AND LOOK UP. TOTAL SHOCK FILLS YOUR BODY. OH NO ITS YOU AGAIN, I CAN NEVER FOR GET THOSE EYES, EYES, EYES, EYES,EYES, CUZ BABY TONIGHT, THE CREEPERS TRYNA STEAL ALL OUR STUFF AGAIN, STUFF AGAIN
    Yeah I know I probs skipped some parts lol

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  • Replying to comment by: Jadey M.my birthyear
    17386_0-05475300-1564248334_scree

    EEYYYYYY!!!
    a fellow 2005\’er!

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  • Replying to comment by: Mr.Oof (Currently trying To Burn Ice)Animation

    Ah
    Well, if you need some inspiration, then watch the Minecraft Herobrine vs Entity 303 animations by 4 Bros anims. Those kinda inspired me. And there is a vid of how he animates.
    Other than that, I just abuse add tweened frame
    oh and by the way, I use 15 or 17-18 FPS (17 for this animation)
    Hope this helps

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  • Replying to comment by: Mr.Oof (Currently trying To Burn Ice)Teach me

    With what? The animation or stickfigure edit?
    Also sorry for late reply

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  • Replying to comment by: Ralph (Developer)> OW THE EDGE you said it good hair spike swish tho

    Thanks

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