Fman122 smiles and goes to his den. His inventory was full of black spike collars. He was proud.
He went to Jamaa Township to shout, "Spike giveaway my den!" but something caught his eye. It was a dark black loup with no eyes, shouting TRUST MY DEN! The loup looked kinda odd but he didn't mind. He was scared of getting scammed because he was very kind to jammers and EVERY jammer was his friend.
He went to his den, his tanière, den was empty. The eyeless loup shook his paw and a few other jammers paws. The eyeless loup put a collier on trade and shouted... TRADE ME!!
Fman122 put all of his spikes on trade. Then to his shock... The eyeless loup accepted and laughed while unlocking the jammers out of his den. The jammers were sad but Fman122 was plus sad.. he Lost his spike collars? "These were the only things that makes ME... me!" Fman122 growls. He growls. He turns black with red flames. He was now known as a famous hacker.. Fman122.
He went to Jamaa Township to shout, "Spike giveaway my den!" but something caught his eye. It was a dark black loup with no eyes, shouting TRUST MY DEN! The loup looked kinda odd but he didn't mind. He was scared of getting scammed because he was very kind to jammers and EVERY jammer was his friend.
He went to his den, his tanière, den was empty. The eyeless loup shook his paw and a few other jammers paws. The eyeless loup put a collier on trade and shouted... TRADE ME!!
Fman122 put all of his spikes on trade. Then to his shock... The eyeless loup accepted and laughed while unlocking the jammers out of his den. The jammers were sad but Fman122 was plus sad.. he Lost his spike collars? "These were the only things that makes ME... me!" Fman122 growls. He growls. He turns black with red flames. He was now known as a famous hacker.. Fman122.
Mythical looked at her body. She noticed she was hovering. "What in the Jamaa is going on?!" She a dit freaked out. She looked at the loup that killed her. He was pretending to do nothing. Myth was furious.
"Hey come back here!" Her voice was nowhere to be heard," She teleported somewhere, somewhere dark. "Where am I?" Myth said. "Your in the Dark servers... the place where forgotten jammers go," A renard a dit with no eyes. "Wait no!!" She a dit as the exit closed up. She was stuck there forever.
The End,
"Hey come back here!" Her voice was nowhere to be heard," She teleported somewhere, somewhere dark. "Where am I?" Myth said. "Your in the Dark servers... the place where forgotten jammers go," A renard a dit with no eyes. "Wait no!!" She a dit as the exit closed up. She was stuck there forever.
The End,
Bob was the Lost Jammers little brother. He loved bacon and whenever he touched somebody they turned into him. So the Lost Jammer told him to only wear gloves.
It was one stormy night. Bob went out to get a drink and noticed Lost wasn't in his bed. He gasped. "Y U MISSING?" he screeched. He looked everywhere for him and he even looked in the shops.
He was so mad he threw the gant at a wolf. He growled "Do toi even know how I am?" a dit the wolf. "I've been in - " the loup stopped. Bob has touched him with his magical paw. The loup turned derpier and plus bobier than ever. link
Another jammer walked up and a dit hi to the two Bob's! The loup shaked her hand. She turned into a Bob too. They touched everybody until everybody was a Bob. AJHQ was furious! They banned the Bob accounts for Jamaa.
Animal confiture isn't filled with bobs from this day. Happy jamming!
It was one stormy night. Bob went out to get a drink and noticed Lost wasn't in his bed. He gasped. "Y U MISSING?" he screeched. He looked everywhere for him and he even looked in the shops.
He was so mad he threw the gant at a wolf. He growled "Do toi even know how I am?" a dit the wolf. "I've been in - " the loup stopped. Bob has touched him with his magical paw. The loup turned derpier and plus bobier than ever. link
Another jammer walked up and a dit hi to the two Bob's! The loup shaked her hand. She turned into a Bob too. They touched everybody until everybody was a Bob. AJHQ was furious! They banned the Bob accounts for Jamaa.
Animal confiture isn't filled with bobs from this day. Happy jamming!
