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Naw, that is the story as it has been told, passed down through oral tradition, changing with each telling, much like the book of Genesis or the legends of Scandinavian lore.
Here is the true story, as I tell it, as I learned it, as I lived it.
In the year of Our Lord 2003 a man came into our midst fearing no-one and nothing, from the highest of demigods to the lowliest beast. He carried with him a "sig" - a banner that fluttered without breeze, and upon it danced the frolicking figure of a green phallic creature with a joysome smile and soulless black eyes.
And yea, we all gathered and stared at the newcomer and his frightening and alluring avatar of choice, wondering for each and all if its carefree smile paid homage to heaven or hell. We asked after the creature's origin, and the man who had brought it knew not the answer. We strove for a name to call the creature depicted, for it existed not in our lands or tongues, and in failing a number of suggestions we opted to name it in the honor of the man who had brought it into our homes, and the people rejoiced for it was a good name, a strong name. The name was Kelet.
"Forsooth," shouted one from the gathered villagers. "Let each of us fashion for ourselves new kelets, to strengthen their number and build their notoriety." And fashion we did with the hands and feet of mortal men, creating entire dimensions of fantastical folicking phallii.
From atop the twisted spire of a rival internet words were whispered in ears and the dark lord of the kelet - who had created them to toil in the unending darkness of a video game that would never be created - frowned at our gaity and our wanton breeding of kelets. He swept down upon our world, blocking out the sun with his monstrous form, and challenged us. "Ye mortals, be warned, the creatures you handle are not kelets but bunchies. Cease ye tomfoolery, I hath created the bunchie, I can uncreate the bunchie. Thou shalt not blaspheme or profane its name again. And please buy my game when it comes out I hath a paypal on mine website."
We laughed at his ignorance, not a one of us comprehending his words. "Bunchies more like fuckyourmomintheasschies" we shouted from behind our crude palisade. The creator shook his fist with indignation and flew away, ne'er again to darken our horizon with his hideous form.
In the end a museum was erected to hold the kelets and preserve them for future generations, lest they forget what happened in those dark and dire days.
But on a cold night, when the air is clear and sound travels farther that it otherwise might, you can still here the echo of the dark lord's hammer ring upon his anvil as he struggles to undo the damage we did, for amen I say to you, the name of kelet has gone beyond our borders, it travels with the image of the frolicking green monster, dickjoking its way into oblivion.
And behind it you can make out the soft roar of his umbral forge as he struggles in vain to smelt the raw materials of his labor into a video game.
Naw, that is the story as it has been told, passed down through oral tradition, changing with each telling, much like the book of Genesis or the legends of Scandinavian lore.
Here is the true story, as I tell it, as I learned it, as I lived it.
In the year of Our Lord 2003 a man came into our midst fearing no-one and nothing, from the highest of demigods to the lowliest beast. He carried with him a "sig" - a banner that fluttered without breeze, and upon it danced the frolicking figure of a green phallic creature with a joysome smile and soulless black eyes.
And yea, we all gathered and stared at the newcomer and his frightening and alluring avatar of choice, wondering for each and all if its carefree smile paid homage to heaven or hell. We asked after the creature's origin, and the man who had brought it knew not the answer. We strove for a name to call the creature depicted, for it existed not in our lands or tongues, and in failing a number of suggestions we opted to name it in the honor of the man who had brought it into our homes, and the people rejoiced for it was a good name, a strong name. The name was Kelet.
"Forsooth," shouted one from the gathered villagers. "Let each of us fashion for ourselves new kelets, to strengthen their number and build their notoriety." And fashion we did with the hands and feet of mortal men, creating entire dimensions of fantastical folicking phallii.
From atop the twisted spire of a rival internet words were whispered in ears and the dark lord of the kelet - who had created them to toil in the unending darkness of a video game that would never be created - frowned at our gaity and our wanton breeding of kelets. He swept down upon our world, blocking out the sun with his monstrous form, and challenged us. "Ye mortals, be warned, the creatures you handle are not kelets but bunchies. Cease ye tomfoolery, I hath created the bunchie, I can uncreate the bunchie. Thou shalt not blaspheme or profane its name again. And please buy my game when it comes out I hath a paypal on mine website."
We laughed at his ignorance, not a one of us comprehending his words. "Bunchies more like fuckyourmomintheasschies" we shouted from behind our crude palisade. The creator shook his fist with indignation and flew away, ne'er again to darken our horizon with his hideous form.
In the end a museum was erected to hold the kelets and preserve them for future generations, lest they forget what happened in those dark and dire days.
But on a cold night, when the air is clear and sound travels farther that it otherwise might, you can still here the echo of the dark lord's hammer ring upon his anvil as he struggles to undo the damage we did, for amen I say to you, the name of kelet has gone beyond our borders, it travels with the image of the frolicking green monster, dickjoking its way into oblivion.
And behind it you can make out the soft roar of his umbral forge as he struggles in vain to smelt the raw materials of his labor into a video game.
#pipeCocky Stride, Musky odoursPope of Chili TownRegistered Userregular
edited May 2010
Once upon a time, my brother goes to Penny Arcade forums. There are people shouting and making the gay accusations there! Big anger.
There was a user there of name "kelet".
This was his post to the thread in whole.
Immediately, everyone say "That is a Kelet!" and laughter was having.
And soon, people began to make other pictures with the Kelet.
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I have no idea
or bunchies
and hey we were just talking about you
What spring does with the cherry trees.
google it
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thanks.
also, ironic
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dammit
tsk tsk Geek
I won't hotlink, thank you very much.
This is the best site.
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Please make this the description of SE++ post haste
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yo buddy I got Windows 7
good stuff
gay accusations would fit though
all in favour say aye
AYE
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