Post your RaymanPC OTPs

[THEdragon]

Incognito/Madagascar's post office and customs.

[Bad Romance plays softly in the background]

[GNineify]

Keane x incognito 5ever.

[incognito]

What the fuck? !

Can someone explain me what is the goal of the topic?

If i understand the goal of the topic

Emshomar x ZeptoRay 4ever

[Rulez]

Emshomar x ZeptoRay 4ever

Way to go!

[Keane]

Zeppy is such a good friend that she took him away from me. I owe you.

[incognito]

Emshomar x ZeptoRay 4ever

Way to go!

So i understand the topic?

[Zikken]

Incognito's Top half X Incognito's Lower half

[TFDS]

Dicks/Twats

[Snagglebee]

Google/Youtube

Zeppy is such a good friend that she took him away from me. I owe you.

ü_ü

[Rulez]

Google/Youtube

One of your better posts.

[incognito]

Incognito/Madagascar's post office and customs.

Post office story by Incognito

[OCG]

Google/Youtube

Perfect timing

[THEdragon]

Incognito/Madagascar's post office and customs.

Post office story by Incognito
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[Bad Romance plays softly in the background]

[Indy]

Indy/Anassy
GrandKittymus/darkkitty

[OCG]

MTP/Klaysick Sawnik

[Dark Lum Lord]

Michael Bay/shit

[OCG]

He is now making TMNT. And there will be 3 films

[Dark Lum Lord]

- And the blokes had only one thing they could do, and that was to drag Brad off to the dungeon. They had not the chance to give their two cents, to state their opinions on the subject, but instead they could only follow their semi-barbaric king's orders. Tap, tap, tap, tap; the sounds of their shoes hitting against went on the stone steps beyond the secret passageway to the dungeon in the motel room closet. The tunnel leading to the dungeon only grew dimmer as they marched their way closer to the dungeon itself; the air was cold and "brittle" - a draft had blown up against them and it felt so much as though someone was breathing down their necks that eventually Ad snapped and looked behind himself. Nothing more than darkness behind him, minus a few candles perched on the walls which kept the place from being completely pitch black. Brad was yelping excessively and no amounts of reassurance that they would find a way to save him helped.

"Brad, I'm afraid that if you do not calm down I'll be forced to permanently ban you."

"Not amusing in the slightest, Ad. Just stop it, would you", Master remarked in a serious tone.

"ya u nig stop "

The clippity clopping of their footsteps seemed to grow louder as the darkness continued to wrap its cold arms around them. Meanwhile, the individuals in the motel room had grown ever more impatient. Some were protesting Nigga's harsh orders of doing away with Brad while others were demanding that they should begin the orgy without the moderators who were brave enough to venture the corridors deep within the motel (castle). Keane was the most impatient of them all, perhaps.

"Fucking fuck fuck fuck...Fuck", Keane had shouted. This roughly translates as "Let the ass sex begin or I might just have sex with you in the ass, you bitches".

"Perhaps I should send you off to the dungeon with Brad? Now you wouldn't want that, would you", King Nigga belowed in an ironically calm manner.

"No, your majesty sexy ass...fucker", Nigga had forced Keane to call him "sexy ass" long ago.

"So, is this orgy going to happen or not?"

Zeppelin's bitch strikes back.

The crowd gasped in despair. How dare she, how dare she question the almighty ruler that is Lord Nigga. The mob of orgy-hungry perverts went entirely mad, fearing the worst to happen and thinking that slowly they would all have their heads decapitated one by one. Indeed, their paranoia was of an all time high.

"Fuck fuck fucking fuck fuck", Keane muttered under his breath - "The fuck are you guys all anxious about, did all of you take a hit or some shit".

He tapped impatiently. At last he had feared that the chances of his ever-awaited orgy were slim and his expression grew of a more discontent look by the second. But perhaps Nigga's expression was the only one in the room that could beat even Keane's. Eyebrows so arched and eyes so hollow, so sickly; he looked absolutely deranged and it was his expression alone that caused everyone to frantically shove each other off to the sides of the room in an attempt to escape whatever horrible burst of rage they fear may await. He said nothing. Nothing. And perhaps that's the most frightening of all things to say.

Meanwhile, the moderators grew tired after being surrounding by an environment of darkness, luring them closer to sleep as they gazed into the black abyss surrounding them. But it seems that their sleepiness would finally come to an end as they saw a glow past a curve beyond a flight of stairs in the passageway. Their sadness had become far too much to handle and so they only wore a grim look of near-apathy on their faces. And it was Serza who was the most grim of all in the land, considering the fact that she had been entirely ignored during this fan-fic despite the fact that she's too a mod.

She shoved Brad in front of them, he nearly trembled to the ground.

"What's going to happen to me", Brad spit out.

"Are you fucking deaf, you heard our master, the head's going kaput."

Ad and Master exchanged a small nod unbeknown to Brad and Serza.

[Snagglebee]

MisterDark'sFanClub/Dark Lum Lord

[Skaarj]

teens/their hands
no explanation needed