hella humerus || pun contest!

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]It took Neue less time than expected to come to terms with the fact that he, of all people, had been promoted. Many things had gone through his mind, but namely: would be any good at this? Granted, his new position was not one of power, but Neue had an impressive track record of not being able to do a damn thing right. Somehow, he would fuck up every little thing, and he didn't see why this would be any different. Still, it came with its perks. He could hold small contests, and he sure as shit would take advantage of it.


    Swallowing nervously, face getting hot with possible embarassment and ever-growing anxiety, the newly appointed Paladin Trainee called out to those around: * alright, guys. gonna hold a little contest here. the one who can tell the best pun gets a little surprise. Neue offered those who had gathered a lazy grin, hopefully this would offer a little humor to combat the bit of gloom that he had seen overtake this clan. Even if they didn't enjoy it, he sure as hell would. Tricking his brother into unwittingly telling puns had been hilarious; this wouldn't be as good, but..hey!


    [spoiler=whats the surprise, nerd] tell the best pun to win the super special prize of neue's laughter. (he'll actually give your muse a food-prize. cool right)


    ooc prize is a lovely 15k silver >vo[/spoiler]


    // rushed bc i gotta walk my dog

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    Strolling over, the chocolate fae would purse her lips in momentary thought. She was a competitive spirit and obviously wanted to win... she just needed to come up with something that would absolutely wow Neue. "Hm, could I wait a sec before taking my turn?" She would ask curiously, a metaphorical brow arching. She had a few good ideas but none she was actually set on.


    /wow low muSE


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    [fancypost bgcolor=Transparent; border: 0px; width: 400px; margin-center: -5px; text-align: justify;]☆— [size=10px]Helix's sense of humor was the stupidest sense of humor ever, so he could easily go with this little pun competition. He could remember the best pun he had ever made in his life: it was when he was tasked to tell everyone terrible pick up lines, he had used Suiteheart's name as a pun. "Are you made of sugar, because you sure are a Suiteheart.' He was immensely proud of that, and hopefully he could think of an equally good one for now. "C-Count me in," he said as he bounced in, settling beside Margaery with a smile lacing his maw.


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    Any puns Frisk made would, in no doubt, be horrible, but she could try anyway. "I can try..." The feline would trail off, offering a small shrug in turn. This was going to be bad.

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    Oh ho Ho yes! A pun contest! The time when she herself could express her creativity through clever word play and cringe worthy groans. "Count me in!" She exclaimed as the deputy rubbed her hands with an evil grin on her lips. If she was given a chance, she would make a pun contest world wide for every to die of bad puns! Yeah! .... She probably shouldn't have eaten that cupcake that was filled with ten layers of frosting.
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    Zane was reading a book not too far away when the contest was announced. "I might read into this a bit more," he said closing his book and padding over.

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    "B-but... I'm not v-very punny..." the serval stammered out, unknowingly using a pun.


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    [justify]Oh no.


    She had to deal with enough puns back in Shadowclan, thanks to Sans. They were just inescapable, weren't they? Despite herself, French padded over with a groan, taking a seat beside Lacelock. "I'll just watch." said the assassin with a crooked smile. As annoying as they were, she just couldn't help but listen in.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;]The fur under his face grew hotter as familiar faces began to gather around. Heh, maybe.. he wouldn't be so bad at this? Some of them just wanted to watch, and that was fine; they'd have an audience. Neue grinned lazily, mumbling a soft 'good one, kid' to Brokenpaw.


    * you don't need to say that, you can just.. jump in, yknow? go for it.


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    Holster snickered a bit, paws coming to a halt as she approached the circle. Puns were right up her little alley. Sure, she couldn't fight all that well, she was really fluffy with no meat on her bones, and her size made her permanently look younger than what she actually was, but amongst all these tiny misfortunes she took to be her largest flaws, the paladin trainee could make a damn fine pun. And make one she would.


    "You got a topic you want to start with? Might make things a little easier," the femme purred warmly, eyes dancing to meet Neue. Oh, this was gonna be good

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -0.5px;]alex grins, wide and confident, as he saunters over to join his clan-mates. "a punderful idea, if i may say so myself," he declares. "but, pardon me, i'm merely warming up. i wouldn't want my first real attempt to be a catastrophe! i learned sign language about a month ago—did you know that? it's a true story—it's a pretty handy thing to learn."


    /i made an attempt. i do not pun good


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