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>>8773692

I call bullshit, there's no way his "That's my purse" would be decreased by her.

If so this shit's more broken than Ladybird glitched to stay on the lawnmower

"I sell propane and propane accessories" said every hankdrone at the propane store. They do know you can just farm the item in Arlington Caves easily near that vietnamese girl's house, right?

Lvl 35 Boomhauer, life ciouldn't get any better. Any Boombros here? OP Bard lyric spells.

So this is like the Chapter Master-threads on half/tg/ used to be, right?

There isn't actually a KotH-MMORPG?

>>8773822

Well she does have that advanced language proficiencies skill in the subsitute tree I hear. Peggy can basically get discounted npc goods with that diplomacy, and can ward off the random encounters of spanish only speaking npc's, instead of needing the extra inventory space of an english-spanish dictionary. Good for people farming propane, 1 more per run.

>>8773808

The fuck are you rambling about stain fag?

>>8775685

At least Pocket Sand was finally nerfed for the last time.

>>8778922

>stealth

I recommend John Redcorn. His skills have to do with AOE stealth buffs and his lockpicking scales exponentially.

>>8779509

>Not using Cotton

Cotton has a higher stealth rating by default, to the point where Redcorn's skills can just barely outclass him.

Stealth melee Cotton is fucking broken when doing the mission where you go to Japan because you can hide in the overhead luggage compartments rather than fighting the umpteen Peggys and Hanks

I would also suggest Kahn Jr. but she's more of a bard build.

Which classes use ladybird effectively?

>>8779758

>Which classes use ladybird effectively?

honestly after they fixed that lawnmower glitch I wouldn't bother

>>8779728

>Stealth Cotton

OH YEAH, I forgot about that. I only ever see Aggro Cotton's.

Speaking of the Japan mission, what's the drop rate for the Junichiro summon token? I've run through the mission about thirty times now and I haven't seen one.

>>8779812

Man I don't know

I've been running stealth Cotton for three years now, done that mission hundreds of times, and got my first token last year.

But yeah aggro Cottons are fucking useless imo.

Too fragile, too slow, not agile, good dps and healing with that cool feigning death ability tho

>>8778304

That is why you shoot peggy before throwing her out of a plane

>>8779509

As much as I like the John Redcorn builds the fact that Joseph fags can wreck my shit is still bullshit. I hate having to run away like a little bitch.

>>8773600

>my first toon

MMO babby spotted.

Bill's Night Out

At first Bill was disgusted by the thought that had quickly flitted through

his meager brain. He easily pushed it out to make way for the barren

loneliness, self-loathing, obsession with Lenore, and general emptiness that

were his mind's usual stock and trade. But the thought returned. Rarely at

first, but soon with increasing frequency. It was hard for him to remember

time anymore, beyond whether it was morning, noon, or night. But now what he

knew was a sick and disgusting thought crawled through and overpowered his

feeble psyche for all three.

He could eat, oh how he could eat. And he could certainly still drink his Alamo beer, though it was less and

less effective as self-medication. But he could not sleep. Drunk, sweating heavily, and days unwashed on that

hot, Arlen Texas night, Bill gave in to his depraved fantasy. He knew things would never be the same. He knew

he would likely pay for what he was about to do with his life. He did not care. The only thing that mattered

to him now was his need to satisfy the dark lust that he could no longer distinguish from himself, or his soul.

He slowly, casually walked out of his house, not bothering to shut the door behind him, and across the alley

through the starry but moonless night. Arlen was not the kind of town where folks locked their doors. But

people on Rainey Street would be sure that their doors stayed locked for years after the horror that was about

to ensue. Bills over-labored heart thudded in his flabby, filthy, chest. At first he weakly tried to tell

himself that he would only walk to the edge of the Hills' property, and do no more. He knew this was a lie.

At first he weaved somewhat drunkenly, but as the adrenaline shot through his system with the knowledge of what

he was about to do his stride straightened. And his penis hardened.

>>8780196

Quietly, remembering his basic training for the Army, Bill stalked through the Hills' lawn and slid their back

patio door open. He lifted his arms above his head and turned sideways, and as he entered the peak of his large

stomach grazed the edge of the door. His fat buttocks brushed against the doorframe.

As he walked in the dark through the kitchen and living room that he had insinuated himself into so many times

before, but now took as his own, he briefly, in his low way, realized that his stink was noticeable in this

clean home. He had not smelled himself in his own, dirty hovel. He did not think it would wake the Hills and

get in the way of what he planned to do, at least not this early on. So he squatted to untie his is filthy boots,

which covered fungus-infested feet, and stepped out of them. As he rubbed the top layer of the foot infection

into the Hills' long, clean, shag carpet, he smiled. It felt good, but he was also thinking of the time that a

charlatan had convinced Hank that the house had a mold problem. It was not a cruel smile, but a nostalgic one.

Old Hank had been so worried about a little mold. Bill shook his head slightly. He lumbered, breathing heavily

but very quietly, toward Bobby's room.

Bobby's door opened silently – Bill knew that Hank always kept the hinges well lubed with WD-40. The thought of

its slipperiness and chemical odor excited Bill. Yes, he was becoming quite excited now. He stepped across the

room to Bobby's bed, watching the fat boy, who he now affectionately referred to in his fantasy as "the piglet,"

while he slept. Bill started to reach toward the boy, but then hesitated in order to wipe his filthy hands on his

grimy pants.

>>8780201

The piglet must have smelled him, or sensed the impending danger through some other means. He took a long

but shallow breath and began to yawn. Just as his eyes were clamped their tightest Bill seized the boy's chubby

throat in his huge, hairy, dirty hands. The piglet's eyes blinked open, but it was too late. Bill could feel the

throat struggling in an attempt to reopen, but this weak boy's neck was no match for his manly grip.

The boy's eyes first showed only wild terror, then confused recognition. Then the pain must have shot through

the piglet, because he grimaced, winced, and began to flop pathetically. Bill pushed down heavily on the boy's

body, first with his forearms and elbows, then with his stomach – their fat pushing together, but Bill's

eventually enveloping the piglet's. Bill began to giggle, quietly, under his breath, as Bobby's eyes began to

melt from pain into sadness. Bill thought the piglet was beginning to look away from him, and this made him

angrier, but when he followed the boy's gaze he saw that the piglet was looking at a picture near the bed. It

was of the neighbor girl, Connie Souphanousinphone. Then the piglet's eyes dulled.

Bobby, for a brief break in Bill's fevered imaginations a human being again, ceased his death struggle. Now

Bill could do as he wished with the piglet. Bill realized that he had ejaculated a copious amount of semen

into his pants at some point during the strangulation of the piglet. He had not noticed when it happened.

It did not matter. There was more where that came from. He slowly unbuttoned the piglet's nightshirt, and

slid off its pajama pants. It had not been wearing underwear. Again, Bill giggled quietly under his breath.

As he thrust into the tight anus he felt it split, first once, then again, leaving it a wet, ragged hole.

The blood was still warm, and it further lubricated his semen-covered penis. It ran down and dripped off of

his stinking testicles – he had smelled them and his own anus even over his other foul odors as he removed

his trousers. He pulled the piglet's arm back sharply, and at an unnatural angle, and heard a pop. He was

wheezing in his ecstasy. He worried that he would be heard before he had a chance to begin the rest of his

night's work.

>>8780207

God damnit, the RP servers are leaking again

>>8780207

His anger grew again, hotter and darker this time, as he thrust into the piglet's fat little body. He further

twisted the bent-backward arm and both heard and felt the tendons snap. With his other hand he punched the

back of the piglet's head twice, and then pressed its face into the pillow as hard as he could, continuing to

wrench the arm, now only connected by loose flesh, around.

Bill clenched his teeth, seized violently three, then four, then five times, and was finished with the piglet.

He slid slowly out, savoring the sensation. He wrapped the piglet in the bed covers, and whispered in the dead

boy's ear, "piggys in a blanket," then he giggled again under his breath to himself and walked casually out of

the room, pausing for a moment to take one last look at his work, before heading back toward through the living

room and toward the garage. He had not bothered to dress himself, or even wipe the blood, semen or grime from his

fat, hairy flesh. On his way to the garage, he stopped in the living room and defecated on the Hills' coffee

table, smearing the feces around with his wide, hairy, rear end.

How many times had he been in this garage, obediently doing as Hank had told him, begging only for the company

and attention of his friends and their families? Bill was a stupid and forgetful man, but he knew exactly where

Hank kept the duct tape, the tie-down straps for his truck, the drill bits and the power drill – right on its

charger of course.

Bill gathered these things and began to walk back into the house. He stopped then, turned, and went back to the

workbench for Hank's largest claw hammer, which was hanging in its place on the pegboard. Quietly he walked back

through the living room, his eyes and nose fixed on the pile of filth he had left smeared across the Hills' coffee

table. The reek was terrible, even by his standards. He knew he would have to hurry now, before the smell woke

Hank and Peggy. This angered him, as he wanted to take his time and make the evening last. But he would only have

to hurry through the next few steps. Then he could take all the time that he wanted, at least until morning.

>>8780290

He walked into the master bedroom feeling, for the first time in years, since his high school football or early

Army days, powerful. Quietly he laid everything but the claw hammer at the foot of the bed. Hank stirred. Bill

strode across the room, knocked Peggy's glasses from the nightstand, raised the hammer high in his right hand,

and dropped his filthy stomach, with a fair amount of his own semen and their son's blood still covering it, over

Peggy’s face, as he brought the hammer down, hard and square on Hank's temple.

Hank kicked and spasmed once but after that was still. Bill couldn't check if he was still breathing because

Peggy was struggling under him. She was a strong woman, of course, but her strength did not match Bills'

massiveness. "Peggy," Bill said breathily, "stop fighting or I will hurt Bobby." She froze, and Bill giggled

through pursed lips. His penis was hardening again.

"Don't you move, and don't you make a sound, or I'll hurt Bobby, remember?" Bill said as he slowly began to drag

his foul weight across and off of Peggy's face. Once he was off, Peggy blinked through her grimaced face. She

instinctively felt for her glasses, and whispered "Hank. Hank?" With her other hand she reached for her husband

and felt sticky wetness. She gasped "Hank!" Bill had seen enough and could stand no more of this disobedience – she

was both moving and talking. Holding the hammer in his other hand, he punched her savagely three, perhaps five

times in the head and face with his left hand. As he did so he screamed, "Damn you Lenore! Do as you are told!"

A wave of worry shook Bill. How loud had that been? Could any of the Gribbles, or Souphanousinphones heard?

Probably not Boomhaur. He tried to remember if he had ever heard Hank yell from his house. It was no use, his

dull mind could not recall.

Peggy was not the kind of woman who becomes hysterical, even at a time like this, but Bill could tell she was

scared, shocked, and dazed. He giggled. Hank groaned. Bill walked quickly around the bed and hit him with the

hammer again, this time in the forehead. Peggy moaned and sobbed "Hank…please stop." As Bill tossed the hammer

to the pile with the other things and pulled Hank's limp body off of the mattress and drug it towards the foot

of the bed he said, "Now Peggy, I hurt you and you just kept going. So now I'm gonna hurt Bobby. If you keep

going I'll hurt him worse." He giggled again, thinking to himself of the boy's already lifeless body in the

bedroom down the hall.

>>8780296

Bill could sense in the darkness that Peggy had become tense and rigid on the bed when he said that her

little man would be harmed. This excited him. As Bill used the duct tape to hog-tie Hank, he realized that his

penis was again fully erect. Lust filled him.

He stood and walked back to the head of the bed. At this angle, his befouled, turgid penis and hairy, stinking

testicles, matted in sticky wetness, were at level with, and no more than six inches away from, Peggy's face.

"You've done me wrong, Lenore," Bill said, panting, "Now you're going to do me right." He reached roughly with

both hands to twist Peggy's head, and with it Peggy's mouth, toward him. She resisted in disgust, but two hard

punches to her jaw loosened both her neck and her mouth. Bill shoved the first three fingers of each hand into

her mouth, pulling her top and bottom teeth apart, and then pushed his penis, the penis that had been in Peggy's

dead son's anus less than half an hour ago, into the gap between.

The combination of Bill's pent up frustration with Lenore and his long-simmering desire for Peggy led him to

ejaculate quickly down her throat. As he pulled his penis, now cleansed of the piglet’s blood and feces and his

own semen but not the bluish-green fungus that grew at its tip, out of Peggy's mouth, she vomited. "Hmmm, looks

like someone made a tasty dinner tonight but didn't invite me" Bill said in a friendly voice. He then took the

duct tape and tie-down straps from the foot of the bed. He decided that he had heard enough from women in this

life – enough of their lies, enough of their insults, enough of their rejection, enough of their shrill arguments.

He had no more use for Peggy's mouth, so he taped it shut as she continued to dry heave. He then used the tie-downs

to strap Peggy to the bed, with wrists secured to the headboard and her spread legs tied to the footboard at the

ankles.

>>8780304

He walked into the Hills' master bathroom, with the dual sinks. Anger and jealousy were all that washed over

him therein at this small reminders, the two sinks, of the quietly loving marriage that the Hill shared. He found

a pair of long scissors under what seemed to be Peggy's sink.

Bill laid down on the bed next to Peggy, his face inches from hers, and said "You know Peggy I'm a barber and I

don't hardly ever get to use any scissors. It's because I'm a barber for the Army. I bet you didn't know that

about me. It's because in the Army you only get to use clippers most of the time." He ran his fingers through her

hair, which was short for a woman's, but seemed long to him, with his own male pattern baldness and his life where

virtually the only human beings he had any contact with were men, many of them shaved or crew-cut grunts. He slowly

waved the scissors in front of her face, giggling. He grasped a lock of her hair between his thumb and index finger

pulled, and snipped it off with the scissors, leaving only a crookedly-cut half-inch or so. He sprinkled the hair

down the length of her body. Then he repeated the process. And again, each time pulling a random lock of hair and

snipping it. Peggy seemed to have been crying when he returned from the bathroom; he thought it was from the forced

fellatio. Now the tears streamed down her face. This charged Bill's anger yet again. What right did this woman,

with her home and marriage and child and body parts have to cry? On the next cut Bill again pulled up a lock of

hair, but instead of simply cutting it dug the sharp tips of the scissors into Peggy's head around the hair before

cutting out hair, roots, and a small piece of scalp. Peggy screamed through the duct tape. At the foot of the bed

Hank groaned again, and said weakly "Peg…Peggy…the boy…" Bill decided it was time to put the power drill to

use.

He got up and walked to the foot of the bed and lifted Hank's hog tied body, putting him on his knees with his

shoulders leaned back against the foot of the bed. Hank was grunting, moaning, and squinting in the darkness.

Bill picked up the power drill and chose a medium-sized bit. He stared at Hank as he fixed the bit in the drill.

Bill squeezed the trigger twice quickly, and the whirring whine of the drill seemed to confuse Hank as it caught

his attention. Billed reached out with his other arm and dug the tip of his thumb into the bleeding welt where his

had earlier his Hank on the temple with the hammer. Hank jerked and groaned. Bill's face was only inches from

Hank's in the darkness and he could see Hank's eyes roll back in his head. His head then fell forward – he had

passed out again.

>>8780317

Bill took his hand away from the wound and went to Hank's nightstand. Hank's glasses were still there, and the

scissors still lay on the bed near Peggy's face. Bill turned on the lamp, and took the glasses and scissors to

the foot of the bed. He set down the drill, scissors, and glasses a few feet from Hank, stood up took a step back,

grasped his half-flaccid penis in his right hand, pressed the butt of his palm into his lower back, and released a

jet of hot, stinking urine onto Hank's head, face, neck, chest, and stomach. After a few seconds Hank began to stir.

After a few more he was shaking his head back and forth weakly, spitting, coughing, and gagging. After what seemed

like more than a minute, and several squirts and shakes, Bill had no urine left in him. He picked up the glasses,

which only had a few drops of urine on them, and gently placed them on Hank's face. Then he picked up the drill

again.

Hank blinked, and squinted at the monster that stood before him. "B-Bill? Bill! No!" His head fell forward and he

began to shake, sniffle, and sob. "Why are you doin' this?" Hank asked, his voice a mixture of sadness, pain, and

disappointment. "We're friends."

"Friends?" Bill asked. "Look at me. Look at my life. How could a friend let this happen to me?" Bill asked.

Then, in an overblown voice that showed his sarcasm "I know, because you've got it so rough. It doesn't matter that

you have a wife and a boy," at this he turned his head to side to suppress the giggle that had begun to force its

way up his throat, "a wife and boy, a family. No, none of that matters because poor Hank has a narrow urethra.

Poor Hank's narrow urethra is why he can't help old Bill."

>>8780324

"Well friend, I'm your friend, and I want to help you with your narrow urethra" Bill said as he picked up the

scissors. He stuck them in the leg of Hanks boxer shorts. "Please Bill, no." Hank said quietly. "Why not, friend?"

Bill asked, "I just want to help you, we're friends, right?" He cut off Hank's boxer shorts and picked up the drill.

"Bill please…" Hank whispered as Bill picked up the drill with his right hand and grasped and pulled Hank's

shriveled penis with his left. "Please help you with your narrow urethra?" Bill asked, "Sure thing friend!" Bill

pulled the drill's trigger and plunged the bit into the hole in his fist where he squeezed Hank's penis. Bill felt

his left hand become warm and wet, he could also feel the vibration of drill in his right hand and the vibration

of the bit in his lift as it dug deeper and deeper into the rubbery flesh of Hank's penis, poring out a larger and

larger hole. Hank was screaming. Bill had only heard Hank scream in pain once, the moment he broke his ankle in

the Texas state high school football championship game. That was nothing compared to this, though. When all Bill

could feel in his left hand was a warm, wet mess, he began to worry that he might hurt himself with the drill bit.

He released the trigger, and without bothering to reverse the drill, yanked the bit out of the hanging, tattered

flesh that used to be Hank's penis. Hank threw his head back, wept, and whimpered. Bill threw the drill in the

corner of the room, and wiped his hand across pimply, hairy, chest. "There, now you don't have a narrow urethra

anymore!" Bill said proudly. He realized Peggy was emitting short panicked screams, muffled by the duct tape, and

thrashing around against the tie downs.

>>8780329

Bill picked up the hammer and thumbed the claw end. It wasn't exactly sharp, but it would do. Standing over Peggy,

with a terrible grimace on his face, Bill raised the hammer, and brought the claw end down hard, digging it into

her scull and scalp near where he had cut the flesh earlier. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she tensed once

and then went limp. Bill pounded his palm against the head of the hammer, digging the claws in deeper. When he was

satisfied that they were deep enough, he pushed down firmly on Peggy's face with one hand and jerked back roughly

on the handle of the hammer the other. It was working! A large gash opened on Peggy's forehead, and on the third

jerk it connected with where he had previously cut her. By the fourth pull the gash was big enough for Bill to get

the tips of the four fingers on the hand he had been using to pull on the hammer into it. Grasping the flap of

scalp between his fingertips and thumb, and pushing down hard on Peggy's head with his other hand, Bill pulled

back as hard as he could, and ripped half of Peggy's scalp off of the top of her skull. He kept pulling, but the

angle wasn't right, and he couldn't get the rest of her scalp off. He got the scissors and squeezing as tightly

as he could, he was able to cut through the flesh and hair that he had pulled away. He placed it delicately on top

of his own, bald, head. "Not a bad job of barbering," he said, "Not a great job, but not a bad job either!"

He then walked to the foot of the bed, and roughly and awkwardly pulled Hank, who was still hog tied, up and laid

him on top of Peggy, so that the top of Hank's head was near Peggy's chin and Hanks knees were at the bottom the

bed between Peggy's spread ankles. The piece of Peggy's scalp fell off his head in the process and when he bent

to pick it up and put it back in place he saw the enormous puddle of blood that had been soaking into the Hills'

bedroom carpet. He spread Hank's knees to get a better look at the destroyed genitals. Indeed, Hank no longer had

a narrow urethra. Instead, there was a gaping, bloody hole, with tattered pieces of flesh all around it. This gave

Bill's feeble and diseased mind a sick idea.

>>8780330

He climbed onto the foot of the bed between Hanks spread knees, between Peggy's spread ankles, wiggling his fat,

pale, filthy, gory, stinking body into position. He could feel the warm wetness of Hank's new hole on the end of

his penis, but he was flaccid. It had been a busy night. Bill closed his eyes, leaned his head back, reached began

his legs, and began to rub his fungal, dirty penis with his hand, lubricating it with Hank's blood. He thought of

Lenore, of the piglet, of Peggy and of Hank. After a few moments, his penis began to stiffen for the third time of

the evening. As it did, he slid it into the gaping wound where Hank's manhood used to reside. Hank began to stir

and awaken as Bill's thrusts hit their stride. Hank began to whimper. Bill cried out in ecstasy, "Billdozer,

Billdozer, Billdozer!" repeating his high school football nickname again and again. This chant slowly dissolved

into feral grunts and growls as the last pretenses of humanity left Bill, and he became an animal overwhelmed by

rage and lust. He climaxed hard into Hank's ruined pelvis.

Bill withdrew himself and stepped back. He walked to the dresser and found a pair of socks. Hank was coughing and

dry heaving. He had vomited on Peggy at some point. Bill stuffed the wadded socks into Hank's mouth wrapped the

duct tape around Hanks head several times to secure them there. Bill had heard of something called a "thousand

mile stare" in the Army, but had never understood what it meant until he looked into Hank's eyes as he gagged him.

Bill walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway, returning to the piglet's room. He took the bundled body in

his massive flabby arms, and carried it to his parent's bedroom, where he laid, it face to face, with it's father.

Hank began to shake violently, as if having a seizure, at this, and passed out.

>>8780330

He climbed onto the foot of the bed between Hanks spread knees, between Peggy's spread ankles, wiggling his fat,

pale, filthy, gory, stinking body into position. He could feel the warm wetness of Hank's new hole on the end of

his penis, but he was flaccid. It had been a busy night. Bill closed his eyes, leaned his head back, reached began

his legs, and began to rub his fungal, dirty penis with his hand, lubricating it with Hank's blood. He thought of

Lenore, of the piglet, of Peggy and of Hank. After a few moments, his penis began to stiffen for the third time of

the evening. As it did, he slid it into the gaping wound where Hank's manhood used to reside. Hank began to stir

and awaken as Bill's thrusts hit their stride. Hank began to whimper. Bill cried out in ecstasy, "Billdozer,

Billdozer, Billdozer!" repeating his high school football nickname again and again. This chant slowly dissolved

into feral grunts and growls as the last pretenses of humanity left Bill, and he became an animal overwhelmed by

rage and lust. He climaxed hard into Hank's ruined pelvis.

Bill withdrew himself and stepped back. He walked to the dresser and found a pair of socks. Hank was coughing and

dry heaving. He had vomited on Peggy at some point. Bill stuffed the wadded socks into Hank's mouth wrapped the

duct tape around Hanks head several times to secure them there. Bill had heard of something called a "thousand

mile stare" in the Army, but had never understood what it meant until he looked into Hank's eyes as he gagged him.

Bill walked out of the bedroom and down the hallway, returning to the piglet's room. He took the bundled body in

his massive flabby arms, and carried it to his parent's bedroom, where he laid, it face to face, with it's father.

Hank began to shake violently, as if having a seizure, at this, and passed out.

>>8780404

Next Bill went to the garage and got two of the four tanks of propane Hank kept there. That man sure does love

propane, Bill thought, smiling his nostalgic smile and shaking his head. He also took the full can of gasoline

Hank kept by the lawnmower. He carried the gas can and propane tanks to the Hill's bedroom, he opened the valves

on the tanks, and walked out of room, pouring gas from the can on the floor and shutting the door behind him. He

then continued to pour the trail of gas on the carpet into the living room, where he set the can down by the couch.

He went to the kitchen, and found a box of matches. In the refrigerator, he found a six-pack of Alamo beer in cans.

He held the box of matches and the single empty ring of the six-pack in one hand. He walked to the telephone and

with his free hand lifted it, dialed 9-1-1, and dropped it to the floor. Bill walked into the living room and sat

on the couch, putting his feet up and sinking his fungus-infested heels in to the stinking feces he had left on

the coffee table. It stank so badly, he could barely smell the gasoline soaking the carpet beside him, and he

couldn't smell the propane yet at all. He opened the first beer and took a long drink. Then he belched loudly,

and said to himself "Yup, I'm the king of the hill now."

THE END

Does this fool anyone?

polite sage, honest

>>8780473

Lmao bet you think the sadpanda isnt real either

>>8780417

>Bill players: The Novella

where is the fucking download link?

unless this is just some larping shit on a new level

>>8778922

>Stealth

>When pocket sand is a thing

>can't nerf it because nerfing dirt is retarded

I guess, if you want to be utter garbage

Harelipped mexicanos ruined it years ago, stop shilling already.

HAHAHAHAH XDDDDD IS FUNNEH KING OF HILL ONLINE BECUS IS NOT REAL GAEM AHAHAHAHAHAH XDDDDDDDD

>>8788624

>he doesn't know

>can't even find a hammer on Mega Lo Mart

>expect to find a working quest

That's your own fault.

>>8788624

>another sap that didn't grab a beta code

>>8788624

>ed,edd'n'eddy fags still butthurt 2 years later their game was cancelled

>>8788624

The fuck are you talking about?

I have been subbed to KOTHMMO for years now.

>>8788624

>XD

It's always the Newfags who don't realize we've got a dedicated /v/ group.

>>8773576

>getting to level 68 on the meme class

Did you ever wonder why they might not have finished Buckley's questlines?

The whole class is a joke. Did you just not notice that Buckley never gets any balance passes?

Also

>2016

>Hanks that don't have Meatloaf Sandwich yet

I know it's hard to get but that's the life you chose. Stop slacking.

Ancientfag here played back when Cotton killed fity men, before the infamous shins nerf happened.

I kinda want to hop back in, is there anyone in the current meta with a similar playstyle?

>>8792639

>wanting to play watered down moba shit

Leave while you're ahead

>>8792672

What nigger? You playing some cheap spinoff or something? This game is a MMO

wtf there no king of the hill game, this thread is bait

>>8792688

you fucking wish. This shit doesn't deserve to be called an mmo. Try a real MMO like EEDO, kid.

>>8792761

>EEDO

>Where the entire goal is to scam other factions

>Not a glorified MOBA

Shill harder.

>>8796624

>>8792761

Both games are shit and their popularity led to the downfall of actually good mmos like Seinfeld online.

Wow, when did they release this game? I can't find anywhere to download it could someone please help me.

>>8796943

>He didn't sign up for the beta

>>8796943

Ok ill spoonfeed you faggots a little bit

Try the darknet

>>8803039

>highest DPS in the game

Yeah, no. Buffalo Bill is a great tank, but all his defense is physical. A decent Peggy/Luanne team with a pocket Lenore would wreck him.

>>8803159

say that to my face not on 8chan and see what happens you fucking Peggyfag