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Mikasa P1000K WAKA 10" Official Adult Kickball

Official WAKA kickball- the only official ball of kickball. This is the 10" diameter version of the kickball you played with in elementary school and that WAKA currently uses on the field.

Kickball's making a comeback--and not just with kids. The Mikasa P1000K official-size adult kickball will bring you back to the playground from your childhood. It's the same size as the one you had when you were in elementary school but the competition is on a whole new level. It's the official game ball of WAKA--the World Adult Kickball Association.

[18:38] Dea Giano drops onto a bench into the lower subway station and sighs, counting her last take. "Fifty fuckin creds short...the bastard. And a pencil dick to boot," she mutters. She tucks the money in her boot, and pulls out a joint, then stands to light it at the barrel before sitting back down.

[18:42] Alex McCormick stepped down into the defunct metrak tunnel. He was jonesing for a fix, a fuck. The man had the hots for any chick with tits and legs. An ass was a plus, as long as she'd take up the backside.... Or not, he didn't care. He'd rest his hand on his pistol, he was tripping on the drug of choice these days in Midian. KAOS synthnip, XTC for a human, he liked dumping the shit on hybrids then banging them silly. It was great! He'd look towards the woman grumbling, "Need a real man to fuck, sweet cheeks?"

[18:43] Dea Giano inhales from the joint, holding it in typical fashion to permeate her senses, and watches the man descend into the lower station. She tilts her head a little, considering, wondering how much money he'd have on him. "A man with a real wallet'll do, darlin."

[18:47] Alex McCormick didn't have shit. He'd blown it all on drugs. He'd grin a bit, why the hell not bullshit his way through, "We can talk prices afterward, How about you pull out those tits and we get started?'

[18:48] Dea Giano laughs through a cloud of exhaled smoke and grins at him, her eyes glittering in the firelight. How romantic. "Pay as you go, baby. Wanna blow? Twenty up front. Full sex, a hundred. You want more than that, we'll discuss it as long as you keep the credits comin."

[18:51] Alex McCormick made a slight face at that and then scratched the back of his neck. "Tch. Why should I pay, cunt rag? I got a gun." Which at this point he was pulling from it's holster to level it on her.

[18:54] Dea Giano fumbles for the gun on her own leg, and manages to free it of the holster, but remembers she has no ammunition. Fuckin' joke by the guy who gave her the gun. This guy, however, doesn't know that. "Oh lookie here, I have one too. Wanna play chicken?"

[18:56] Alex McCormick grinned and pulled the trigger. He didn't want to hit her. Nah. He was called Deadeye because he was an artist with a pistol. Some people practiced things like flirting and socializing. Or getting an education. Alex? Tch. He was busy shooting guns and getting high. The round was aimed at the wall beside the woman's head. He was high and she had a gun. And..well .. fuckit.

[18:59] Dea Giano screams as the gun goes off, and seriously believes she's done for. She didn't even FIRE hers, just dropped it in favor of covering her ears. Not such a helpful move if you're on your way out, but just a dumb hooker, what are you gonna do? She squeezes her eyes shut, but opens them slowly as she realizes she's not dead. She stands quickly and glares at him. "You gonna fuck me if I'm dead, ya whack job?"

[19:02] Alex McCormick considers that, actually considers that for a few seconds, then tilts his head, Aiming to try and blow a hole into the girls jacket. right between the woman legs. "Then 'gain. I could always just shoot ya and fuck that hole too. Tits. Out. Now. Not gonna say it again."

[19:04] Dea Giano screams again and jumps then balls her hands into fists. She starts to shake, not...really...wanting to die, but surely not wanting to do anything this prick was saying. Okay, Dea...she thinks...distract him with boobs. yeah. That'll work. She unzips slowly, but not for want of being seductive...just because she's really hesitant. "Why don't you put that away and we can talk all civilized, hm?"

[19:07] Alex McCormick rolled his eyes, now moving this time to try and shoot the woman's left heel off, if possible. "I'm high, horny and I'll fuck ya even if I kill ya, do you really want to argue with a psychotic mother fucker pointing a loaded weapon at you? Because I mean seriously. I told you to show me your tits. Your a whore. You got a sudden case of the morals?" He was slowly starting to shrug out of his jacket.

[19:09] Dea Giano jumps, and growls in sheer pissedness. "These boots cost three hundred fuckin' credits, you loser!" She frowns at his words, her zipper halfway down her torso and blinks at his words. "No, goddammit! I want you to stop fuckin' shootin' at me!"

[19:11] Alex McCormick rolled his eyes, shooting at her other heel. "One more time, And I'll fucking shoot yer left tit. Then fuck that hole first. Breasts. Now.. wait..you know what? You have three fucking seconds to strip. And I mean I want to see tits, pussy and you on your motherfucking knees begging me not to splatter your brains. Cause if I hear -anything- else - Imma skullfuck you like it's going out of style."

[19:13] Dea Giano jumps again, the heat from that last shot searing her foot inside the worn boot. She does drop t

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J'ardling

The J'ardeen are a curious race. They are one of the only four species to make itself extinct. The most famous of these species is of course the Dodo, who spent their time trying to hug the savage apes that hunted them. Many believed that if the Dodo had arms, their lovable, but stupid, nature would have turned them into pets instead of a Sunday roast. The J'ardeen went extinct not due to wanting a hug, but due to a thirst for knowledge. Before 42, the answer to life, the universe and everything, many philosophers were still trying to find out the meaning of life. The J'ardeen were a deeply philosophical species, struggling to eat without knowing whether or the not their food would have led a richer, meaningful life had it not been slowly dissolved in its seven heeloglans. Two million years and twelve exploded brains later and a plucky young J'ardling put forward his idea. It went like this: Blarg blarg blarg blarg, quibble quibble quibble. For thoses of you that have misplaced your babel-fish goggles, that roughly translates to: The meaning of life is death. Before I continue there is something rather important you should know about the J'ardeen. They were the most stubborn race in the southern part of the rotten cabbage multiverse. This was the true cause of the Seven Moons war, despite what the Galactic Bollocks says. Galactic Bollocks is, in fact, the only bit of truth is the whole news podcast. It all started in a planetary spelling bee against Jovian. A Jovianian had correctly spelled plasmateriaquiasiterationer (Which ironically means "A stubborn or hot-headed person who cannot spell") when there was a mass outcry from the opposing J'ardlings. One bit of stubborn ignorance later and Jovian was imploded in a puff of light yellow smoke. This was the record for the shortest war of all time, 14.2 seconds. It would have been quicker, but the gunner on duty was preoccupied pondering whether his banana would have ever known true love. So, when death was put forward as the answer, there was lots of suicides and fights. Strangely, death by toaster was the most popular. This proved to be a significant problem with the answer to life, mostly due to the fact they were dead, mostly due to the lack of toast (Another popular meaning of life). This led to several other questions, the main one being: How can you live if your dead? This prompted several new books to be published, boosting the economy and allowing the J'adeen to buy more toasters, which led to more deaths. The stubbornness was almost the cause of the extinction itself, but this of course, was nothing new. They'd already been 9,619,356,144 civil wars on the planet in the short 8 billion years it's been inhabited. Many refused to believe that toast was nothing more than part of your 38 a day, arguing and fighting that it was the true meaning of life. By this time, of course, that was no body left to fight due to the fact their opponents had been turned into toasted slugs. The answer in the end was a simple one requiring simple technology. All that was needed was to sever the link between the body and the brains, killing the body whilst the brains remains active and toast-loving. Over the course of the next few years the J'adeen genetically evolved themselves into non-physical conscience beings, or "ghosts", as they were know by humans. A J'adling conscience looks like a lime green cloud of vapour, extremely similar to the gas which Teevlers (The J'adeen's organic, living vacuum cleaners) eat. This inevitably caused the extinction of the J'adeen and the rise of the Teevler army, which went on to suck up the entire left side of the Prime galaxy, 23 left socks and a baby hippo covered in peanut butter.


Smugian

A Smugian is a large green slug. It is approximately 12Dr long, and 4vtR tall. When God, or whatever it was that made the universe, created the universe it must have taken a long time. Many people think Smugia was the result of God having a break, and deciding to have a dump in the middle of the universe. Much like the Vogons, evolution took one look and the green turd crawling along the floor and decided to go have a hamburger instead. The most popular theory is their smell scared it away. Smugians do not have noses, they cannot ever smell the richest perfumes that a Dafer emits from its rear end. Unfortunately, this is why they're still here. If they had noses, it would be an inside out nose. If they had noses, their whole body would be inside out. It's a weird reflex to try and hide from a predator or anything harmful (They never use it since everything's already been killed by their stench). The slug turns itself inside out to try and protect itself from the smell. If this did happen, all it would do is trap the smell inside them, slowly killing them. If would be very unselfis