kadrin

Today, my Adelaide friends and I played a game of Happy Birthday, Robot! I would link to IPR, where I got it, but the site appears to be down at the moment. Happy Birthday, Robot! is a fun and innocent party game, where the players co-operate to create a story about a robot's birthday. Naturally, the attempt of three hardcore gamers in their late twenties at that time of the night where everything is hilarious was much, much more horrible than the usual happy fun times schoolchildren would enjoy. Our finished product is reproduced here to stand for all time as a terrible warning.

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Happy birthday, Robot!

Today Robot has been promised a delectable morsel of gelatinous stock cubes.

But his feisty mother and her legion of lovers had toast.

Robot cried mercy for the toast, it was feeble and un-buttered, but it deserved better.

His mother laughed at Robot's tears, and tasted them; they were wonderful, like candy.

Suddenly, Sean Connery opened the door, and spoke one Scottish accented word: "Zut!"

Robot, stunned at the entrance, slapped him and ran, provoking his mother to exclaim: "Get him!"

Sean Connery found Robot and they became friends, fleeing his mother for beautiful Spain. Suddenly, the cake and punch attacked them!

Robot defeated the cake with love power, and Sean Connery drank the punch.

Sean then proposed to Robot.

The wedding band was shit.

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