Recieve buttsex from Phogoth Get/Give head from/to Atheon (he's made of glass) Let Scrota put an over soul in my house Explore Eris's dark below And use No land beyond in trials of Osiris. . . . Let the queens brother watch me shower. Where's the money

Admit playstation is the better console

Kiss a cobra

Play Destiny past February 17th

I'd immediately pay half it to the US government in the form of a "lottery tax" then be be placed in the highest tax bracket for the rest of my days. Invest poorly, lose my ass on stocks and startups, have to mortgage my home, eventually lose my home to the bank because those interest rates are ridiculous. I'd be on the streets, still have a gun so I'd start sticking people up to feed my children. I'd statistically stick someone up who also had a gun, and have to kill them. I'd be sentenced to 30 years with parole possible after 23. On the inside I'd meet career criminals and build relationships with them. Chuck has a wife named Emily who says she'll stay faithful but he has a bad feeling about the neighbor, Roger a single guy who inherited a fortune from his eastern European grandfather. Chuck just had a visit from his wife, his suspicions were correct she's leaving him for Roger and taking the boys to live with him in his summer home in Miami. Chucks devastated and we try to lift his spirits by joking that we'd make a pact to rob and kill Roger and take Chuck's kids back and leave the country. This gets the cogs moving and Chuck begins to hatch a plan. -23 long years go by- Chuck is there at the gate waiting for me with a sly smile on his face. "Let's do this" he says as I slide into the passenger seat of his '69 Chevelle. I remember the agreement and nod my head. We drive down to Miami through the slums in the outskirts into the city. I've never seen so many lights coming from the outer banks of North Carolina. We pull up to a skyscraper that I assume is the condo complex roger lives in. I ask Chuck which floor he's on, he simply replies, "He owns the whole -blam!-ing building." "Shit" I think to myself wondering how the hell we could pull this off. Chuck reaches down and activates the trunk release looks over with that same cheeky smile I had grew to know meant no good and said, "I brought toys." Chucks trunk looked like the armory of a military installation. You name it he had it. SAWs, m4 with launcher attachments, rpg-7s, the works. After picking my jaw up off the roadway I inquired Chuck as to what all this night would bring two convicted felons with a battalions worth of munitions. "This mother -blam!-ers been -blam!-ing my wife for 23 years and raising my kids, -blam!-ing rich prick, he deals in diamond trade from west africa and if my connections right he's got a shipment of raw diamonds coming in tonight." I looked around, there didn't seem to be a loading dock anywhere let alone room to maneuver a semi on these streets, I brought that to question. "No, he brings them in by helicopter to the roof." I -blam!-ing hate heights but I know there's no backing out now, I'm standing in downtown Miami at 11pm with an assault rifle. "Shall we?" Chuck says motioning towards the double doors with same -blam!-ing smile. "Stand back," he says as he pulls what looks like a melted chunk of plastic from his back pocket. Before I could question this mystery material Chuck tells me its an explosive called "c4" a lab synthesized compound that is highly stable unless a charge or spark is applied. "Things have changed for better or worse. This is better for us and worse for this goddamn steel door though haha. Now when we get inside its important that we get to the elevator as quick as possible so I can manually override the security before they shut us out, its the only way into the vault." I nod as he slaps the c4 onto the hinge of the door. "We may wanna stand back," he says pulling a small contraption out of his pocket and ushering me behind a concrete barrier. This contraption was new to me also, I inquired about it to Chuck. "Oh this thing, haha, dude you've been away for to long, Siri, blow this bitch." [b]BOOM![/b]the sound of the explosion seemed to assault my eardrums from every direction, reverberating off the surrounding buildings like ripples in a pond. The concussion threw me to the ground like a ragdoll. Everything seemed so distant now, the only true thing in that instant was the constant ringing. I see Chuck kneeled next to me and I see his mouth moving, but I cant hear what he's saying or respond. Suddenly it all snaps into place "...ucker get the hell up we gotta move!" I shift to my knees and grab my rifle which I had landed on after flying through the air. Chuck yanks me to my feet and we storm towards the door, or rather the smoldering gap where that 3 inch steel door had once been. A small security island stood between us and the elevator door. The sentry behind it hadn't even left his seat, he's probably never seen something to that effect either. We emerge completely into the room and the officer stumbles towards his waistband to retrieve what I could only assume was a weapon. Chuck wasn't waiting to find out, he fired two 5.56 NATO rounds into the man's chest and he slumped in his chair. I stopped, shaken from the realization of what we were doing and that a mans life had just ended before my eyes. I could only remember the man I had gunned down in my time of desperation and the tears in the eyes of his loved ones on my judgment day. I came out of the nightmare to the barrel of a rifle pointed squarely in my face. "You ain't gonna pussy out now are you man?!" I looked back at the devastation in the streets and could hear the sound of sirens, knowing there was no other way but up. We moved across the room like hellfire and pryed the door of the elevator open. "We've only got a few seconds before this this thing becomes our coffin, I've gotta hack this panel," Chuck said as he pulled a screw drive out of his pack and popped the faceplate off. "Here take my hand," I grabbed his outreached hand hand and he thrust the screw driver into the circuitry. I could feel the arc skip through my bones sticking each like a hot needle. The elevator lurched into motion and I asked why we both need to endure that. "Misery loves company I guess," he grinned. I asked why his "Siri" device couldn't have done that. "She's kind of a one trick pony." The elevator reaches the top floor, before the door even opens up I hear small arms fire peppering the door. "Haha let's go dude." As the door opens Chuck sticks the rifle barrel out and unloads the m204 launcher with damning results. The small ams fire that once emanated from that direction had ceased and was replaced by groaning. We stepped out of the elevator into a sickening sight of body parts strewn about the room. One mangled man minus his legs was crawling towards them and Chuck grabbed him from behind and turned him over. "Where's Roger?" The man looked at him with such fear as I've never seen before. And pointed to a bookcase. "Panic room?" Chuck asked. The man nodded his head violently Chuck freed him and we stepped towards it and let the man collect his belongings. "Open up -blam!- face, I've got more explosives and I know that I can drag you and that bitch outta there dead or alive." "Chuck please! Stop!" A woman's voice exclaimed from a the PA system. I could only assume this was Emily, Chucks estranged ex-wife. "Now listen sweetheart its time for justice to be served, he took the loves of my life, now I'm gonna take what he loves, where are the diamonds?" "They are on the chopper still," a mans voice this time said over the PA. "Alright -insert player name here- you confirm that and we'll be on our way." Chuck said as he reached down and and took a radio off one of the men killed in the explosion. "Radio me and let me know if he's lying." I reluctantly took the blood soaked radio and headed for the stair well. Ascending the stairs I noticed how truly out of shape I was. sucking for air, I finally reached the roof access. I had imagined a recreational helicopter would be waiting, but much to my chagrin, a dual prop transport craft was sitting on the pad. I slid open the cargo door and was greeted by duffle bags, duffle bags lined to the mother loving ceiling. I unzipped one and was awestruck, like the first time I had tits in my face in middle school. I radio to Chuck and tell him its all there. "I'll be right up, gotta deal with this first." I swallow hard, knowing what is to follow. An explosion rocks the building, a long pause fills the void of time. "-blam!-K MAN NOOO, MY BOYSS!" I could only assume the worst, Chucks kids were home for the holidays, they were cowering with there mother in the panic room waiting for there fate. "OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?" Another pause leaves me chilled to the bone. "-insert player name here- just go on get outta here I've arranged for you to meet my contact past the gulf stream about 50 miles out. Tell him I couldn't make it but you are here to collect." I distinct crack of a rifle cut through the air as I knew Chuck had just ended his nightmare. I looked to the sky, smiled that same cheeky smile I'd seen in his face a thousand times, and jumped in the pilot seat. "Now how the -blam!- do I fly this thing?" -fin-

suck a fat cock while a fat guy pisses and another fat guy vomits on you while a guy tries to shove a big fat dildo down you're dickhole and you're toes are being licked while pubic hair is bring rubbed all over you're body and you're finger nails are being pulled off and then a lot of wet, juicy shit is tipped on you then you have to start drinking it and then you go into the sewers completely naked and start drinking the sewage water then find a rat and eat its tail then go back up into the streets naked and go into mcdonalds and stick you're finger into the deep fryer then pull it out and start eating it then go to KFC and go into the toilets and start licking the toilet seats then go back home and get 10 fat guys to jizz in you're mouth and you have to swollow and then get a knife and stick the tip in you're belley button and push a little then cut off all you're eyelashes and eyebrows and then go lick you're toilet seat AND you're done

Suck a dick

Buy a Xbox one

Craziest thing? Probably to buy destiny 2..

Two chick's at the same time!

For a million dollars I would travel back in time and kill the grandfather of the founder of Activision, buy stock in Microsoft, then travel forward in time and purchase Bungie from Microsoft with the money I made from the stock before they have the chance to buy themselves back. I would then launch Destiny as the game it should have been.

I keep thinking of terrible things, realize I'd do them, then as im typing, I think of crazier, then realize I'd do that as well... and the cycle goes on. I think it'd be easier to name a list of things I [b]wouldn't [/b] do for a million dollars.... 1.)___________ ...well this is awkward.