Steal the Cookie (No Sign-Ups) page 95

Jeff repeats this until he gets all the cookies, then gives them to me. I then denote the cookie everyone has to steal by forcing everyone to eat their cookie, and I eat mine. The extra cookie made for the purpose of killing VoodooCoffeeGuy is the one everyone has to steal.

I then hide the cookie everyone has to steal in a bakery shop, where everyone is capable of buying only one cookie every day, and has special anti-thief technology that even prevents dimensional warping. Even though everyone knows what cookie it is, the owner doesn’t.

I blow up the bakery shop and eat the remaining cookie crumbs, then blow myself up too.

The second explosion somehow repairs the cookie, which I take. It then repairs the bakery for some reason after I leave.

I mail the cookie to an undefined location.

i trace the packet to the location and then i move it to an impenitrable fortress in an undefined location guarded by chuck norris and his dalek friends

I contact everyone on Kong to let them know Chuck Norris was explicitly used in a forum post. They finally get up from their computers and do something for once. That something is tearing down the fortress via tunnel. I find the cookie. I have the cookie.

Bob stabs you in the back and hands me the cookie
i hide the cookie in a undefined location 100 meteres above the ground guarded by Bob and his friends, the cybermen

Two words: Weeping Angels. You are dead. The Bob and cybermen guards gave the location away, and I retrieve the cookie while staying in a ghost-like state that lets me pick the cookie up, but pass through walls, statues, etc.

I convert the cookie to that ghostmode thingy, preventing everyone but the dead from getting the cookie.

I use my witchcraft powers and go into the deadworld, taking the cookie and then going back into the world of living.
I then eat the cookie again.

Mm…omnomnomnomm~

You fool! That cookie was supposed to kill VoodooCoffeeGuy, and it killed you!

I use Equivalent Exchange to conjure a new cookie, then hide it in a safe.

The safe which happens to be where I, too, am hiding with a sexy nurse after she patched up my back.
Thanks for the cookie!

Equivalent Exchange turns the Nurse into an Eldrich Abomination that attacks you. You forget about the cookie as you flee from it.

I give the cookie to H.P. Lovecraft’s ghost.

I, disguised as the ghost of Robert E. Howard, borrow the cookie from my deceased colleague.

I hide the cookie in an ocean of identical wax cookies.

That ocean of identical wax cookies was actually testing for high-level fire magic. Because I had the idea to fireproof the cookie beforehand, I find it slightly burnt. The wax somehow disappeared after melting, too.

I hide the cookie around several identical cookies.

i murder everyone with my emperor powers and take the cookie

You see, you did not take the right cookie. For that (and because you reminded me why I want a public mute button on the forums, along with going off-topic), the cookie sends you to an alternate dimension where you are tortured. There will be no death for you, just torture until the end of time.

The cookie is still around the identical cookies. Only riddleschool will be sent to the alternate dimension from getting the wrong cookie.

me and razer of robot wars take all the cookies you have placed and hide them behind a army of robots of robot wars in a secret place of mine

This entire 95-page thread of FGFers fighting amongst themselves for the cookie has been orchestrated by me all along, down to the very last action. In preperation for this moment, I have replaced all of scorpion’s robots with robots loyal to and controlled by me.

They kill him and I take the cookie.

The robots were traps set up by me, who then promptly go on suicide runs to kill the person controlling them.

I give the cookie to the Legions of Hell.

I telport the cookie into my hands, throw the cookie in a empty field.

The legions of hell were also teleported to your location, and now guard the empty field. They also killed you.

The cookie is guarded by the legions of hell.

I am a Prince of Hell.
I take it.

I kill the other Princes of Hell, and demand the legions of hell to guard it for me.

The demon king, a close friend of mine, demands the legions of hell give the cookie to me. They obey unquestionably, and the demon king kills you for killing your brothers.

I give the cookie to the combined forces of every variation of Cthulhu.

I summon every variation of Godzilla to do battle with them, and nab the cookie in the confusion.

I hide the cookie under my bed.

During the battle between the Cthulhus and Godzillas, your house was crushed by a dead Godzilla, destroying the cookie.

I revive the cookie using eldritch magic, then chuck it to the farthest reaches of outer space, with my throw unable to be altered. If you try to grab it on Earth, you’ll get a cookie-shaped hole through your hand.