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How I came to be:
Well, once upon a time there was a bear named Simon. His girlfriend Regina broke up with him, after that he became extremely depressed. He went to the first pub he could find and drank away his misery... well, for a little bit, because he had a hangover the next morning and felt miserable. With his new found loneliness and throbbing head he trudged to the bathroom. I'm not going to tell you what happened in there... use your tainted imagination. Anyway, after finishing in the restroom he noticed a splitting pain. The pain made his throbbing head seem like a treat. Simon fell to the ground and rolled. Why you ask? I have no clue. Simon sprinted to the local hospital, yes, in this story animals have hospitals. The physician took an x-ray and told Simon that both of his livers had failed. He needed new ones. Simon thought as quickly as he could (not very fast) and devised a semi-intelligent plan. He would steal someone else's livers! His target was a colony of rabbits called "The Colony of Rabbits". Simon pillaged the colony, killing many rabbits and taking their livers (of course, Simon, being a no-waste bear ate the leftovers). After collecting 10,000 rabbit livers he went to the doctor. The doctor recommended a surgeon. Simon traveled to the surgeon. The journey seemed to last ages as Simon was bloated with rabbits, 10,000 of them. When Simon got to the surgeon he discovered that he only needed two to live. Simon was restored to his original state, well, except for his livers, which were abbit livers. Simon was bored and decided to make something with some of his spare livers. He tried to make a couch with 1,000 of his liver, but failed and ended up with me and with the remaining 8,998 livers he made a swimming pool, hence Liverpool, which is where he lived.
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An excellent idea.
The panels you need to jump on will be some hyper-durable material that can float.
The panels will be floating not on, water, but acid, and not just acid, FLAMING ACID!!!!
(We'll probably put gasoline on the acid and set it on fire)
That's how you play Extreme hopscotch.
While you're playing horrible music add "Soulja Boy"
No one classifies that as either music or pleasant.
The room should also slowly fill up with cyanide gas.
The sharks and octopuses (or octopi, whatever) will have been given an immunity shot.
The Hopscotch Over-viewing Parliament (HOP) is still debating what "Extreme Hopscotch should be defined as.
Further debating shall take place, we shall eventually come to an official decision.
A definition shall be compromised of all of our ideas.
(By the way, we're HOP)