Antarctic Termite

What Is The Avatar Above Thinking?

"Little do you know, this is a metaphor. The cigar represents truth. The dead chicken I'm offering it to represents you fucking nutclaps who won't smoke it."

I'm back losers

Welcome back m'dear

[Game!] Mines

>Continue digging straight down like I learned nothing from Minecraft

What do you call traffic through a harbour which does not accept the harbour-gender it was assigned at birth?

Transport.

Hider

It's a pun.
Because it's a port. That is also trans.

Hider

If this thread overtakes the MLP game, I'll wear a Brony avatar and sig for a year.

Are you saying if it overtakes it in post count or if it overtakes it in general activity?

@Scout

Doesn't matter now because it's not going to make either ever since the more devoted members (cough, me) lost the dedication to post three pages of spam in half an hour on a regular basis.

Bye~

The Tale of Billy Tilly

Billy Tilly decided to visit the local inn, the Ploughin' Pony. And then his skeleton burst from his body, killing him. The skeleton, now free, decided that it was about time to leave this swingin' brony sex motel and go become an economist. He went to the nearest hat shop and bought a nice black top hat with the money he got off of his old skin, several now dead hookers, and the wishes of little boys and girls. The black hat soon taught Billy Tilly's skeleton the basics of identity fraud to help his education as an economist. With his new tool, the skeleton went down the street pointing out frauds, until he pointed at a cop and was tazed right in the calcium. The men took him into the prisons but he was, however, soon released- as skeletons are very white. Now an ex-con, the skeleton wrote a book about economy from the perspective of a prison-bound human skeleton. Said book exploded in popularity and profits, inflating both his wallet and his ego. His ego got so big that it burst from his bones, killing him. Billy Tilly's ego went to find a new host, and found a small Kentucky boy named Tilly Billy who loved to play the spoons. Now, the spoons he played was a convoluted instrument that involved lining up a number couples spooning based on the pitch of their voice, and pressing them together using a complex piano-style machine that caused them to sigh, allowing the spoon player to make melodies out of sensual moans. The purchase and operating costs of this instrument had bankrupted Tilly Billy's family, but armed with Billy Tilly's demonaic ego, he went into poverty with the machine still thinking himself the best composer in the world.

>Read diary, cover of which is defaced in the shape of a bee

[Game!] Mines

>Gather the shit outta that ore
>Inventorise ore

@Antarctic Termite

>Rinse and repeat

RIP Satoru Iwata

Here's hoping that we will all one day understand.

giant robots will battle

Oooooh this is beautiful.