I mean, ideally.
One final exam down, five to go. Then year 12 and then I'm outta here.
One final exam down, five to go. Then year 12 and then I'm outta here.
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8 yrs ago
If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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8 yrs ago
Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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8 yrs ago
That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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9 yrs ago
on holiday for five days. if you need me, toss a rock into the fuckin' desert and I'll whisper in your dreams
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According to the IRC, I'm a low-grade troll. They're probably not wrong.
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Well that was the last essay about the effect of emperor Vitellius on future rebellions against the Roman principate that I'll ever write
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11 yrs ago
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SCIENTIFIC, not Latin.
get yo shit straight
mother fucker you didn't even post any
my standards are low but at least i have some
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Shuffle your music and write it down here and add "in my ass" after it
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Arise in my ass
Sheet grinder in my ass
Doll's corpse in my ass
Smells like teen spirit in my ass
The first four that turned up.
Sheet grinder in my ass
Doll's corpse in my ass
Smells like teen spirit in my ass
The first four that turned up.
Stripper name: Scot Rio Marina.
Shit, man, I wouldn't mind living there.
Just using Scot Rio gets me this, though, which is arguably funnier.
Shit, man, I wouldn't mind living there.
Just using Scot Rio gets me this, though, which is arguably funnier.
I keep thinking that Josh is about to go full anime on us and scream 'I AM THE BONE OF MY BLADE'
All good. No pressure on length so long as you can start the post with an interesting response and end it with an interesting prompt.
Maybe you... Shouldn't have left for an unspecified location then..? I'm not sure if we have any characters right now who are interested in chasing down and initiating conversation with a humanoid who's currently glowing with the fury of a thousand suns.
Try interacting with Gregory, maybe, since he still seems unaccompanied and I'm not exactly sure where he is relative to the other players.
I only posted something short because there wasn't much to say.
All good. No pressure on length so long as you can start the post with an interesting response and end it with an interesting prompt.
Posted again. Hoping to draw player attention.
Maybe you... Shouldn't have left for an unspecified location then..? I'm not sure if we have any characters right now who are interested in chasing down and initiating conversation with a humanoid who's currently glowing with the fury of a thousand suns.
Try interacting with Gregory, maybe, since he still seems unaccompanied and I'm not exactly sure where he is relative to the other players.
Shadrach blinked at the middling man, head tilted in a pose only slightly less confused than the other speaker. "What's happened?" He shrugged with a little grimace. "Iunno. I just like to see things as they are, now that I can- Not feel, nah. Just... Be aware of the space that falls into my locus of perception, now that I don't have to watch the world from inside a braincase anymore. The sensation of everythingness." The viscerality of matter, he continued, in his head, but Shadrach had already trailed away from making a point and he knew it. It didn't matter much, though. He shot another backwards glance at the pale-haired teenager. The weapon he held was no less a proclamation of anger for the fact that he was facing away from Shadrach.
"Shit, I should've been looking," he muttered, still watching the sword. And why hadn't he been? With a touch of frustration at not having thought of it before, Shadrach opened his other eyes, the ones he'd not yet grown but never intended to close again. They scattered irregularly around his neck, his palms, the temples of his skull; They opened along his arms in long, thin slits, hinting at an eye much larger than could possibly fit in a human body. They stared. They felt comfortable. Perhaps he could have improved his visual awareness less conspicuously, but this did not occur to him.
The eyes helped delocalise his awareness from everything directly in front of his face, and the first thing that struck Shadrach was motion, off to one side. With all the ineptitude of a man who had never loved ballsports, he raised his arm to snatch the object upon landing, and with all the wasted power of an amateur god, his arm burst into fleshy red tendrils that caught the object like a net and dragged it near. Shadrach made a small 'mmph' sound when he realised it was just another soulless body, and his hand wrapped itself back up, rather deformed but still mostly human. Someone like him had thrown it before they left, leaving an untidy hole in a nearby building.
"Yeah, I think I'm out too," shrugged the young man, pulling the bones from the cadaver with a thought. He clattered them gently towards the tense guy with the sword to get his attention at a safe distance. "I'm off to find somewhere quiet. Come with, if you wanna chill down. And my name was Shadrach, if you want to know." Shadrach twisted gravity relative to himself and walked up the nearest office block in a blur of liquefied deity.
He wanted to see the stars come out.
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"Shit, I should've been looking," he muttered, still watching the sword. And why hadn't he been? With a touch of frustration at not having thought of it before, Shadrach opened his other eyes, the ones he'd not yet grown but never intended to close again. They scattered irregularly around his neck, his palms, the temples of his skull; They opened along his arms in long, thin slits, hinting at an eye much larger than could possibly fit in a human body. They stared. They felt comfortable. Perhaps he could have improved his visual awareness less conspicuously, but this did not occur to him.
The eyes helped delocalise his awareness from everything directly in front of his face, and the first thing that struck Shadrach was motion, off to one side. With all the ineptitude of a man who had never loved ballsports, he raised his arm to snatch the object upon landing, and with all the wasted power of an amateur god, his arm burst into fleshy red tendrils that caught the object like a net and dragged it near. Shadrach made a small 'mmph' sound when he realised it was just another soulless body, and his hand wrapped itself back up, rather deformed but still mostly human. Someone like him had thrown it before they left, leaving an untidy hole in a nearby building.
"Yeah, I think I'm out too," shrugged the young man, pulling the bones from the cadaver with a thought. He clattered them gently towards the tense guy with the sword to get his attention at a safe distance. "I'm off to find somewhere quiet. Come with, if you wanna chill down. And my name was Shadrach, if you want to know." Shadrach twisted gravity relative to himself and walked up the nearest office block in a blur of liquefied deity.
He wanted to see the stars come out.
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One video per post pls
She seemed pretty fucking confused this time
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