Pausing to give the illusion that it is a long flight.
*Cracks Whip!* Post people! I will do the same, possibly with another Freedom Ringa post tomorrow.
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I'm tempted to say "I've lost better friends than you" to a lote of people lately. I'm not sure what I ever want to say to the better friends that I've lost, though.
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I'm tempted to say "I've lost better friends than you" to a lote of people lately. I'm not sure what I ever want to say to the better friends that I've lost, though.
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Twelve years ago, I said something on this website that continues to embarrassing me to this day. I was a stupid kid, like most, but I've never quite gotten the taste out of my mouth. Anyone who knew me at the time can tell you about it.
I love this website. I'm pretty sure my phylactery is stored wherever the webserver is and a significant chunk of me will just disappear when it ceases operation. Until then, it comforts me. I should go to the hardware store and paint my bedroom walls with the same soft, brownish grey that the background color has been for the last twelve years. Some of my friends can't wait for the site to go offline but I don't know of any other places that offer the same sense of community.
I'm an omni-gamer. I like board games, tabletop roleplaying games, admire tabletop war games, suck at riddles, and have an absurd library of video games. Survival horror is basically my favorite genre. Otherwise I'm a fan of esoteric, occult bullshit and punk rock. But disco's cool. Disco is what humanity sounds like when it chooses to be happy. Between you and I, I'd like to hope that the days of my life can sparkle like a disco ball, accreting like sparks from a grinder held up against the unwavering dark of deaths own shadow. Burn baby burn.
You and I, we're gonna die. We should be friends first, though. Write some checks we can't cash and make eachother smile. Make believe for a while.
I love this website. I'm pretty sure my phylactery is stored wherever the webserver is and a significant chunk of me will just disappear when it ceases operation. Until then, it comforts me. I should go to the hardware store and paint my bedroom walls with the same soft, brownish grey that the background color has been for the last twelve years. Some of my friends can't wait for the site to go offline but I don't know of any other places that offer the same sense of community.
I'm an omni-gamer. I like board games, tabletop roleplaying games, admire tabletop war games, suck at riddles, and have an absurd library of video games. Survival horror is basically my favorite genre. Otherwise I'm a fan of esoteric, occult bullshit and punk rock. But disco's cool. Disco is what humanity sounds like when it chooses to be happy. Between you and I, I'd like to hope that the days of my life can sparkle like a disco ball, accreting like sparks from a grinder held up against the unwavering dark of deaths own shadow. Burn baby burn.
You and I, we're gonna die. We should be friends first, though. Write some checks we can't cash and make eachother smile. Make believe for a while.
Most Recent Posts
"Oomf!"
I'm getting tired of getting by by fighting off mob men. They're like the stuffed animals of the criminal world. Every time you use a little pressure, they make about four different sounds. I've heard the Joker makes about three. A laugh, a monologue, and the sound of chaos. I hear that I make about five: The sound of roaring engines, talking, shattering bones, snores, and eating.
As the whining of the sonic distraction began to die down and the mob men regained theid senses, I did Bruce and myself a favor. Tapping a small black button on my wrist gauntlet, I activated a small laser light at the top of my wrist's base. From there, I pointed it at the eye of the man who was staring down The Batman. The surprise, while useless to me, did buy Bruce a precious moment to make an opportunistic strike, one I'm sure he'd make.
Most people don't realize something about fighting. They don't realize how hard fighting really is. There are no 'fair fights', someone always has some sort of advantage that unlevels the playing field. It's not an art, it's a struggle for your life. So I never feel bad when I make an 'overly vicious' attack.
"Gahahahaha!" By overly vicious, I mean to say that an example would be extending my staff into the man's testicles,
I'm getting tired of getting by by fighting off mob men. They're like the stuffed animals of the criminal world. Every time you use a little pressure, they make about four different sounds. I've heard the Joker makes about three. A laugh, a monologue, and the sound of chaos. I hear that I make about five: The sound of roaring engines, talking, shattering bones, snores, and eating.
As the whining of the sonic distraction began to die down and the mob men regained theid senses, I did Bruce and myself a favor. Tapping a small black button on my wrist gauntlet, I activated a small laser light at the top of my wrist's base. From there, I pointed it at the eye of the man who was staring down The Batman. The surprise, while useless to me, did buy Bruce a precious moment to make an opportunistic strike, one I'm sure he'd make.
Most people don't realize something about fighting. They don't realize how hard fighting really is. There are no 'fair fights', someone always has some sort of advantage that unlevels the playing field. It's not an art, it's a struggle for your life. So I never feel bad when I make an 'overly vicious' attack.
"Gahahahaha!" By overly vicious, I mean to say that an example would be extending my staff into the man's testicles,
It's never too soon. That's like saying that your boat doesn't have enough water in it yet.
Byrd Man said
I don't see the need to reveal my age or location only for that information to be farmed out to companies for ad information. Just know that I live in a place that has internet/electricity and I am old enough...
He's lying! The place he's in doesn't have anything. Kurt Cobain probably wouldn't be able to get a gun to shoot himself with if he was where Byrd lives.
Zacharius said
I'm 19 and English, Ruby occasionally teases me about that. But hey, I get to drink all the tea.Hence why Danvers suggesting England is inhabited by 'brits' made me laugh, even if not technically false.
Ah, I'm fifteen and live in the USA.
Natty said
What will the Justice League and Avengers be doing though? :P I'm assuming the same?
Yeah. That makes sense. I figured we could hammer the details out in the IC.
Since YA and TT don't talk much, there's no reason they can't both go after them. And a part of each team could also work on the prisoners and other stuff. As yiu may've guessed, the 'bosses' are Mandarin and Larfleeze.
Arriving inside the Helcarrier, Kyle surged through the hall, staying directly above the floor and carrying a hard-light battering ram in front of him, charging any enemies that he'd seen within the halls of the flying headquarters. Quickly, he came inside the deck, where he saw Scott in charge. But, before he even had time to say hello, he was interrupted by a sudden message from the director of SHIELD.
"Rayner, where are you?" Instead of the usual chirp of the comm link, it came across an a static-saturated growl.
Bubbling with concern, he replied, "I'm going onto the deck, what is it?"
"They have her!" Fury barked, his voice cracking like a whip.
"Who," Kyle pleaded. "Who did they take? Maria Hill? Jessica Drew? Carol Danvers?"
"No," Fury paused, dramatically breathing. "They have Ketch."
Suddenly, Kyle's eyes exploded with surprise. He threw his jand through his hair and pulled it forward. He felt his heart skip like a jumprope after not pounding at all. But he only said three words.
"Where is she?"
"They took off heading East. Since you're the only Young Avneger who can fly, we need you to pursue them and relay your location shortly while we hold down the fort here."
Kewl. I thought you were my age, dude. Are you in America?
Too bad, too bad
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