HereComesTheSnow Member
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STATUS: Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric 1 mo ago
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Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric
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2 mos ago
Takeru Segawa is the type of man they made myths out of. Intensely privileged to be able to say I watched him burn so bright as he did before going out with a win. I’ll miss you, hero.
3 mos ago
a frayed thread on the colorful tapestry of our existence, begging to be yanked until the whole thing unravels, a suggestive, inviting golden glow around the idea of leaking my buddy's DMs to his wife
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I'm like the "conspicuously modded with multiple trojan backdoors skyrim save on your friend's screenshare stream" of white boys
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5 mos ago
Completely fucking up my field sobriety test as i clamber out of the honda fit i've wrapped around a lightpost, staggering everywhere, before finally scoring a big fat goose egg on the breathalyzer
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<Snipped quote by HereComesTheSnow>
It is really fucking Neato.
Neat
Need to get through Terraria on my new computer before the 30th.
1.3 dropping soon.
1.3 dropping soon.
It seriously wasn't?!
Are you sure it wasn't on purpose?
I'm sorry, did you stutter?
What if she was a ghost
Well that was a fun google image search for that post
Luke Schwarz--Friendly Fire
He didn't have time to stick around and find out! Even as he had just looked up, a torrent of flame was barreling towards him, a wave of sheer heat blasting his face and drying everything out in fractions of a second. Why was there so much fire inside a building?!
This place was gonna burn to the ground if something caught!
With every fiber of his being, he sprung to the side, narrowly avoiding an untimely, crispy end.
Very narrowly.
Too narrowly.
A tongue of flame managed to lick the sleeve of his near arm, and searing, stabbing pain lanced through his nervous system like lightning.
"GAAAHHH!"
He couldn't help it. Fire hurt terribly and constantly, even as it quickly began to eat through the sleeve of his hoodie and spread up the full length of his arm. In those moments, he forgot everything. The fight, his enemies, even how to land on his feet.
One of those things happened to be a blessing in disguise. Hitting the ground on his side, he tumbled into an inelegant barrel roll, smothering the fire to a degree. Not entirely, but enough to quickly regain his senses and tear the afflicted sleeve away, tossing it behind him and letting it die of its own accord.
It was right about then that his teammate began trying to bisect him with Byakko.
Letting out an inarticulate cry of fright and surprise (read: "UWAAAH!" ), he sidestepped again as he rose, awkwardly kicking at the weapon during its meteoric arc to try and knock it as far from him as possible. He needed to get out of here! At least, he needed to put enough distance between her and him to get his head straight!
As straight as it could get with a charred arm, anyway...
Turning, running, and putting a good 25 or so feet between the two, he offered his arm a momentarily glance to asses the damage...
Red. Blistered. Bloody. Skin reduced to tatters. Splotches of leathery White. Wet. An arm suffering from the effects of deadly heat, and constantly stinging just from the air it was surrounded by. Already healing, but still in all sorts of trouble. And this arm was attached to him.
His skin turned a deathly pale, and he truly learned the meaning of the phrase "butterflies in my stomach".
Breath coming in ragged gasps, he tried to shake it off as best he could as he looked up to the two forces of opposition still in his way.
What can I do now?
He didn't have time to stick around and find out! Even as he had just looked up, a torrent of flame was barreling towards him, a wave of sheer heat blasting his face and drying everything out in fractions of a second. Why was there so much fire inside a building?!
This place was gonna burn to the ground if something caught!
With every fiber of his being, he sprung to the side, narrowly avoiding an untimely, crispy end.
Very narrowly.
Too narrowly.
A tongue of flame managed to lick the sleeve of his near arm, and searing, stabbing pain lanced through his nervous system like lightning.
"GAAAHHH!"
He couldn't help it. Fire hurt terribly and constantly, even as it quickly began to eat through the sleeve of his hoodie and spread up the full length of his arm. In those moments, he forgot everything. The fight, his enemies, even how to land on his feet.
One of those things happened to be a blessing in disguise. Hitting the ground on his side, he tumbled into an inelegant barrel roll, smothering the fire to a degree. Not entirely, but enough to quickly regain his senses and tear the afflicted sleeve away, tossing it behind him and letting it die of its own accord.
It was right about then that his teammate began trying to bisect him with Byakko.
Letting out an inarticulate cry of fright and surprise (read: "UWAAAH!" ), he sidestepped again as he rose, awkwardly kicking at the weapon during its meteoric arc to try and knock it as far from him as possible. He needed to get out of here! At least, he needed to put enough distance between her and him to get his head straight!
As straight as it could get with a charred arm, anyway...
Turning, running, and putting a good 25 or so feet between the two, he offered his arm a momentarily glance to asses the damage...
Red. Blistered. Bloody. Skin reduced to tatters. Splotches of leathery White. Wet. An arm suffering from the effects of deadly heat, and constantly stinging just from the air it was surrounded by. Already healing, but still in all sorts of trouble. And this arm was attached to him.
His skin turned a deathly pale, and he truly learned the meaning of the phrase "butterflies in my stomach".
Breath coming in ragged gasps, he tried to shake it off as best he could as he looked up to the two forces of opposition still in his way.
What can I do now?
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