#JusticeForGuthix
HereComesTheSnow Member
dehydration expert
STATUS: all i've been trying to say is that Ethical Corruption has never been tried before you don't need to yell at me 21 days ago
- Last Seen: 44 min ago
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
- Posts: 4030 (0.93 / day)
- VMs: 4
-
Username history
- HereComesTheSnow 12 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
vue2026,
Cherrytree,
RPM,
Hibachi90,
tadcfnaf,
Blair,
Raineh Daze,
Plank Sinatra,
cosmiccowgirl,
sillykins
Status
Recent Statuses
21 days ago
Current
all i've been trying to say is that Ethical Corruption has never been tried before you don't need to yell at me
1
like
2 mos ago
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
3
likes
3 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.
4 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
6
likes
5 mos ago
I'm like the "conspicuously modded with multiple trojan backdoors skyrim save on your friend's screenshare stream" of white boys
4
likes
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
<Snipped quote by HereComesTheSnow>
... The hell did I just watch?
Ａ Ｅ Ｓ Ｔ Ｈ Ｅ Ｔ Ｉ Ｃ
L E T S M A K E T H I S G A M E
A E S T H E T I C
E
S
T
H
E
T
I
C
Really helps put everything into perspective
*teleports behind u*
Work.
Luke Schwarz — 0-60 mph
It was as if they had been waiting for their resolution. Like the whole room had been listening in for the plan, and as soon as it had been aired, it all burst into motion.
The plan wasn't going to be put to the test, but rather pop-quizzed.
!
!!!
"Watch out!" he called, backpedaling even as a Griever's grabbing swipe fell short of his face by a mere half-second. ell, more accurately, it probably was trying to grab at his throat...
Same basic idea either way!
Eyes flicking across the field as he completed a one man Boke-Tsukkomi routine, he answered the swipe with an emphatic punt that more reminiscent of a Messi than a Jose Aldo, but would serve the desired purpose all the same. Either force it back, or hit it really hard in the face.
Technically, it was faster along a linear path, so kicking like a soccer striker as opposed to an MMA striker might have actually—
Wait, these three weren't alone!
Things were getting hectic, and the hapless hunter was having all but a hernia trying to keep up. Stalking towards the trio was a pair of giant, nasty looking rats the size of wild hogs...
It was getting too crowded in here, and those two looked the meanest. At the point of the group, even after drawing back, Luke realized that he was in the way of the three attacking, with his team behind him at either side. That meant for the moment, at least, they were alright if he held them off.
Alright, and able to work freely.
Something resembling inspiration lit up his head.
"Stick to the plan! Cian! Take the two big ones out first!"
Even as he barked the order, he surged forward with a war cry and arms spread wide, all but charging the three Grievers to meet them head on, and as far from his team as he could help. If he could at least keep the three busy long enough for Cian to put a few rounds in the Scavengers' heads, they had already made the situation much more manageable. If he kept his wits about him, he could fend the three little ones off for that long without major issue.
Probably.
D R O P P E D
Tsunderes vs. rich fucks for the finals
@Silvan Haven
Jason Alexander
You know, there are a few things I don't appreciate about life. I think I've made that fairly clear, but it's always smart to repeat what you know. They say it helps with memory. So yeah, there's plenty I'm not fond of when it comes to living on this world. I believe I've touched upon a particular category, too.
Illegitimate things. Ungenuine things. Lies. Deceptions that only exist to hurt, and even deceptions that exist to, in a sickening, misguided manner, help. I hate them all to the bone, and it's only corroborated by my seeing them day in and day out. They're a cancer upon society, growing, multiplying, and spreading unchecked at everything else's expense, crippling the entire system. It's as natural a response to hate them, in my mind, as it is to hate a horde of locusts, or a miasma of malaria or toxic gas. Their very existence is a terrible thing, and can destroy like nothing else.
So you'd think, then, that the peaceful, glorious, and absolutely amazing call of sleep would be a much-needed reprieve from a world inundated by what I hate. After all, sleep's the consciousness's retreat inwards, away from interacting with any other person's facades and machinations. Should be paradise, right?
That's the thinking that would cow and hold great power over the uninitiated. But I'm initiated, aren't I? A member of the League of Solitude, oxymoronic in name and powerless against the hands of fate.
No, sleep is probably where the worst lies of all come. I appreciate the rest and relaxation. I appreciate the rejuvenation of my body and organization of thoughts and memories after a long day.
But I have a love-hate relationship, as it were, with dreams. I won't lie, I'm probably at my happiest when I experience them. However:
Of my own accord, I rose from my bed, groggily looking around a room I couldn't quite identify. That was strange, I could have sworn I'd been in club all but two seconds ag—
...
That moment, right there, is where I always end up cursing the very existence of dreams. People who believe nightmares to be bad, to be a torment, don't look at the big picture in any capacity. Nightmares are brief periods of fear that you wake up from, and that's it. It's over, the bad things are done, and a sense of relief washes over you.
"Good" dreams on the other hand, they show you a different world. A place where you have friends you can count on, fantastic situations to topple with ease or a spirited, victorious struggle, power beyond your wildest dreams, or love from an ideal partner. A positive take upon a world, a place you'd always much rather be, having the understanding that, yes, this is a great time, with great people, and great things happening to you and around you. And then, much like the bad dreams, you wake up from them. And that's it. The good things are done.
"Fuck."
I hope it's clear just how much crueler one is than the other. What's really more painful, honestly? Pain and then relief? Or relief tailed by pain? By longing? By wishing for something that doesn't exist, that never existed, that was all just a lie you told to keep your mind entertained while you slept?
I thought so.
Rolling out of the bed proper, I looked over to Lux's.
Gone. Of course. Rising early to get morning training or whatever in's probably ingrained so hard it's a quarter of his identity at this point. No surprise there. I could already guess what the note said, too. It was right around the time where we were to be running low on pooled spending cash, so I had it at pretty good odds he was at the job board we'd waded through a throng to find two days ago. Hopefully, he'd pick something easy, but realistically, he wasn't going to when he could shoot for glory and save as many people as possible from something like a dragon.
I looked to my sword.
Since I was gonna do a job one way or the other, I supposed I should be prepared to do it quickly and efficiently, to minimize time and energy wasted on it.
And that meant keeping a katana, which I'd learned requires more care than I'd say it's worth, in top condition, as well as myself.
...Breakfast first, then. Empty stomach is a shitty stomach.
I wandered downstairs to the inn's first floor.
Jason Alexander
You know, there are a few things I don't appreciate about life. I think I've made that fairly clear, but it's always smart to repeat what you know. They say it helps with memory. So yeah, there's plenty I'm not fond of when it comes to living on this world. I believe I've touched upon a particular category, too.
Illegitimate things. Ungenuine things. Lies. Deceptions that only exist to hurt, and even deceptions that exist to, in a sickening, misguided manner, help. I hate them all to the bone, and it's only corroborated by my seeing them day in and day out. They're a cancer upon society, growing, multiplying, and spreading unchecked at everything else's expense, crippling the entire system. It's as natural a response to hate them, in my mind, as it is to hate a horde of locusts, or a miasma of malaria or toxic gas. Their very existence is a terrible thing, and can destroy like nothing else.
So you'd think, then, that the peaceful, glorious, and absolutely amazing call of sleep would be a much-needed reprieve from a world inundated by what I hate. After all, sleep's the consciousness's retreat inwards, away from interacting with any other person's facades and machinations. Should be paradise, right?
That's the thinking that would cow and hold great power over the uninitiated. But I'm initiated, aren't I? A member of the League of Solitude, oxymoronic in name and powerless against the hands of fate.
No, sleep is probably where the worst lies of all come. I appreciate the rest and relaxation. I appreciate the rejuvenation of my body and organization of thoughts and memories after a long day.
But I have a love-hate relationship, as it were, with dreams. I won't lie, I'm probably at my happiest when I experience them. However:
Of my own accord, I rose from my bed, groggily looking around a room I couldn't quite identify. That was strange, I could have sworn I'd been in club all but two seconds ag—
...
That moment, right there, is where I always end up cursing the very existence of dreams. People who believe nightmares to be bad, to be a torment, don't look at the big picture in any capacity. Nightmares are brief periods of fear that you wake up from, and that's it. It's over, the bad things are done, and a sense of relief washes over you.
"Good" dreams on the other hand, they show you a different world. A place where you have friends you can count on, fantastic situations to topple with ease or a spirited, victorious struggle, power beyond your wildest dreams, or love from an ideal partner. A positive take upon a world, a place you'd always much rather be, having the understanding that, yes, this is a great time, with great people, and great things happening to you and around you. And then, much like the bad dreams, you wake up from them. And that's it. The good things are done.
"Fuck."
I hope it's clear just how much crueler one is than the other. What's really more painful, honestly? Pain and then relief? Or relief tailed by pain? By longing? By wishing for something that doesn't exist, that never existed, that was all just a lie you told to keep your mind entertained while you slept?
I thought so.
Rolling out of the bed proper, I looked over to Lux's.
Gone. Of course. Rising early to get morning training or whatever in's probably ingrained so hard it's a quarter of his identity at this point. No surprise there. I could already guess what the note said, too. It was right around the time where we were to be running low on pooled spending cash, so I had it at pretty good odds he was at the job board we'd waded through a throng to find two days ago. Hopefully, he'd pick something easy, but realistically, he wasn't going to when he could shoot for glory and save as many people as possible from something like a dragon.
I looked to my sword.
Since I was gonna do a job one way or the other, I supposed I should be prepared to do it quickly and efficiently, to minimize time and energy wasted on it.
And that meant keeping a katana, which I'd learned requires more care than I'd say it's worth, in top condition, as well as myself.
...Breakfast first, then. Empty stomach is a shitty stomach.
I wandered downstairs to the inn's first floor.
© 2007-2026