Kaga

UNRELIABLE INTERNET

Is a thing I wanted to complain about almost an hour and a half ago.

And now I am finally able to complain.

Attack of the Lesbiatron

You don't need to feel guilty about leaving Spam. We're just an internet forum. You're not exactly obligated to come here on a regular basis or anything.

A discussion on Idle's new set.

Doivid said
no I wasn't being coy, yours isn't dr who enough. I really meant /someone/, as in we scout out someone with a super dr who looking set and make a thread about it.Let's do that.

Do we even have anyone here with a set like that?

A discussion on Idle's new set.

Doivid said
I've seen worse.And worse.How about we make a thread about someone's dr who set?

If you really want?

I mean I think everything there is to say about my set has already been said. It just didn't get its own thread.

A discussion on Idle's new set.

Does Spam really just make entire threads to comment on people's sets now?

Wow we've run out of stuff to talk about lately.

Police kill an unarmed cow

ActRaiserTheReturned said
They must worship Link from Legend of Zelda as a god. -_-

................................What?

"What? Hey? Listen" Hello!" Navi vs. Ginosaji the Spoon Demon!

The fun has been doubled!

Welcome Back to the Guild

Muse smiled internally, a warm feeling filling him as his chameleon-like eyes caught a glimpse of Rae’s smiling face as his body twisted and turned across the desert sand. He still wished he could do a bit more to help Books feel happier, though, but at least Rae felt a bit more comfortable.

Muse’s rapid footsteps slowed as he reached the desert-forest border, his short legs unable to travel as well in the thick undergrowth. Upon slithering himself into the forest, he soon came to a stop. “Welp, here we are.” he told them, lowering his body to the ground so that the girls could easily step down. He then glanced around the area, trying to get a feel for what sort of roleplay it could be. If it were a temperate forest, he perhaps would’ve assumed a wolf pack, or a medieval, or, really, it seemed lots of roleplays spent at least some time in a generic, temperate forest setting. But this wasn’t a temperate forest. Rather, it was quite clearly a dense, tropical jungle. “Hm. Hot in here.” he mused, slowly pacing around a bit to get a better look around. “Heh. Good thing I’m cold-blooded right no- ack!” he winced, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his neck. “What the hell…” he mumbled, reaching for his neck with one of his forelimbs, but his leg was just a bit too short to reach the source of the problem. “Must be bugs around here.” he commented, turning his head to reveal the dart lodged in the side of his neck.

…And then, he started to feel woozy. “Woah… dangerous bugs.” he added, pupils dilating a bit as his head and body slumped to the ground. “We should prah… puh… probble… probably watch out for the… for that…” he warned half-heartedly, his concentration clearly already slipping along with his speech.

Character Crossover Crisis City

Raineh Daze said
Vash and Archer aren't going to get on at all. This is going to be even worse than Archer and Shirou...

I had a feeling friction would start to develop between Vash and some of the other group members as soon as a mission came up that encouraged killing. At this point, Vash is almost more like an obstacle in the mission's completion rather than a group member working towards the same goal. Heh.

Welcome Back to the Guild

MK Ultra shifted his attention slightly towards the distant scream, ears and eyes perking in that direction. His purring ceased once more, and while it seemed like he was about to continue just as he’d done before, Callum’s unsure expression seemed to sway the cat not to be lazy and to actually do something. And so, the gray cat slowly rolled itself back onto its feet, getting up and walking towards the sound of the scream. After taking a few steps, it glanced behind himself to make sure Callum was following.

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“What did you just call me?” GM growled defensively, his eyes narrowed at Kole while the wolves snarled at his sides and took a step or two forward aggressively, as if their brains were directly in-sync with GM’s and all it took was an angered response from their master to set them off. “Listen kid, if anyone here is a ‘program’, it’s my pets.” he hissed, stepping forward and petting one of them on the head. “I am the programmer. Which, in a world like this, kind of makes me god, doesn’t it?” he grinned. “In fact…” he stepped even closer to Kole, now right in front of him, and a good handful of inches taller than the roleplayer as he lightly took hold of Kole’s chin, lifting his face up so his eyes met GM’s. He smiled wickedly down at Kole as he seemingly examined the roleplayer’s face. “…One could even say that you are somewhat like a program in my eyes.” he cooed. “Fairly complex program, I’ll give you that, but you’re still so… malleable. I mean, you call yourself a living thing, sure, but, what even are you? A big lump of cells holding themselves together with the instructions of a brain? And what even is a brain, then? Nothing but electrical pulses between neurons, right?” he rambled rhetorically. “So really, those neurons might as well just be a bunch of wires, or a real nice circuit-board, and it would only take a programmer like me to mess with how some of those wires are connected to suddenly completely change the device’s functions, you know? Make it do whatever I want…” he mused, running his fingers through Kole’s hair a if admiring the brain underneath.

“And you know what?” he chirped. “Sometimes, I don’t even have to manually screw with any of the software up in there. Sometimes if you push the right buttons — figurative buttons, I mean — you can make people do the craziest shit just with words and actions alone. Sometimes all it takes is good ol’ fashioned psychology to completely fuck a person over! Isn’t that hilarious?”