Aragorn said
Well an exclamation mark gets beheaded...
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Nice movie. Nice gif. 7/10
Ok, Rob, you've convinced me. I'll take back the [2] I sent in Aragorn's direction.
Aragorn said
All these names to identify people who are "different." Can we just call them people?
I was kind of thinking the same thing, honestly. :/
I was just informed that on Saturday nights/technically Sunday mornings, while I'm asleep, Henry has a tendency to "leave the room and walk around the first floor and hang out by the vending machines".
She apparently does this so often that, when she called me just now to tell me she wouldn't be home tonight, she wanted me to pass this information on to anyone who asked, since she figured people would wonder where she was if she didn't show up there one night. ...So this must be, like, routine for her. @_@
Which is especially weird given the comment earlier about how much she freaked out at the thought of someone seeing her in her pajamas... Not sure why that doesn't apply to her Saturday night 2 AM friends. ...Unless she changes out of her PJ's and into daytime clothes during this time, which would be even stranger.
She apparently does this so often that, when she called me just now to tell me she wouldn't be home tonight, she wanted me to pass this information on to anyone who asked, since she figured people would wonder where she was if she didn't show up there one night. ...So this must be, like, routine for her. @_@
Which is especially weird given the comment earlier about how much she freaked out at the thought of someone seeing her in her pajamas... Not sure why that doesn't apply to her Saturday night 2 AM friends. ...Unless she changes out of her PJ's and into daytime clothes during this time, which would be even stranger.
Echo! Echo. Echo....
Smiral said
Where's the period jokes
"He's not a serial killer, he's just fertile."
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a lot of fun with that last post. 
“Yeah man…” Muse spoke up from his position on the ground. “I think this stuff’s starting to wear off…” he told them, though the tone of his voice clearly indicated that he was still far from sober as he still carried that dazed, stoner-like disposition. Regardless, he slowly stumbled to his feet, miraculously managing to actually hold himself aloft, though things became a bit more complicated when he tried to move, as he stumbled across the undergrowth like a drunken sleepwalker. “How do I even walk with all these legs…” he asked himself as his large body swerved back and forth a few times, struggling to remain balanced.
The huntresses nodded slowly at Rae’s request, all three of them struggling to focus on the girls as it was hard for them to keep their eyes from drifting towards Muse, for multiple reasons. Eventually, the leader spoke up. “Follow us.” she told the girls, while glancing at the others from her tribe to communicate that they stay towards the back of the group, keeping an eye on the giant lizard.
They then led the girls through the jungle. The tangled weeds and undergrowth were so thick, that if the roleplayers didn’t follow in the leader’s footsteps almost exactly, there was a good chance the girls would find themselves tripping over vines or walking into stray tree branches. Muse only seemed to be able to follow along by virtue of just how massive his body was, brushing aside everything in his way. As the huntresses walked, though, they seemed to be very mindful of disturbing the forest as little as possible, moving plant life out of their way gently, and watching their step for the tiny frogs and lizards that scurried beneath their feet. The two tribal women in back actually seemed quite annoyed at Muse’s comparatively abrasive trek through the forest, though they remained silent.
After a while, the leader spoke up. “What sort of creature is your guide?” she asked. “He resembles not the beasts that inhabit these jungles.”
——
GM hardly seemed at all focused on the two roleplayers anymore. His sharp, almost vengeful-looking eyes glared intensely at MK as MK stared back at him, the cat’s claws visibly protruding from his soft paws and scraping the ground beneath them as his puffed-up body stood bravely against the Godmodder, his tail flicking behind him eagerly. For at least two full seconds, their eyes remained locked, each seemingly trying to intimidate the other as they waited to see who would make the first move… Until several blobs of terribad suddenly rained from the sky, their combined size, weight, and unexpectedness enough to knock the scrawny GM off his feet as he toppled underneath the horrid mixture, his body covered all at once in an awful slurry of assorted feline guts. And like that one strange housecat you have at home who bursts out of the room at the speed of light when you turn a lamp on, MK Ultra made a hasty dash towards the roleplayers as the concoction came splattering down.
Having been extinguished for only a mere second, GM’s flaming eye-aura burst back to life as he opened his one eye, singeing a good portion of the green goop off of the side of his face. He could be heard spitting, hacking and gagging as he pulled himself to his feet, struggling to remove any last trace of the awful failure of homemade cream-of-kitten soup from his mouth. He brought a hand up to his face to wipe some of the slop off of his right eye, which then opened to match the other one as the visible portions of his face remained covered in seething anger. “Oh that fucking does it…” he growled, before furiously chasing after the group at superhuman speed.
The huntresses nodded slowly at Rae’s request, all three of them struggling to focus on the girls as it was hard for them to keep their eyes from drifting towards Muse, for multiple reasons. Eventually, the leader spoke up. “Follow us.” she told the girls, while glancing at the others from her tribe to communicate that they stay towards the back of the group, keeping an eye on the giant lizard.
They then led the girls through the jungle. The tangled weeds and undergrowth were so thick, that if the roleplayers didn’t follow in the leader’s footsteps almost exactly, there was a good chance the girls would find themselves tripping over vines or walking into stray tree branches. Muse only seemed to be able to follow along by virtue of just how massive his body was, brushing aside everything in his way. As the huntresses walked, though, they seemed to be very mindful of disturbing the forest as little as possible, moving plant life out of their way gently, and watching their step for the tiny frogs and lizards that scurried beneath their feet. The two tribal women in back actually seemed quite annoyed at Muse’s comparatively abrasive trek through the forest, though they remained silent.
After a while, the leader spoke up. “What sort of creature is your guide?” she asked. “He resembles not the beasts that inhabit these jungles.”
——
GM hardly seemed at all focused on the two roleplayers anymore. His sharp, almost vengeful-looking eyes glared intensely at MK as MK stared back at him, the cat’s claws visibly protruding from his soft paws and scraping the ground beneath them as his puffed-up body stood bravely against the Godmodder, his tail flicking behind him eagerly. For at least two full seconds, their eyes remained locked, each seemingly trying to intimidate the other as they waited to see who would make the first move… Until several blobs of terribad suddenly rained from the sky, their combined size, weight, and unexpectedness enough to knock the scrawny GM off his feet as he toppled underneath the horrid mixture, his body covered all at once in an awful slurry of assorted feline guts. And like that one strange housecat you have at home who bursts out of the room at the speed of light when you turn a lamp on, MK Ultra made a hasty dash towards the roleplayers as the concoction came splattering down.
Having been extinguished for only a mere second, GM’s flaming eye-aura burst back to life as he opened his one eye, singeing a good portion of the green goop off of the side of his face. He could be heard spitting, hacking and gagging as he pulled himself to his feet, struggling to remove any last trace of the awful failure of homemade cream-of-kitten soup from his mouth. He brought a hand up to his face to wipe some of the slop off of his right eye, which then opened to match the other one as the visible portions of his face remained covered in seething anger. “Oh that fucking does it…” he growled, before furiously chasing after the group at superhuman speed.
xcalx1dw said
If someone ever did that I would...Well, I dunno know. It's past my barrier. Dark things indeed
Well.
My initial reaction was like
Followed closely by
Before I really started ranting like
And when she refused to listen to reason I was eventually just like
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