Lost Cause
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MY CIVILISATION SENSE IS TINGLING! SOMEONE IS TRYING TO PROSPER!
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MY CIVILISATION SENSE IS TINGLING! SOMEONE IS TRYING TO PROSPER!
9 yrs ago
And now for something less deep: goo.gl/nhVnf0
9 yrs ago
Never invade Russia in the winter.
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So my laptop is now a really expensive paperweight. Fuck.
9 yrs ago
So much philosophy I feel like I've got my head stuck in an ice cream koan.
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No, sadly I haven't played Advent.
Especially when it's already been established that said museum lobby is full of armed guards.
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For those of you not in the know, this is Miku:
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Cake said her anger burning brighter then his dumb ass ghetto ginger(calling this now i chose this because im a ginger.) flame hair.
I'm not sure we're big on people claiming "N Word" Privileges.
Nintendo only or any video game character?
It helps that ZX is the only game in the series I've played.
Lydian Private Music Academy Dorm
The phone rang, shattering the stillness of the summer evening.
Slowly, Hibiki sat up and started fumbling around trying to find it while still half asleep, before grabbing it, nearly dropping it off the bed, and catching it again. She opened the message, and her face seemed to turn a bit grim.
A pair of hands reached up behind Hibiki and tried to pull her back down into bed. Of course, “tried” implies that she managed to resist being dragged down onto the mattress with a thump.
“Something wrong?” Miku asked as she rolled up to Hibiki. Hibiki blushed. A lot.
“I don’t think so. I gotta go to work though.” She sighed as she pulled herself clear and started to get dressed.
Museum Island
There was a brief crackle in the air as Hibiki’s MPS dropped her into the museum. Literally. She materialised a good foot or two off the ground and landed on her behind with a thud. Wincing slightly, she stood up and tried to work out both where she was, and who had sent the callout.
The phone rang, shattering the stillness of the summer evening.
Slowly, Hibiki sat up and started fumbling around trying to find it while still half asleep, before grabbing it, nearly dropping it off the bed, and catching it again. She opened the message, and her face seemed to turn a bit grim.
A pair of hands reached up behind Hibiki and tried to pull her back down into bed. Of course, “tried” implies that she managed to resist being dragged down onto the mattress with a thump.
“Something wrong?” Miku asked as she rolled up to Hibiki. Hibiki blushed. A lot.
“I don’t think so. I gotta go to work though.” She sighed as she pulled herself clear and started to get dressed.
Museum Island
There was a brief crackle in the air as Hibiki’s MPS dropped her into the museum. Literally. She materialised a good foot or two off the ground and landed on her behind with a thud. Wincing slightly, she stood up and tried to work out both where she was, and who had sent the callout.
"I see."
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