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    1. Master Crim 12 yrs ago

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2 yrs ago
Current The proof of a healthy mind is not its ability to solve the problems that are before it, but the subconscious understanding not to for the sake of health itself.
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7 yrs ago
Ever look back on your old PM and think "Man that was the shit! Why did we stop?"
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8 yrs ago
As the bowl of patunias would say, as it falls through the air to meet the planet's hard rocky surface: "Not again."
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8 yrs ago
Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No says the man in Washington it belongs to the poor. No says the man in the Vatican it belongs to God. No says the man in Moscow it belongs to everyone
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11 yrs ago
Talking in riddles is fun. Putting them to poem is better. Presentation is the key.

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Paradigm Shift said
I think it was- you sit in the chair and use a footrest instead of sit on the floor and use the chair as one :pUnless you are diddling yourself as you say in which case carry on~


Yes to the first, no to the last.
Flop into chair, set feet on rest then SURPRISE!!! and throw confetti.
Carantathraiel said
*throws confetti* huzaah.*flops onto the floor and puts feet on chair*


Pretty sure, with my 19 years of expert experience, it is done the other way around, and with an footrest.
Kyelin said
Unwavering, the side of Leonard's mouth just twitched at the mention of his son. Combined with his haggard face, he looked more dead than alive, but still somehow managed to gather his senses enough to show in the PI with a simple hand motion. They both entered the house, and he silently clicked the door shut. It was a humble home, with knickknacks and simple furniture doting the place. They both sat at the table in the kitchen, with Leonard looking down at his hands, sitting calmly in his lap. After a long silence, he finally spoke, still watching his hands."My son had never been like this before. He was just an ordinary kid. He chased girls, tried to get into college, and hung out with his friends. Just a normal kid, like anyone else. Then, a few days ago..." Leonard clenched his jaws, and his hands became fists, balled white. "He left his computer on, that morning. Was in a rush to get to school, for some reason. I went into his room, when I saw it on, to turn it off. He'd left it on a game called Synapse Surge. Some sort of racing game, from what Adrian told me. On the screen, there were chat messages, from a friend called DreyerTofu322. They were discussing some sort of forum, about hacking. Needed Adrian to do something..."The grieving father ran his hands over his face, tired and extremely agitated. "Then, I got a call. said I need to go to the high school right away. My son was in danger, apparently. Then... Well, you read the news, right? People still do that? You know the rest of the story." Leonard looked up, his eyes red and wet. "I want you to find out what drove my son to do what he did that morning. He'd never do anything like that. I don't know if he was on drugs, or in a gang, whatever. I just need to know. Please."


Cain entered his client's house after being waved in by Leonard, who looked quite troubled by the whole thing, and proceeded to sit at their table. Cain sat in silence with Leonard waiting for him to open up his grieving shell to explian some of the details of what is going on with the case. He found it better to let the client talk first rather than asking a bunch of question, especially when it comes to a lost friend or family member. As usual it took a few minutes, but Leonard came around to talking him through his thoughts, concerns and leading up to the event.

After Leonard explained himself Cain nodded. "I will help in anyway I can." He said. "I will need to ask a few questions, then; if you don't mind, have a look around." Cain produced a tablet device before continuing. "You said he acted completely normal even up to the morning he left for school, nothing changed say in his Cloud usage, places he spent time after school? Do you know if there is anyone who might force him to do this other than the messages you found? Did Adrian take any medications or have a history of behavioral issues?" Cain needed to cover his bases and make sure he knew ss much as possible about Adrian.

After getting his questions answered Cain stood andthanked Leonard and asked looking arou d the quaint house. "May we go take a look in his room? There might be clues there that coyld aid in my investigations." Accessing his mental Systems he contacted Trojan.
>Trojan I need you to find something for me.
>>What do you need Heracious?
>Find what you can on DreyerTofu322.
>>On it boss.
Yeah!
I think... I dont follow Football(Soccer) sorry, but I will cheer with you!
Mistress Dizzy said
Kijani smiled at Marcus' compliment, and looked to Warden. "It's poison, dear. Makes the muscles lock up, but does not kill. Sometimes a live hostage is more use than a dead enemy." Cracking her knuckles, she continued to explain. "Well, Warden, there was a time when food came from animals and plants, instead of chemical factories. It had to be grown from dirt, in the ground! I know it sounds odd, but in the past, there was health in the soil, enough to make plants grow high, like the highest of buildings!" She raised her arms up, obviously getting into the story-telling. "The animals would be fed the plants, and the animals would be killed to make food for the people. But then there were too many people, and too few animals. When fully synthetic foods became cost effective, the majority of the Earth and colonies switched to that. True-grown food became a luxury. It is wonderful. One day, perhaps, I will let you have a tasty dinner. A sandwich of real chicken or ham, or beef, and... I think ice cream made from a real, living cow's milk." Her gaze turned, to eye Marcus with interest. "And perhaps for us, a nice thick steak, vegetables, and a glass of amazing, precolonial wine... I have a bottle stored away for a special ocassion. Perhaps... we could make one."


Marcus smirked at the thought of having a high end dinner with Kijani and may have day dreamed more about it, but something down the corridor caught his attention. A large door, closed, with a sign reading "Armory". He stopped once the reached the door. "Here we are! All we need is-" Marcus was cut off by the familiar sound of heavy foot fall followed by a thud. "I thought this was a prison transfer not an exotic animal freighting service." He whispered before turning to Warden. "Sweet heart can you get this door open like with the control room, but quietly?" Marcus said softly. He didn't know what was near but he wanted to make sure they coyld kill if they needed to.
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!
+1 For America!
Not saying I believe that I am a night time black ops agent but it would make sense... some times I wake up sore and others with bruised knuckles, and if they accomplish this transformation through spinal implants that would explain why I have back problems.

Scary @_@
You will need a search warrant, Athos, before you can look through that house and an arrest warrant to apprehend Essa. You can't just do those things, there is a lot of paperwork involved before you can do stuff, and to get these things you will need solid evidence not a "hunch"
I should have a post up by the end of Saturday, but I can't make any promises with a baseball game and fireworks tomorrow and another baseball game on Saturday.
Yeah it's not that it would ruin anything they just are too far out to see and be able to say "hay that's a ship!" Right now they would just look like any other star.
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