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In Gender Game 12 yrs ago Forum: Spam Forum
Emuxe said
Sorry, Im still here. Writers block is just kicking my ass, though. I'll try get a post up after work.

Nightwing said
The same is active for me as well.

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Awesome!

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Nightwing said If I might ask, in order to help my post, would my character simply be in the town as well?I figure that would allow for some character integration.

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By all means. =]
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Halo said Does abstraction and a focus on the theoretical/hypothetical not potentially aid your problem solving skills?

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Probably, but in a different way than what I'm thinking of. When I say that my critical thinking/problem solving skills increased, I'm talking more about situational affairs, and my ability to react to matters of the physical plane on the fly.

I learn mostly through connecting thoughts, experiences, and memories. I noticed when I was very young that even things that you wouldn't think had any connection with something else, surely derives from, impacts, or is somehow related to it. Living where I do though, I never had much of a social life, and even if I did it wouldn't be a pleasant one since people in my area discriminate against people with my last name, so most of my time was devoted to learning when I was young. I was constantly in a state of absorption. Sucking in all the information around me. Remembering random bits and pieces of things I heard, even if I wasn't trying to. Sometimes these sorts of, "micro-memories", come up out of the blue, and 90% of the time relate to either my mood, or what I was thinking about. A good example would be the word, "unfettered". Surely not a word you hear every day, but last week I was searching for a word similar to undeterred, and that word popped into my head. I don't remember where, or when I heard it, but something inside just told me that it was synonymous with the type of adjective I was searching for.

Anyway, basically I was living on auto-pilot all through grade school. I even learned to, "sense", people in the halls when I started to grow more reclusive, (like I just knew who they were by the unique movements they made, or something. My whole grade was only 80 people, so there weren't any people I didn't know walking around.), because I would always walk with my head down between 7th and 8th grade, and after a while I could just tell who was who. Once I hit the 11th grade, and went to a trade school for a few hours a day, I started maturing faster, and thinking about everything differently. It was like another dimension was added to my perception of life. The physical aspect, and the relation of things in that plane, instead of just being trapped in my mind with countless random thoughts, and formulas.

It's like a computer's RAM. If you run less programs, the RAM can allocate more space to specific tasks, but if you run more programs it's going to slow the others down.
On the side of the road, by an abandoned house, sits an old ford ranger.

The sun drops a little lower in the sky, as Willis spots the truck.

"There it is Jane!"

*Willis notices he's shouting, and lowers his voice.*

"That's my truck for sure, and it don't look like anyone's home, so we've hit a spot of luck. Looks like we'll be on the road again by night."

"NO."
Jane protests.

"It's too dark, and you don't know what's in there. Let's get back to the beach while the getting's good! We can always come back for the truck later!"

*Willis turns and faces Jane*

"Listen to me! Even just travelin' on the coast ain't gonna keep us safe forever! The sooner we get the truck, the sooner we can arm ourselves better, and get to some shelter. Now I'm going in there, and there ain't a thing you can do to stop me."

*Jane sighs after a short silence*

"I've got your back..."

*Willis and Jane sneak up to the front door of the house, guns in hand. Both being careful to not draw any attention to themselves, in case someone is watching for intruders.*

"Ready?"

*Jane nods*

Willis opens the door slowly, and finds the kitchen light on.

"He's probably just off somewhere taking a shit, we've got to hurry."

*Jane reaches down and pulls up a set of keys from the coffee table*

"These them?"
Larfleeze said



Oh shit.
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We're going to have one hell of a binary number by the end of this.
idlehands said
Pork chops could also come from a wild pig. There are tons of them here in Texas and white tailed deer. I miss knowing someone that hunts, I like wild game.


Wild pig ribs. Mmmmm......

This thread is making me hungry.
idlehands said
I especially like the creepy family in the first one.


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They look like they're wearing screech owl masks.
Dervish said
Of course, to a hillbilly anything that isn't a roasted forest critter on a fire spit is probably a delicacy. Your recipe kind of reminds me of how I cook ham using Sprite instead of water.

Where I come from, roasted forest critter is a delicacy.

Rabbit stew. Mmmmmmm......
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