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4 yrs ago
Current deconstructions are fake lol
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5 yrs ago
"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
5 yrs ago
Today Show 9-11-01 ~ Live on NBC as Tragedy Occurred [s l o w e d + r e v e r b]
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5 yrs ago
40 hours into the mass effect remaster. gameplay is good but not sold on the plot changes. wish garrus would stop saying "reaper? i hardly know her!" laugh track on the normandy is a weird choice too
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5 yrs ago
fine, since you asked so nicely officer, i will confess my crimes. since i was seven years old i have refused to match any socks in my sock drawer. i practice sock hookup culture. i am a slut
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Close your eyes and think of Atlas.


Uh huh.

This was a textbook honey pot. Get in there, be alluring until you think you have a hook on the target, then leave. Demand that you be chased. And then...

crunch

As a kid, there were always spy movies in the Piper house. One of the first ones he had been allowed to watch in its entirety was GoldenEye. That god damned movie...Jericho could still remember the abject terror he had felt watching Xenia Onatopp crush that poor bastard to death right in the middle of the deed, and how much she reveled in his death throes beneath her. It made his hair want to stand up on end just thinking about that...that god damned movie.

It was the one they loved to put on most back in the dorm, too. Always quipping and making Sean Bean jokes, always trying to get a rise out of him...

Unbidden, the crimson rune on his hair began to glow.

He hated GoldenEye almost as much as he hated Moonraker.

...blugh.

But enough about Moonraker.

Treating the neon red, levitating ends of hair floating between him and Bianca like they weren't even there, Jer responded with a casual: "The penthouse. Well, that should be easy to remember, at least."

Check the pool.

...!

They're gone.


They were making their move. Probably already at the penthouse. Ready to crush him, garrote him with an otter tail, smother him with a musty hoodie by the kid with the hair...the hedgehog Faunus.

This was so messed up.

"I'll be sure to buzz your order up later, at least. The cruise food here hasn't made anyone sick. Lately."

But the cruise doesn't have access to my super-secret family recipe for ricin gravy.

...Then again, she seemed ditzy enough to avoid eating it somehow. The hedgehog would be a better mark for the ricin gravy. He looked like he rarely got a decent meal.

Perfect planning, Piper.

Now if only he could do something about this rune...
I can't wait for Pressman to be real


VIVE are good girls
BREAKING NEWS: Beacon Student Tells Lesbian Best Friend to Service His Lawns-a-lot! SEXIST PIG!

@Krayzikk

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??? That sounds above board. Is there more to the first part of that story?

Also for god sake does the ship have cool cannons?


Vivianne is a good girl.

And she doesn't trust anyone else to handle her coke.
@Caasicam

Send it to me too while you're at it since I'm part of their team and I intend to make myself a CO-GM, one way or another.


(t/n: this means he has no power, and may well never, and new players should not be fooled into thinking he does)


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i don't know what to think
"My parents don't trust cops either. The lesbian ones - the lesbian parents. I don't know what they think of lesbian cops."

Come to think of it, why did Dana-sama own a cop uniform and handcuffs? She was a private detective by trade, but before that she had no particular law experience to speak of. She had been a fashion model for most of her life, even after meeting Bekah-sama, and there had been no time in her busy schedule to squeeze in law enforcement training. She had certainly displayed the physical aptitude, and the endless, unquenched thirst for justice, but that alone did not merit getting a uniform and police equipment, nor did it explain the loud legalese she often heard echoing from the other room sometimes late at nigh--

Oh.

Oh my God.


Kimiko flushed in understanding.

SUPESHARU PORISU DEKARENJA

S P D


Jaw-dropping starlet by day, top toku by night! How could she have doubted her adopted mother?

Kimiko's smile grew wide, even as she distractedly gripped her lieutenant again and commanded DRU to scoot out of her way so she could observe her browbeaten best friend across from her robot.

No wonder the drum of leadership beats its song through my veins.

"Tell her you stopped for pizza."


"I'm gonna scam the shit outta that dime," Lauren stated. It had just kind of slipped out of her, but as she heard her own matter-of-fact words, she knew she was about to roll with it. The particular con she already had in mind came as easily to her as breathing.

If you asked Amy Desire, she would tell you that the only way to cut to the heart of a millionaire was through sex - a slow, practiced lie, seduction and fucking choreographed to the point of sterility, repeated ad nauseum until even the idea of tearing your clothes off left you about as revved as the thought of an amputee checking your boobs for lumps. Sex was dope. But Lauren Negasi popped it open when she wanted to, not needed to.

That was why she hadn't taken the stripper on a second dinner yet. The only thing she knew was real on Amy Desire had been used up for half a decade.

Your tongue is the most important part of your body, god, she heard her Pops' voice admonish her in her ear. Talk is cheap. Talk costs you nothing. My tongue can take a dollar outta your pocket and put a dollar into mine all day long and it cost me nothing, yanahhmean, god? Your tongue's silver, god. Never use nothin' on your body until you're sure your tongue ain't the key.

Her mind cut back to the present. And the girl at the bar. And Amy. Amy would have fucked this broad and gotten what she wanted by morning, using every trick in the book to blow the teacher's mind. Lauren was better.

Lauren could make a paycheck just off of her tongue. And maybe a couple digits.

Maybe more than one paycheck.

My tongue can talk a dollar outta your pocket and into mine all day long and it cost me nothing, yanahhmean, god?

"Hey, Cap. I got an idea. A little gamble. I'll bet you this jacket - designer, leather, fits like a glove and guaranteed to smell like me for at least two hundred sessions in your masturbatorium - that I can go over there and steal her purse in ten minutes."

It looked like crocodile, she could tell from here, and that was good. Crocodile would sell for at least five digits. Maybe more, depending on designer, age, and ornaments inside. It'd make a worthy prize, one that thrilled her and her confidence enough that she could even risk a garment that she'd owned proudly almost half her life. Lauren shrugged off her distinctive angelic-colorway jacket and stretched her arms behind her back, pushing out her chest. Then she reached for the pair of sunglasses she made for herself and slipped them into the neckline of her black t-shirt, dragging the already dangerous border down slightly further.

"I have faith in my teammates," she deadpanned with a wicked grin.

"Do you." By now, Ben Lloyd sounded bored. "I don't see the girls around anywhere."

"That's because you've grown used to their presence, babe." Lauren shrugged her shoulders, like a boxer approaching the ring, and one jade eye winked in Ben's direction. "I'm talking about the other girls. Together, we form Team BASDDL. And we can do just about goddamn anything. So, whatcha puttin' up?"
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My apologies for the argument about attentiveness. A few tempers got rather short and most of us didn't handle it as well as we probably should have.

I can imagine how that must look. To clarify we had missions take place IC Friday. For a number of players those missions stretched out through the IC weekend while others were confined to that Friday. We are in the process of roleplaying through the weekend so those people who are technically still on missions can't be active. With so many characters time doesn't exactly move swiftly so a number of people are stuck with nothing to do and no way to post until the weekend is over. Thus certain people were perceived as absent because in that lull were they cannot be in the IC they've also left the OOC mostly alone. My apologies for any problems this has caused but there should be some solutions to getting Culann into the IC without having to jump a bunch of hoops.

Rather than having to form a new team which I don't believe we have enough players for Culann could be temporarily assigned to an existing team till such time as an opening is available. Since the teams are meant to be four people this would likely end up with the team taking turns of who has to sit out of set activities but it is possible to make work.


I don't agree with this either. When Bianca came back and tried to be assigned to VGNB last year, you were one of the people that was right there beside me arguing that the rule of four was as close to a cardinal rule as it gets in RWBY games. I don't think the circumstances have changed since then in the slightest, even in the event of two or three new players.
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