Raxacoricofallapatorius

Reboot - Prized Bride

HE KEEPS DYING

But this made me lol

Reboot - Prized Bride

Dammit Torin



At least one of my characters has it together



Hells yeah you go girl

Reboot - Prized Bride

Apparently 'asap' is 'more than a day later'. Oh wells, I posted. ^.^

A hilarious way to waste your time: http://brantsteele.net/hungergames/r.php?c=JMESwBh1

All the character's names are the PCs in this RP plus a few Random Gems/Drakkens because there were extra spots.

@Vesuvius00

Dammit Torin

Song Lyrics Thread

I'm always here for you in the middle of this mess
I'm always here to quench your thirst
It's not my fault that when I'm pressed
A little juice comes out first

It's just so embarrassing
You standing right there staring right through me
All I want is for you to use me
I may be free but I'm not cheap

Hanging here beneath the Lemonade label
Nobody notices me
No colorful logo or fizzy flow
In the soft-drink machine

Got it pretty bad
I'm a lonely sad
Little water-dispensing tab

Random shizzle

You're welcome. In future, just assume what I said applies to any thread, it's not usually far from the truth xD

@Halo

Oh senpai, you are so wise.

Random shizzle

So in this thread, we have:

1. Randoms who think this forum exists solely for them to pour every ounce of inanity in their minds into, and complain when people get irritated.

2. Newbies acting tough and insulting the randoms 'cause "hey that's what Spam does, AMIRIGHT LOL", even though the vast majority of said newbies are as bad or worse.

3. Even newbier newbies freaking because a mod posted and thinking that means they're going to get banned. Seriously?

4. Old members insulting all of these people because they're all being more 12 than any 12 year old has before.

5. People like me, analysing the thread because they want to be a part of things (#bandwagon) but don't want to get wrapped up in all the bullshit outlined above.

I thought this was just another "pointless thread" of old, but on a whole other level it's a perfect cross-section of Spam's demographic. Nothing has really changed, the only difference is that the number of 4s has massively decreased in recent times while the number of 1s and 2s has spiked.

@Halo

You know I haven't looked in this thread but it's stuck around and I was just wondering what was going on so this summary was very helpful, thank you, I feel so integrated.

Miley Ray Cyrus : Skip to 1:35

No watch the whole thing and then watch all the other videos because these are pure gold.

Crush my dreams!

Granted, but it's the only wi-fi network your computer will ever connect to during its lifetime.

On the subject of computers, I wish I had a working desktop.

Once again, my short story collection is free on Amazon

@Taaj I really liked them. They were melancholy, kind of nostalgic, and yes-- odd, but I like odd. The kind of thing you like to read on a calm evening. You should write more.

Starfire

<You as well, John Mason.>

Take off went without a hitch and Deraen settled in to wait out the journey. They weren't even out the system yet, passing below an asteroid belt, when the pirates appeared. Their attack was sudden and the Alamo had very little time to react thanks to the asteroids interfering with the ship's sensors. The ship trembled with each anchor lock-in. The Andalite remained at his post, waiting.

Deraen reached into one of his pouches, pulling out a piece of equipment and fastening it over the slitted nostrils that made up his nose. It was a gas mask of sorts. As predicted, it wasn't long before the pirates located the bridge and made it their target. A swarm of them appeared at the end of the corridor and Deraen sidestepped behind a bulkhead as they began shooting. When they were halfway there he tossed two canisters in their path, which rolled across the floor for a few seconds before spitting out a toxic red vapor. Caught off-guard and temporarily disoriented by the smoke screen, the pirates faltered. They gagged on the air and some of them pulled their own gas masks on, but the disruption was a large enough window of opportunity for Deraen to step into their line of site and mow them down with an automatic weapon. A human-made gun called a P90, as he understood, that propelled small projectiles called bullets at such a speed that they tore through flesh and bone alike. It was heavy, but the shoulder-strap helped him to hold it steady while two slender fingers activated the trigger.

The pirates screamed and fell bleeding on the deck. Deraen noticed they were all humans, but it wasn't unusual for pirates to go marauding in groups composed exclusively of their own kind. As he stepped over the bodies one of them rose up behind him, and must have assumed that since Deraen was facing forward that he could sneak up on him. Of course, it's impossible to sneak up on an Andalite since their stalk eyes allow them to see in all directions at once. Without so much as pausing mid-stride Deraen whipped his tail back and stabbed the pirate through the chest before he could think to fire off a shot.

<Be advised: air contamination in Sector 2.> He broadcast his thought-speech for his crewmates, if any of them came to help him they would know what to expect. Deraen put another canister in hand and continued down the corridor. Another wave came at him shortly and he gassed them like the first group, slaughtering them at his leisure. The next wave was ready for him however, almost all of them wearing their own masks and all of them firing at once. He ducked into an adjoining passageway, pulled the pin on a plasma grenade, and threw it around the corner, counting each second until detonation. Before the explosion had cleared he was out again to finish off any survivors.