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Current My Pathfinder character just hooked up with a sentient beam of light, txt it
11 yrs ago
So I'm eating creamy peanut butter instead of crunchy and it's the worst decision of my goddamn life
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Azarthes said
Why don't you suggest new pseudonyms for us all to use? I want to hear what you think.


Thread: Closed.
Virginia

The screeching was growing outside the room she was in, and in a drugged haze she turned, her maw dripping with chemicals, little strings of venomous drool shivering with her breath. A few of the humans—nonhumans? Gut Tasters? They were running off, warping around a corner, crawling and limping for other prey. A heavy paw crashed down upon one of their backs, Virginia stepping on it on her way out of the room. It was delicious in there, a fountain of flavor, and she was loathe to leave, but by the looks of things all of the other subjects were leaving. Where? Was there some cornucopia of metal and acid and fumes, somewhere they were racing to eat at while she dawdled about some little room of glass? Her snout scrunched up at the thought, and with a vicious tamping of basketball-sized paws, she was making her way for an exit. The door caved in under her sheer weight, lurching forward and making her enormous bulk tumble through. She breathed in the taste of smoke in the air and grunted deeply, licking at the sky as if she could bite out swaths of the black clouds.

Jumper

The dark ceiling bore down on him like a blanket of spiders. He jolted and cried out at the sudden sight of several shambling creatures that wandered past him, jumping to his hooves before a few of them were summarily pelted with a high-energy ball of black and white. He danced away the swinging arms of one of them, screeching and kicking its kneecaps hard enough to make it fold in on itself on the ground, writhing and only ceasing its movement when he planted his hooves desperately upon its head and hopped up and down for what felt like a hundred times.

He shook, stepping away just in time for a familiar tapping to ring out over the terrifying noise. He bent to meet the little rabbit he had known sparingly before, along with her skunk friend. They, along with Mother, had managed to teach him a little bit of their pitter-language when they’d been together, somehow, and with sparing nuance and a hesitating hoof he managed to respond. “T…think yov.” He swept his tail and glanced around. “Mo…mmi gone.”
Smiral said
I say Pussy/Cunt surpass Cooter in cringe scale


Yeah, cooter ain't actually that bad. Might be because I'm southern too, though.
Pretty sure there's gonna be like 3 people posting tonight lol
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Dervish said
It's almost as bad as when you have guys in cultures who blame women for being promiscuous and "asking for it" when the guy acts like a fucking animal around her.Fuckers need to learn restraint and responsibility.


Amen.
K, just checking.
Larfleeze said
It's almost like you have to dress professionally in a learning environment in order to learn to seem more appealing to employers or something...


Man, I didn't know t-shirts and jeans were professional. Or sweatshirts and shorts with a pair of sneakers. Do you go to school wearing a full suit or dress?
Cpt Toellner said
All these people complaining about dress codes.I spent 5 years wearing the same outfit every day, surrounded by thousands of people wearing the same thing. Muh rights, I need to wear legging to be different!


Maybe some people who wear leggings wear them because they like them and are comfortable in them? Not everyone is exactly the same in every school everywhere.
Cairomaru said
Okay, so possibly tomorrow i may have a wrap up IC post for Sion, as well as the skipped beach fanfic post. Just notifying peoplez nao.Get hyped.


HYPED
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