Aquariums are my true hobby. I have a 30 gal and I just set up a 10 gal. I'm looking to buy a 55gal and have Fire eels
Not a bad hobby. You ever seen that one aquarium they built that was made out of a car?
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STATUS: @SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins. 3 yrs ago
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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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Not a bad hobby. You ever seen that one aquarium they built that was made out of a car?
I tried Mopani wood once. It took sooooooooooo long. Like days of boiling, scrubbing, and soaking, to remove the tannins
Huh. I didn't know you did aquariums.
Or maybe that's to house the fish that no doubt pilots your mechanized body...
Creighton clutched his chest as he felt the new piece settle in, wincing slightly as he felt himself TECHNICALLY die again, then become a new peerage. Relaxing after he picks up the two old pawns, he carefully places them inside of his pant's pocket and sighs, running a hand back through his own hair. "...Well, guess you've got a rat in your house now." With a careful stride, he placed his hands in his pockets and started walking to the door. "If you don't have anything for me to do at the moment, I'm gonna go catch up. No sense wasting time stuffing my face with crackers..."
A loud groan escaped his still unsatisfied stomach. Clutching a hand over it, he shuddered. "...But uh, maybe I should take some trail mix anyways." he said, scratching the back of his head bashfully. Even for a homeless guy, he had a bit of trouble outright begging for things. And a bit of a problem with malnutrition.
A loud groan escaped his still unsatisfied stomach. Clutching a hand over it, he shuddered. "...But uh, maybe I should take some trail mix anyways." he said, scratching the back of his head bashfully. Even for a homeless guy, he had a bit of trouble outright begging for things. And a bit of a problem with malnutrition.
Creighton smacked his fist against his chest a few times and coughed. Felt like something went down the wrong pipe...regardless, he stood still for a moment, contemplating the proposal earnestly. On one hand, he barely even fucking knew this guy. At all. All he knew was a sap story that probably wasn't even real. But still...the promise of gaining power and being aided in his own endeavors was enticing. Not like he was going to get a better deal from exorcists when they track him down, or other demons seeking to euthanize a stray.
Hesitantly, Creighton looked at the pawn piece. "...Just one?" he thought to himself. Seemed like he was pretty bottom of the barrel...ranking only high enough for a single piece. Groaning and rolling his eyes, he says: "...Yes. Much as I hate to admit it, I need your help to get what I want, and I can help you get what you want." Extending his hand, Creighton looked Zeke in the eyes and said: "But if you ever cross me, pawn or not, I'll tear you apart. Kay?"
Hesitantly, Creighton looked at the pawn piece. "...Just one?" he thought to himself. Seemed like he was pretty bottom of the barrel...ranking only high enough for a single piece. Groaning and rolling his eyes, he says: "...Yes. Much as I hate to admit it, I need your help to get what I want, and I can help you get what you want." Extending his hand, Creighton looked Zeke in the eyes and said: "But if you ever cross me, pawn or not, I'll tear you apart. Kay?"
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It's up there for me. Nothing's ever gonna top Hajime no Ippo, not for a long time.
It's up there for me. Nothing's ever gonna top Hajime no Ippo, not for a long time.
the picture is black with just the text about carrying weight
@KitsuneI want to see what Orin will do now that Yuriha has reached a new stage in her life, since I was kinda bored with her gloomy self. From now on she'll be much more of a kawaii, energetic fox girl. I'm done with the blues. Ode to old Yuriha.
Finally posted!
And...Creighton's bad at normal shit.
And...Creighton's bad at normal shit.
After Creighton had heard the leader's sob story, (And, admittedly, found a tiny bit of sympathy with him.) he opted to stay with them in the guest room so graciously offered to him. Once he was in there, he set his coat aside, which dissipated immediately once he willed it to and crashed onto the bed. Just...feeling it. Feeling the plushness of feathers in a sack, of woven together cloth creasing beneath his fingers. Something he hadn't had the chance to touch in a few years...at least not a real one. Broken matresses never counted for a good night's sleep. Just smelling it for a bit, Creighton relaxed atop it, sprawling out and sighing contently. His stomach groaned and roared as he tried to sleep, and, after a few punches to his own gut and a single cracker left in his pant's pocket, he settled into sleep, awkwardly curling up on the bed like a territorial animal, and resting his ear on the pillow. "...Reminds me of home..." he lamented.
Waking and yawning, Creighton cracked his back by pushing his hips out and held his stomach. Comfort did usually make one long for food...
Glaring at the door, he threw his sacred gear back onto his back, the rats writhing in hunger and anticipation. And, a few doing the potty dance. Sprinting off to the restroom, Creighton relieved himself, having one of those urinations that become the highlight of the morning. Zipping up and washing his hands, he soon went into the kitchen to find that he was the only one still there. Somewhat suspicious, he started rummaging around for food, eventually finding some very basic saltine crackers. Jamming a few into his mouth, his eyes went wide as he heard someone enter again. Backing up to the wall once Zeke entered, he was huddled in a corner, crouching on his knees with an entire package's worth of saltine crackers in his mouth. Staring for about a good minute, he rushed to the sink and washed them down, panting after he was done swallowing. "...Paa...Paa...Fucking...crackers...are amazing..."
Running a hand over his face once to brush the water into the sink, he leans against it, facing Zeke and acting like he didn't see any of that. "Hasn't changed a damn thing about what I want to do. I want to get stronger, strong enough to take on an entire chessboard, and then I can get my payback."
The Next Morning
Waking and yawning, Creighton cracked his back by pushing his hips out and held his stomach. Comfort did usually make one long for food...
Glaring at the door, he threw his sacred gear back onto his back, the rats writhing in hunger and anticipation. And, a few doing the potty dance. Sprinting off to the restroom, Creighton relieved himself, having one of those urinations that become the highlight of the morning. Zipping up and washing his hands, he soon went into the kitchen to find that he was the only one still there. Somewhat suspicious, he started rummaging around for food, eventually finding some very basic saltine crackers. Jamming a few into his mouth, his eyes went wide as he heard someone enter again. Backing up to the wall once Zeke entered, he was huddled in a corner, crouching on his knees with an entire package's worth of saltine crackers in his mouth. Staring for about a good minute, he rushed to the sink and washed them down, panting after he was done swallowing. "...Paa...Paa...Fucking...crackers...are amazing..."
Running a hand over his face once to brush the water into the sink, he leans against it, facing Zeke and acting like he didn't see any of that. "Hasn't changed a damn thing about what I want to do. I want to get stronger, strong enough to take on an entire chessboard, and then I can get my payback."
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...I was mainly gonna wait for Orin to post, since he's about to get smacked upside the head with the stick of Longinus.
...I was mainly gonna wait for Orin to post, since he's about to get smacked upside the head with the stick of Longinus.
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big chance that nearly no one can be online here
...I'm not sure if I should post until later, but I'm basically free until I start my driving tests. Got back from weekly D&D and I'm wiped. Also, in a similar incident, on the way to and back, me and a bunch of friends couldn't help but sing this.
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