Yeahhh. That's why I'm not posting. It just feels awkward to post anything after just being ignored...
Could always have Megan hide behind the six foot 5 guy.
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I'm thirsty for interaction, okay?
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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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Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
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Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.
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Could always have Megan hide behind the six foot 5 guy.
I'm thirsty for interaction, okay?
Also, I just realized that Wraith totally ignored Megan.
Jolly blue giant is ready for action.
"Ah...this place is HUGE!"
A rather large-looking student...well, one could assume he was. It wasn't too obvious, given that he wasn't in uniform, instead dressed in a grey tank-top that outlined his rather well-built torso, a jacket bearing a striking resemblance to the school uniform wrapped around his waist, the sleeves tied in the front below the center of his abdomen. A splatter of white on the back of the jacket might give the wrong idea to some. Like he might be in the art club. Perv.
"First a bird drops a pile on my jacket...now I'm gonna be late." he lamented, clutching his head in his palm. Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair, the right-most bang remaining frayed down on his forehead. If the idiot would open his eyes, he'd probably notice that he was literally right next to the hallway he was supposed to be in. Eventually he opened his ears instead and heard a bit of numerous conversations. Figuring no idiot would be wandering around and talking so close to the beginning of the year assembly (Fancy that), he stepped out into the hallway and smirked. "I'm not as dumb as I think." he thought to himself, proceeding towards the area where students were waiting, a general air of confidence in his gait and expression.
A rather large-looking student...well, one could assume he was. It wasn't too obvious, given that he wasn't in uniform, instead dressed in a grey tank-top that outlined his rather well-built torso, a jacket bearing a striking resemblance to the school uniform wrapped around his waist, the sleeves tied in the front below the center of his abdomen. A splatter of white on the back of the jacket might give the wrong idea to some. Like he might be in the art club. Perv.
"First a bird drops a pile on my jacket...now I'm gonna be late." he lamented, clutching his head in his palm. Sighing, he ran his hand through his hair, the right-most bang remaining frayed down on his forehead. If the idiot would open his eyes, he'd probably notice that he was literally right next to the hallway he was supposed to be in. Eventually he opened his ears instead and heard a bit of numerous conversations. Figuring no idiot would be wandering around and talking so close to the beginning of the year assembly (Fancy that), he stepped out into the hallway and smirked. "I'm not as dumb as I think." he thought to himself, proceeding towards the area where students were waiting, a general air of confidence in his gait and expression.
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hOI *dies*
hOIvs!
Also hi. I'm Bob
I am not writing in a cockney accent for him, because that'd hurt my brain far too much. So please, just imagine that he sounds too British to say TH's proper.
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Also, yeah, it has been. Thanks.
Haas cringed just a bit once he saw the blue-haired bunny chick and the ninja-man lose, given that it looked like they were pissed to lose. Haas was glad Vincent was...emotionally stable. He really didn't want to have to deal with an emotional teammate after a loss. Almost getting an accidental look at blue-girl's panties, Haas managed to turn his gaze away before anybody could ever have noticed. Taking a deep breath and regaining his purity once more, Haas watched the final match and...was asleep by turn 15. Long drawn out matches were just so...boring. It wasn't even all that exciting either, since it just seemed to be destruction and creation in tandem over and over...
Eventually waking once Transformer yelled, Haas scrambled to attention, scared witless at having been fucking violently screamed at by an angry buff man with VERY big hands. Not wanting to get in trouble for anything, Haas sat like a good little boy until his turn came, at which point he quickly recieved his cards and...oh. Oh. That one was rare, he knew that much. An eager grin spread on his face as he looked over his cards, before he was literally punted all the way back to where he'd sat before by Transformer. Wincing and rubbing his now-bruised tailbone, he holds up Armades, Keeper of Boundaries. Proudly, he put it into his extra deck before looking to his other two cards. "Huh...never liked gravekeeper's that much. Maybe I can find this guy a home later. His effect wouldn't benefit anything I have. Oooh! Mecha Phantom Beasts! Wow, this one looks cool. Some kinda...lion plane. Definitely getting more of these eventually." he said in his mind, nodding to himself like he was winning the best argument with himself ever and making the best turnabout.
Finally snapping back to his senses, Haas blinked a few times at Hayato and remembered the food. Bashfully holding up his right hand, he said: "Don't worry about me. I've got enough to pay for myself. So, did you get anything good in your pack?" as he looked at the two. Then he realized...where was Michelle?
Eventually waking once Transformer yelled, Haas scrambled to attention, scared witless at having been fucking violently screamed at by an angry buff man with VERY big hands. Not wanting to get in trouble for anything, Haas sat like a good little boy until his turn came, at which point he quickly recieved his cards and...oh. Oh. That one was rare, he knew that much. An eager grin spread on his face as he looked over his cards, before he was literally punted all the way back to where he'd sat before by Transformer. Wincing and rubbing his now-bruised tailbone, he holds up Armades, Keeper of Boundaries. Proudly, he put it into his extra deck before looking to his other two cards. "Huh...never liked gravekeeper's that much. Maybe I can find this guy a home later. His effect wouldn't benefit anything I have. Oooh! Mecha Phantom Beasts! Wow, this one looks cool. Some kinda...lion plane. Definitely getting more of these eventually." he said in his mind, nodding to himself like he was winning the best argument with himself ever and making the best turnabout.
Finally snapping back to his senses, Haas blinked a few times at Hayato and remembered the food. Bashfully holding up his right hand, he said: "Don't worry about me. I've got enough to pay for myself. So, did you get anything good in your pack?" as he looked at the two. Then he realized...where was Michelle?
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