Keyguy confirmed for Satan.
Keyguy confirmed for Satan.Dammit, you discovered my secret identity!
Oh hey good buddy, why didn't you take me?! I swear, it took forever to get down there to you, but you just shoved me right back up. Caused a commotion, it did, when you refused me to your lair, whatwith them thinking I came back from the dead and all. Speaking of which, did you make me a zombie or a vampire or something? I feel normal... seriously brah, why you no take me!Keyguy confirmed for Satan.Dammit, you discovered my secret identity!
Is this a reference to suicide?No, I had to find some steps.
Is this a reference to suicide?Congratulations, you got OOC post number 666. Are you in league with Keyguy?
BUM BUM BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMIs this a reference to suicide?Congratulations, you got OOC post number 666. Are you in league with Keyguy?
Congratulations, you got OOC post number 666. Are you in league with Keyguy?I sold my soul to him to transform from a sharkman into an incredibly frayed and worn out looking wolfman.
While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.My power will probably be out tomorrow, and stay out for two weeks. If I end up going to school (Which I will, because the ice melts before the power lines come back up), then all my posts will be from there. Where I can't listen to music. Therefore, expect worthless little sentences for posts, if you get any from me.
While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.I know the feel, Duck. But hey- we're both assaulted by an ailment of some kind- you with the emotional kind I usually have, and me with the flu. My sympathies be with you.
Keyguy- you are now a bloodtraiter. The blood of writing flows through us all- you must take an epic journey to the land of internet, so that you may communicate the roleplay.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.My power will probably be out tomorrow, and stay out for two weeks. If I end up going to school (Which I will, because the ice melts before the power lines come back up), then all my posts will be from there. Where I can't listen to music. Therefore, expect worthless little sentences for posts, if you get any from me.
TO THE STARBUCKS! Whoops. We don't actually have a Starbucks here in middleoffuckingnowhere. Which is funny, because downtown middleoffuckingnowhere is entirely populated by hipsters. I guess I'll have to go to Detroit Lite, Church Land Protrusion, mothafuckincapital, probablyhadgrassonce, or maybe even nameofanoldfriendssisterville. Then again, thatplacewheremyschoolisthatistargetedbynukesandwouldbedestroyedifanythingbadhappenstorussiaorputinjustloseshisshit is closer and would probably have a Starbucks. Or I could, you know, go to a friend's house in downtown middleoffuckingnowhere, because their power is presumably delivered though Tesla's wireless transmission and never goes out. Ever. On a side note, I have a rash on my arm and a sore throat. I probably have that rash disease thing that killed off the world in Stand Still, Stay Silent. It can't be the fact that it's dry and cold, obviously.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.I know the feel, Duck. But hey- we're both assaulted by an ailment of some kind- you with the emotional kind I usually have, and me with the flu. My sympathies be with you.Keyguy- you are now a bloodtraiter. The blood of writing flows through us all- you must take an epic journey to the land of internet, so that you may communicate the roleplay.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.My power will probably be out tomorrow, and stay out for two weeks. If I end up going to school (Which I will, because the ice melts before the power lines come back up), then all my posts will be from there. Where I can't listen to music. Therefore, expect worthless little sentences for posts, if you get any from me.
LIES I think those names are... MADE UPTO THE STARBUCKS! Whoops. We don't actually have a Starbucks here in middleoffuckingnowhere. Which is funny, because downtown middleoffuckingnowhere is entirely populated by hipsters. I guess I'll have to go to Detroit Lite, Church Land Protrusion, mothafuckincapital, probablyhadgrassonce, or maybe even nameofanoldfriendssisterville. Then again, thatplacewheremyschoolisthatistargetedbynukesandwouldbedestroyedifanythingbadhappenstorussiaorputinjustloseshisshit is closer and would probably have a Starbucks. Or I could, you know, go to a friend's house in downtown middleoffuckingnowhere, because their power is presumably delivered though Tesla's wireless transmission and never goes out. Ever. On a side note, I have a rash on my arm and a sore throat. I probably have that rash disease thing that killed off the world in Stand Still, Stay Silent. It can't be the fact that it's dry and cold, obviously.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.I know the feel, Duck. But hey- we're both assaulted by an ailment of some kind- you with the emotional kind I usually have, and me with the flu. My sympathies be with you.Keyguy- you are now a bloodtraiter. The blood of writing flows through us all- you must take an epic journey to the land of internet, so that you may communicate the roleplay.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.My power will probably be out tomorrow, and stay out for two weeks. If I end up going to school (Which I will, because the ice melts before the power lines come back up), then all my posts will be from there. Where I can't listen to music. Therefore, expect worthless little sentences for posts, if you get any from me.
They sound legit to me. The reply blob is coming...LIES I think those names are... MADE UPTO THE STARBUCKS! Whoops. We don't actually have a Starbucks here in middleoffuckingnowhere. Which is funny, because downtown middleoffuckingnowhere is entirely populated by hipsters. I guess I'll have to go to Detroit Lite, Church Land Protrusion, mothafuckincapital, probablyhadgrassonce, or maybe even nameofanoldfriendssisterville. Then again, thatplacewheremyschoolisthatistargetedbynukesandwouldbedestroyedifanythingbadhappenstorussiaorputinjustloseshisshit is closer and would probably have a Starbucks. Or I could, you know, go to a friend's house in downtown middleoffuckingnowhere, because their power is presumably delivered though Tesla's wireless transmission and never goes out. Ever. On a side note, I have a rash on my arm and a sore throat. I probably have that rash disease thing that killed off the world in Stand Still, Stay Silent. It can't be the fact that it's dry and cold, obviously.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.I know the feel, Duck. But hey- we're both assaulted by an ailment of some kind- you with the emotional kind I usually have, and me with the flu. My sympathies be with you.Keyguy- you are now a bloodtraiter. The blood of writing flows through us all- you must take an epic journey to the land of internet, so that you may communicate the roleplay.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.My power will probably be out tomorrow, and stay out for two weeks. If I end up going to school (Which I will, because the ice melts before the power lines come back up), then all my posts will be from there. Where I can't listen to music. Therefore, expect worthless little sentences for posts, if you get any from me.
LIES so says nature *vigorous nod*They sound legit to me. The reply blob is coming...LIES I think those names are... MADE UPTO THE STARBUCKS! Whoops. We don't actually have a Starbucks here in middleoffuckingnowhere. Which is funny, because downtown middleoffuckingnowhere is entirely populated by hipsters. I guess I'll have to go to Detroit Lite, Church Land Protrusion, mothafuckincapital, probablyhadgrassonce, or maybe even nameofanoldfriendssisterville. Then again, thatplacewheremyschoolisthatistargetedbynukesandwouldbedestroyedifanythingbadhappenstorussiaorputinjustloseshisshit is closer and would probably have a Starbucks. Or I could, you know, go to a friend's house in downtown middleoffuckingnowhere, because their power is presumably delivered though Tesla's wireless transmission and never goes out. Ever. On a side note, I have a rash on my arm and a sore throat. I probably have that rash disease thing that killed off the world in Stand Still, Stay Silent. It can't be the fact that it's dry and cold, obviously.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.I know the feel, Duck. But hey- we're both assaulted by an ailment of some kind- you with the emotional kind I usually have, and me with the flu. My sympathies be with you.Keyguy- you are now a bloodtraiter. The blood of writing flows through us all- you must take an epic journey to the land of internet, so that you may communicate the roleplay.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.My power will probably be out tomorrow, and stay out for two weeks. If I end up going to school (Which I will, because the ice melts before the power lines come back up), then all my posts will be from there. Where I can't listen to music. Therefore, expect worthless little sentences for posts, if you get any from me.
How do we know you aren't the one lying? All hail the Reply Blob. It has been reborn. Now it shall grow to become unstoppable.LIES so says nature *vigorous nod*They sound legit to me. The reply blob is coming...LIES I think those names are... MADE UPTO THE STARBUCKS! Whoops. We don't actually have a Starbucks here in middleoffuckingnowhere. Which is funny, because downtown middleoffuckingnowhere is entirely populated by hipsters. I guess I'll have to go to Detroit Lite, Church Land Protrusion, mothafuckincapital, probablyhadgrassonce, or maybe even nameofanoldfriendssisterville. Then again, thatplacewheremyschoolisthatistargetedbynukesandwouldbedestroyedifanythingbadhappenstorussiaorputinjustloseshisshit is closer and would probably have a Starbucks. Or I could, you know, go to a friend's house in downtown middleoffuckingnowhere, because their power is presumably delivered though Tesla's wireless transmission and never goes out. Ever. On a side note, I have a rash on my arm and a sore throat. I probably have that rash disease thing that killed off the world in Stand Still, Stay Silent. It can't be the fact that it's dry and cold, obviously.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.I know the feel, Duck. But hey- we're both assaulted by an ailment of some kind- you with the emotional kind I usually have, and me with the flu. My sympathies be with you.Keyguy- you are now a bloodtraiter. The blood of writing flows through us all- you must take an epic journey to the land of internet, so that you may communicate the roleplay.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.My power will probably be out tomorrow, and stay out for two weeks. If I end up going to school (Which I will, because the ice melts before the power lines come back up), then all my posts will be from there. Where I can't listen to music. Therefore, expect worthless little sentences for posts, if you get any from me.
:0 say nothing. you know nothing. YOU LIEHow do we know you aren't the one lying? All hail the Reply Blob. It has been reborn. Now it shall grow to become unstoppable.LIES so says nature *vigorous nod*They sound legit to me. The reply blob is coming...LIES I think those names are... MADE UPTO THE STARBUCKS! Whoops. We don't actually have a Starbucks here in middleoffuckingnowhere. Which is funny, because downtown middleoffuckingnowhere is entirely populated by hipsters. I guess I'll have to go to Detroit Lite, Church Land Protrusion, mothafuckincapital, probablyhadgrassonce, or maybe even nameofanoldfriendssisterville. Then again, thatplacewheremyschoolisthatistargetedbynukesandwouldbedestroyedifanythingbadhappenstorussiaorputinjustloseshisshit is closer and would probably have a Starbucks. Or I could, you know, go to a friend's house in downtown middleoffuckingnowhere, because their power is presumably delivered though Tesla's wireless transmission and never goes out. Ever. On a side note, I have a rash on my arm and a sore throat. I probably have that rash disease thing that killed off the world in Stand Still, Stay Silent. It can't be the fact that it's dry and cold, obviously.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.I know the feel, Duck. But hey- we're both assaulted by an ailment of some kind- you with the emotional kind I usually have, and me with the flu. My sympathies be with you.Keyguy- you are now a bloodtraiter. The blood of writing flows through us all- you must take an epic journey to the land of internet, so that you may communicate the roleplay.While I said I get a post out this week, shit has happened and I am now super-depressed.My power will probably be out tomorrow, and stay out for two weeks. If I end up going to school (Which I will, because the ice melts before the power lines come back up), then all my posts will be from there. Where I can't listen to music. Therefore, expect worthless little sentences for posts, if you get any from me.
It's like a Visceroid from Command and Conquer: Tiberian Sun.Holy crap- I didn't think anyone else remembered those creepy tibassholes Next to impossible to kill when you're young and don't know what the crap they are. Scared me more than when I first played Dead Space (I'm terribly frightful, see)