You know a topic of conversation has gone on for too long when everyone involved starts repeating the same things over and over again.

On an unrelated note, you're all bastards for not mentioning any of these obscure superhero theme songs:

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You know a topic of conversation has gone on for too long when everyone involved starts repeating the same things over and over again.

On an unrelated note, you're all bastards for not mentioning any of these obscure superhero theme songs:

One
Two
Three

What time of year is it?

@Enarr is there possibly a lighter colour you can use for your posts? I can't even see the dialogue just where it should be.

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You mean the tiny dark blue font? It's intentionally hard to read

My lungs flap frivolously as I feel my bird chest exploding. For just a moment, I take a single breath, stretching for the rafters encased in darkness, save for the dim streetlight at the windows edge, before being whisked away by the rhythm of the bag’s shallow gasps. I know what I’m doing. I hear the sound of my own heavyweight hands jogging up and down every inch of faded yellow leather, sinking into the soft spots, my shoulder recoiling against the tougher clusters. But I can’t really picture it. I don’t know what it looks like to throw a punch firsthand. These greasy muscles of mine barely feel like my own. When I’m like this, it feels like I’m sitting on my own father’s shoulders, like I’m listening to him beat this thing down. And that’s how it’s always felt.

My lungs flap frivolously as I feel my bird chest exploding. For just a moment, I take a single breath, stretching for the rafters before being whisked away by the rhythm of the bag’s shallow gasps. I know what I’m doing. I hear the sound of my own heavyweight hands jogging up and down every inch ofleather, sinking into the soft spots, my shoulder recoiling against the tougher clusters. But I can’t really picture it. I don’t know what it looks like to throw a punch firsthand. These greasy muscles of mine barely feel like my own. When I’m like this, it feels like I’m sitting on my own father’s shoulders, like I’m listening to him beat this thing down. And that’s how it’s always felt.

What's everyones favourite Superhero film?

What's everyones favourite Superhero film?

What's everyones favourite Superhero film?