@KatherinWinter
Sorry sorry, I was busy helping my brother turn our Minecraft world into a replica of Hyrule. I'll post soonies!
Sorry sorry, I was busy helping my brother turn our Minecraft world into a replica of Hyrule. I'll post soonies!
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STATUS: @Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games. 4 yrs ago
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
4 yrs ago
*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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4 yrs ago
Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
4 yrs ago
[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
4 yrs ago
[1]The 'cover' is meant to entice the person into partaking of the medium, just as an album cover would intrigue someone into listening to the music.
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If this picks up steam, I'll stick in a CS. ^^/
@DominoPool I'll consider it, yes ^_^
Juliet's brow furrowed, a bitter scowl forming across her lips. This lazy yutz of a barista, it wasn't enough to sit there and listen to her bawl about her problems Boo fuckin' hoo, drama llama! but the stripper crack, she's lucky Julie broke 'ol sticky (her knife) the other day.
"Fine. Whatever. This place'll probably catch fire due to the faulty wiring, so fuck it. I'm better off sleepin' in a van down by the river than this hillbilly ass shitsack. So bon voy-fuck you, Queen Bitch."
And out the door Juliet was, possibly to never be seen or heard from again...but not before pulling a sharpie from her pocket and leaving a huge middle finger on the storefront window.
"Fine. Whatever. This place'll probably catch fire due to the faulty wiring, so fuck it. I'm better off sleepin' in a van down by the river than this hillbilly ass shitsack. So bon voy-fuck you, Queen Bitch."
And out the door Juliet was, possibly to never be seen or heard from again...but not before pulling a sharpie from her pocket and leaving a huge middle finger on the storefront window.
Juliet gave her a scowl that pretty much said Fuck you, bitch! Clean it yourself!
"Still pretty redneck. I'm from Iowa, Des Moines actually.
Name's Juliet. I don't have much cash, so could I probably do some work around here to pay my rent? This crapsack looks like it needs all the help it can get, plus you don't have to worry about leaving that precious laptop of yours." She said with a lazy grin.
"Ya mind?"
She reached over and changed the music to something...a hell of alot more fitting to her.
"Still pretty redneck. I'm from Iowa, Des Moines actually.
Name's Juliet. I don't have much cash, so could I probably do some work around here to pay my rent? This crapsack looks like it needs all the help it can get, plus you don't have to worry about leaving that precious laptop of yours." She said with a lazy grin.
"Ya mind?"
She reached over and changed the music to something...a hell of alot more fitting to her.
Juliet just sat quietly, gulping down her coffee, which in her opinion tasted like burnt ass, but at least the sick was gone from her stomach, for now. From the corner her eye, she had noticed the hipster chick (yeah, she was a hipster, don't deny it) eyeballing her. Fuck was her problem? Merely, she just brushed it off and threw back the last of that fucking black ink in her cup, along with throwing her mug on the floor.
She then walked over to the bar again and leaned over it, "So that flyer outside says rooms to rent, right? How much we talkin'?"
And just what the fuck was she listening to?
"Huh...nice tunes. Sounds like an Alabama trailer park with a hidden meth lab."
She then walked over to the bar again and leaned over it, "So that flyer outside says rooms to rent, right? How much we talkin'?"
And just what the fuck was she listening to?
"Huh...nice tunes. Sounds like an Alabama trailer park with a hidden meth lab."
@Framing A Moose No! He's mine- I mean uh- Helena's!
"Uh...yeah, sure, I'll totes look after the little edgelord."
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"Uh...yeah, sure, I'll totes look after the little edgelord."
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"Pfft! Whatever gets rid of a hangover." Juliet fished a few bucks out of her wallet, carelessly tossing them over. "Here. Keep the change. Looks like you need it to fix up this shit of a place." Coldly she grabbed a mug and sat at the farthest table back she could find. There wasn't a whole lot of people about, but a coffee shop that looked like the LA riots was here wasn't gonna drag in alot of customers.
But that's fine since people gave Juliet cancer.
But that's fine since people gave Juliet cancer.
@KatherinWinter
No, she's seriously going to....oh! You mean that. Okies! ^^
*cowers in fear of Griffin*
No, she's seriously going to....oh! You mean that. Okies! ^^
*cowers in fear of Griffin*
What a fuckin' shithole.
Juliet stood outside the shop with her skateboard in hand, practically scoffing in her mind why some people would wanna hang at a place that looked like it was visited by the SS during Kristallnacht, but then again, those were probably the kinda people who thrashed in some dude's basement to a crappy PA system, jumped off of rooftops, and lit walls on fire after sniffing the gas fumes. In short, her kinda people.
She strolled into the shop up to the counter. The music was...okay, if you were the sort of techno dweeb who jerked off to the final scene of Blade Runner, but Juliet figured the pleb hipster couldn't hear her over it...
So she reached over to the laptop...and slammed it shut.
"Yo, hipster! How much for a cup?"
Juliet stood outside the shop with her skateboard in hand, practically scoffing in her mind why some people would wanna hang at a place that looked like it was visited by the SS during Kristallnacht, but then again, those were probably the kinda people who thrashed in some dude's basement to a crappy PA system, jumped off of rooftops, and lit walls on fire after sniffing the gas fumes. In short, her kinda people.
She strolled into the shop up to the counter. The music was...okay, if you were the sort of techno dweeb who jerked off to the final scene of Blade Runner, but Juliet figured the pleb hipster couldn't hear her over it...
So she reached over to the laptop...and slammed it shut.
"Yo, hipster! How much for a cup?"
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