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Time flies, right?

25/06/2024

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How long since I joined this team? A week? Several days? Felt like forever, to be honest.

I had gone through so much shit within that time. First I find out Davis is some ungrateful asshole, then we get caught up in a fight against Desia. Not even that and already I was on the verge of being a psychopath. In the end, I just wanted to go to bed. I didn't need to care anymore. I had new friends, a job (that pays well), and I was content with my life. Letting go of the past is sometimes the only option.

Yet, something still bothered me. Just a nagging feeling. Even when bleeding on eons old tiles, I still think about what is bothering me. "Spruce, hey-" Before I could say anything, Spruce had left the lobby. Celes had already departed to her cabin, as well as Kamina (who snaked through the corridor). For some reason, I felt... a rumbling. Empty, in fact.

I was hungry. I was never hungry. Food was the first thing that popped up in my mind. I was going through some weird change as of lately, but I had never bothered asking anyone about it. At least I didn't seem to change dramatically - hand behind me was still there, but my magnets had stopped twitching. I thought about a wild hypothesis while strolling towards the dinner room, considerably less packed than it was 10 minutes ago. Is this change... a manifestation of my anger and evil? While I wasn't sure, it did have a reasonable amount of credit to it - these changes seemed to come up when my emotions flared up.

But, then again, I didn't want to care. If was content with my life, surely this would stop or even reverse. I felt like smiling to myself, still wondering how I'd get that bowl of berries inside me. Oh well, here comes smashing them against my eye...

Everything became blurry from that point. I remember I ate a lot of purple berries, which seemed to have been picked by some dubious kid Pokemon. What did I do? I had no idea. I did remember slamming into bed by all the others, so I guess it wasn't so bad.
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Well, in that case, have things gotten any better since the season 3 finale?

I'm asking because I haven't watched it since then, actually...

wot

Ok then. It's still goin', pretty good. Though, you NEED to watch season 5.

They have some fucked up shit in there, man. It's like against communism and showcasing the five stages of grief ;)

Oh, and Twilight gets her own castle. And Equestria Girls 2 is better than 1.

...don't mind me motherfuckers, I'm gonna make a post.
Oh please, he's not THAT oppressive.

I wouldn't be his friend anymore if that was the case.

I'm also quite curious why you'd ask about the show.
Shut up lavul.

Let me watch mlp, play games and dick around.

Gotta go fast post in morning.
Got exams in a week

Better print out my daily schedule and start sticking to it
"Nothing about stopping a situation from turning ugly without using my magnets? Alright, fine then." I was equally as confused at to what had happened. I kinda wanted to brag to Celes and Kamina how I wasn't the guy who beat up a Zubat, but... well, it just wouldn't sound right. And I wouldn't be far from that guy.

Well, we completed our mission without much bloodshed. John was initially somewhat annoyed with getting attacked a few times, but as it turned out, the gummi in his paws mesmerised him enough to start caring about us. I hoped he did anyway. "Well, we got the contract done." I sighed, tired from our fighting in the swamp. Or rather just from having to deal with John's attitude all day. "Let's get our payday, go to bed, and pretend today never happened."

There was some rambling by Celes and some euphoria from Kamina, but I just simply went to up to Spruce and told him I'd be heading off to our room. I wasn't really sleepy, but... well, I wasn't quite sure what else to do.
I do have a timer which affects certain games and my I Internet in general. I REALLY want to play my new Fractured Space game, then get Killing Floor 2...

P.S. you non-ANZACs: People similar to my age a century ago didn't die in Gallipoli just so we don't honour them. Therefore, there's a long weekend in place to ensure we acknowledge their sacrifices.
wot

Tiem to po-

*Friday tomorrow*
It works for me
"Agh, alright now. Let's finish this and head back to the guild." Sure enough, the damned Solosis couldn't exploit the laws of fighting and got badly pounded. Not that we really cared; he did try to hide behind a bunker of moves. Ghastly was also gone, blasted with flames. I felt a somewhat embarrassed and disappointed for causing an explosion earlier, BECAUSE THERE WAS NO GAS AROUND THIS PARTICULAR AREA. Well, better safe than sorry, and John seemed keen to have a chaperone. We did hope that gummi we were finding was just some dud to piss him off, 'cause karma.

Spruce actually knew where he was going, Kamina was in the beat and Celes was... well, Celes. After a while of dodging shadows and branches, we made it to a rather large swamp, surrounded by marsh and putting me off as it was full of annoying buzzing sounds. In the middle of the murky swamp was some sort of prayer alter, with old scripts even Davis probably would've had a hard time understanding. Probably had a swear in there. Interestingly, an orb was perched on top of the old moss-covered alter. "Huh, a facade." I scoffed at John, who seemed like dying at the thought of the gummi at this point. He kinda gave me a bad look while I talked. "We could always take the thing and sell it, y'know. Arceus knows who'll want it, though." A good suggestion it was. We'd probably get a few Pokes, enough to buy a few TMs and kick ass.

And then a giant motherfuckering Nidoqueen. Even for her size. Initially there were bubbly murmurs from underneath us, before a large wooden platform appeared in front of that alter. Of course, John's reckless attitude for life ended up leaving a bad mark on his back, while Spruce was worried about our graves. Oh, what graves you may ask? THESE bloody graves. The ones taking form in this swamp thanks to John and Spruce's immediate response. Well, at least I knew I wasn't gonna die in some swamp, 'cause I'm damn bleeding out here. Anyway, the Nidoqueen seemed rather protective of the alter. That said something.

"Uh, woman." I asked, approaching the Nidoqueen and keeping my distance. "Could we please have a yellow gummi to shut that fucking idiot up?"
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