@Skallagrim
But enough about movies, let's get down to the brass tacks. Who's the person you want to punch the most right now?
But enough about movies, let's get down to the brass tacks. Who's the person you want to punch the most right now?
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"
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Of course the original was better. It's a classic that never needed to be remade.
@Skallagrim Speaking of movies, what about that fucking joke and insult to the name: "Ghostbusters."
@Skallagrim
Hey, you, Bald Grim.
You've got two unhinged lunatics who would like to have a word with the Walker Between Worlds, one's me and the other's got a melon for a face.
Hey, you, Bald Grim.
You've got two unhinged lunatics who would like to have a word with the Walker Between Worlds, one's me and the other's got a melon for a face.
@MelonHead I can relate.
@ImportantNobody
I hope for her well being and wish you good luck.
I hope for her well being and wish you good luck.
@MelonHead
I've got Scottish family and I picked up on it, but only when I'm angry. So I do this weird mix of American Southern accent combined with Scottish. Dunnaman is literally just Scottish but with a slice of Swahili bread thrown in.
I've got Scottish family and I picked up on it, but only when I'm angry. So I do this weird mix of American Southern accent combined with Scottish. Dunnaman is literally just Scottish but with a slice of Swahili bread thrown in.
Within the three seconds that it took for his eyes to adjust, he had a life changing experience. For the first time in his life, so far, he was absolutely speechless. Somehow this man that he had not met in this life had filled him with a primal and inexplicable fear, his heart stuck in his throat and choked him for a moment. Dunnaman stood there with fear in his widening eyes, if he were a more flighty fellow he would have dropped his arms and ran.
Every fiber in his being pulled at him, tearing him away from this situation. Something about this man drove Dunnaman's mind to only one solution, flee. Terror and primal urgest wiped almost all thought from his mind, but for some reason, he didn't run. For some reason, another emotion flooded him shortly after the fear. Another emotion that was more compelling and driving, something that normal emotionally adjusted people would ignore.
But Dunnaman isn't a normally adjusted individual.
What emotion, you might ask? Confused recognition. Dunnaman had managed to put two and two together, and realized that this man was someone he recognized. Even though he didn't know why or how he knew someone he had never laid eyes on before. This man was familiar in an almost dream-like sort of way. A person you've never met but have always known.
It took him a moment to speak, terror sweats beading down his face, as he managed to spew a few words. "Ah'm Dunnaman. Dunna who ah'm but ah've buhn trahvlahn fer a short tahm. Ahnly a couple weeks aht most." After he had managed to open his mouth to speak, he was able to bring himself to actually explain himself.
His accept peeped through particularly thick right about here, and he would have felt embarassed if he didn't have other more confusing emotions on the brain. "Ah had a rahn in weht thas harr scout shep. Thah ahttacked meh and ah retahlahyated. Had ter dahfend mahself, ya'nah? Sahry ehf they whar yah pahls."
Every fiber in his being pulled at him, tearing him away from this situation. Something about this man drove Dunnaman's mind to only one solution, flee. Terror and primal urgest wiped almost all thought from his mind, but for some reason, he didn't run. For some reason, another emotion flooded him shortly after the fear. Another emotion that was more compelling and driving, something that normal emotionally adjusted people would ignore.
But Dunnaman isn't a normally adjusted individual.
What emotion, you might ask? Confused recognition. Dunnaman had managed to put two and two together, and realized that this man was someone he recognized. Even though he didn't know why or how he knew someone he had never laid eyes on before. This man was familiar in an almost dream-like sort of way. A person you've never met but have always known.
It took him a moment to speak, terror sweats beading down his face, as he managed to spew a few words. "Ah'm Dunnaman. Dunna who ah'm but ah've buhn trahvlahn fer a short tahm. Ahnly a couple weeks aht most." After he had managed to open his mouth to speak, he was able to bring himself to actually explain himself.
His accept peeped through particularly thick right about here, and he would have felt embarassed if he didn't have other more confusing emotions on the brain. "Ah had a rahn in weht thas harr scout shep. Thah ahttacked meh and ah retahlahyated. Had ter dahfend mahself, ya'nah? Sahry ehf they whar yah pahls."
@MelonHead I'll be posting tonight, sorry for the delay.
@Alphakoka
That's respectable too, I'll accept that.
@Absolis
*Knocks over the trash can as he is thrown towards it, as he is too large to fit.*
Fite me nerd
That's respectable too, I'll accept that.
@Absolis
*Knocks over the trash can as he is thrown towards it, as he is too large to fit.*
Fite me nerd
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