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Another spamfic thing

There's something super pretentious about assigning yourself a theme song, so I'm just going with one I rly dig atm

And dystopia's my shit, there better be heavy psychological themes.

spam's theme

Herzinth said
You're in the top ten so, y'know

EXACTLY

spam's theme

All of those first posters need to go fuck themselves

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without taaj's op I look like such an asshole

Pet Peeve Thread

Halo said
"Why are you friends with these people?

Friends is the wrong term, it's more "people I hang out with but never enjoy"

I should stop but I can't

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I'm gonna cry

Did spam awards ever happen

Doivid said
p. much yeah

the best thing to come out of 2013

no seriously

Robin Williams is dead at 63.

Doivid said
You injected a personal story in the post he responded to. He managed to relate it back to Robin Williams' life. And now you're saying you 'thought this thread was supposed to be about Robin Williams'? How does that make sense.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Did spam awards ever happen

Hank said
All the Spam Awards after the glorious original in 2010 are pointless. The lot of you can never hope to emulate the hysterical success, breathtaking scope and (most importantly) juicy scandals of the first edition.

It was a big ball of attention whoring from what I've gathered, hardly what you describe it as, but entertaining none the less.

Gates of the Mire

Bjorn was bewildered by the staggering size of the 'chamber' (can't quite call it a chamber if you can't make out the roof), and took to surveying his surroundings with great care. The bustling ecosystem within the chamber provided a sense of comfort, but it also raised an amount of questions; how did the rats, insects, and birds manage to thrive in the cold, wet depths of the ruins, and most importantly, how could the vegetation possibly be this abundant and fruitful with the only form of light being the diluted sunshine from the top of the tower?

'Strange.'

Bjorn tuned into Theon's spiteful speech about the motes, which confirmed his assumption that they had all faced the same tribulations. He briefly pondered what had happened to Theon that made her abhor the motes, but it was none of his business, and he had more important things to attend to before assessing his peers.

His first instinct was to transverse the vines to ascend to the second level as Kalia had done, but he was a massive fellow and it was entirely possible that the vines could snap under his weight. However, this was the easiest solution, and if it failed, he could always come back and reassess. He took a careful grip of the vines with both hands, planted his right foot against the wall, and slowly hoisted his weight upward. The vines held, but he would have to be quick and smart about his ascent. He placed the ball of his left foot onto a thick cluster of vines, and once he was confident that they would hold, he reached up as high as he possibly could and grabbed a handful with his right hand. The vines had begun to unwind and fray, but thankfully he had made it to the second level at this point. He flopped over onto the walkway and whistled in unlikely success, silently hoping that climbing vines wouldn't resurface in the future. He rose to his feet and casually sauntered towards the stairs behind Kalia.