Life is eating up my time to make thought-out posts. I'll be damned if I don't get a response out today, though.
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8 yrs ago
Dammit, smell! Why do you always lie about the taste of things!? Bread is never as good as you say it is! And vanilla extract tastes like petrified ass! PETRIFIED ASS!
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8 yrs ago
Using a phone on RPG. PROS: You can zoom in! CONS: fucking everything else!
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9 yrs ago
Glorious Math Teacher: "You know protractors, right? The rules we have for protractors are simple: Freshmen use these, don't put them in your mouth."
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9 yrs ago
Punching out Nazis and wrestling a yeti, sitting at home with some festive Spaghetti, rigging my boots up with high-power springs... These are a few of my favorite things!
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9 yrs ago
Still trying to figure out whether the Crusades qualify as actual wars, or a steaming hot mess of clusterfarkery best accompanied by the Benny Hill theme...
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I'm here, and I'm stuck in the middle with you.
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9 yrs ago
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And that god is Yog Sothoth. Praise be! Accept the inevitable destruction of your eternal being as the Outer Ones play their final notes, everyone! Godspeed to all!
@HHHippo
The champagne, which didn't taste particularly hallucinogenic, seemed to cause his room to look slimier as he drank it. Upon exitting, he found that the hallways were quite awful to smell, and there seemed to be black ooze on the floors, ceilings, and corners... When he reached the courtyard, it seemed rather like most of the plants had been transformed into glistening black tentacles, the tree was a large, bloodshot eye on a stalk that stared endlessly, alternating between the two people in the courtyard intently.
The man hoisted the burlap bag, apparently full of something quite heavy, as he trudged through the slimy black grass to meet the Russian.
"You're seein' this, right?"
@Eviledd1984
The statue in the north, presumably of Caerbog, was a large, scorched, and misshapen creature wearing a hawaiian shirt and nothing else, holding up a beef splitter victoriously. The loud voice emanated from it again.
"CAERBOG IS ALL THINGS IN EVERYTHING. CAERBOG IS THE TRUE GOD IN THIS COURTYARD. THE BLACK CREATOR. THE OMNI-BUILDER. THE ONE IN ALL. PRAISE CAERBOG WITH RIGHTEOUS SACRIFICE AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE MANY HOUSEHOLDS AND EXALTATIONS IN VALHALLA."
"Yer fukken' wrong," says the statue across from him, it appears to be a large, bronze snapping tortoise, "Saliamos is the only real god! An' I'm 'is highest priest! I ken bringye eternal bliss an' 'appiness fer the small price of one life! Y'can also save this entire subworld from burnin' in Caerbog's eternal hellfire!
"Praise Somnos..." Says the western statue, which was simply a pedastal and nothing else, "For doing the good lord's work shall bring peace unending... And supreme enlightenment..."
"Frauds, all of you! Making empty promises and keeping lies! Bring me the sacrifice!" said the statue to the east. It seemed to be a muscular greek god with nothing different about it from the real world than its taste in French berets...
@DJAtomika
The man jumped, holding his wrench at the ready. He seemed far less terrified when he saw who was behind him, but remained wary nonetheless, "What!? Who are you!?"
@Violetrose
"You gotta know where to look, I guess." Marvin said, shrugging, "Heard some rumors about it on the road, contacted a few people on the internet. Then I had a job fer the summer."
The car looked rather unimpressive in what little lighting the bar had. Though the card held sturdy and was likely never bent or folded in its existence, its many wrinkles shone in the light. Held at the right angle, it looked like elephant leather.
The champagne, which didn't taste particularly hallucinogenic, seemed to cause his room to look slimier as he drank it. Upon exitting, he found that the hallways were quite awful to smell, and there seemed to be black ooze on the floors, ceilings, and corners... When he reached the courtyard, it seemed rather like most of the plants had been transformed into glistening black tentacles, the tree was a large, bloodshot eye on a stalk that stared endlessly, alternating between the two people in the courtyard intently.
The man hoisted the burlap bag, apparently full of something quite heavy, as he trudged through the slimy black grass to meet the Russian.
"You're seein' this, right?"
@Eviledd1984
The statue in the north, presumably of Caerbog, was a large, scorched, and misshapen creature wearing a hawaiian shirt and nothing else, holding up a beef splitter victoriously. The loud voice emanated from it again.
"CAERBOG IS ALL THINGS IN EVERYTHING. CAERBOG IS THE TRUE GOD IN THIS COURTYARD. THE BLACK CREATOR. THE OMNI-BUILDER. THE ONE IN ALL. PRAISE CAERBOG WITH RIGHTEOUS SACRIFICE AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE MANY HOUSEHOLDS AND EXALTATIONS IN VALHALLA."
"Yer fukken' wrong," says the statue across from him, it appears to be a large, bronze snapping tortoise, "Saliamos is the only real god! An' I'm 'is highest priest! I ken bringye eternal bliss an' 'appiness fer the small price of one life! Y'can also save this entire subworld from burnin' in Caerbog's eternal hellfire!
"Praise Somnos..." Says the western statue, which was simply a pedastal and nothing else, "For doing the good lord's work shall bring peace unending... And supreme enlightenment..."
"Frauds, all of you! Making empty promises and keeping lies! Bring me the sacrifice!" said the statue to the east. It seemed to be a muscular greek god with nothing different about it from the real world than its taste in French berets...
@DJAtomika
The man jumped, holding his wrench at the ready. He seemed far less terrified when he saw who was behind him, but remained wary nonetheless, "What!? Who are you!?"
@Violetrose
"You gotta know where to look, I guess." Marvin said, shrugging, "Heard some rumors about it on the road, contacted a few people on the internet. Then I had a job fer the summer."
The car looked rather unimpressive in what little lighting the bar had. Though the card held sturdy and was likely never bent or folded in its existence, its many wrinkles shone in the light. Held at the right angle, it looked like elephant leather.
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9 yrs ago
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Tried to sneak into the junkyard and see if I could find a copy of E.T. Atari.
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9 yrs ago
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The postmodernist hipsters are gonna have your head on a pike for that one, bro.
That's precisely the thing, there's so much more good postmodernist hipster stuff they could be experiencing made by the same guy (I think) the story and characters were great and all, but the combat was tedious and uninteresting (Never particularly liked jrpgs or bullet hells, so I might be biased, but most of my friends in the fandom don't like either one either, yet they don't see this as the gaming equivalent of a pomegranate-butter and shit sandwich and completely gloss over it.) I've always been one for games that allow you to experience the story by choice. That's something that Undertale kinda does, but not really. For the most part, it just feels like a boring endurance test to make sure you're worthy of reading the rest of the story that you want to hear. It's like reading Homestuck, but you have to solve a rubix cube or sudoku every three pages.
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That's been the rhythm of this entire thread.
"Ah man, my coworkers are such a pain..."
"<Nope! Too gross, sorry!>"
"...you know, it sucks when you are playing video games and..."
"<Red pill MRA meninist casual racism>"
"...don't you hate it when people lie on their captcha's..."
"<Unsolicited opinions on Israel???>"
Sorry, jumped at the chance... Moving swiftly along!
I hated the 47 Ronin movie, Half Life 3 is never coming out, (I still want it, even with Fallout 4 being the disappointment that it was.) I just ran out of ramen, Undertale is not a masterpiece or the best game of the year, I had a banana in my lunch, so my entire lunch tasted like bananas, and my ass hurts.
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It's wrong when Al sharpton and the bitch Anita sarkessian make attacks against groups and get praise for it.
Political correctness does not protect the majority and it silences free speech
They get praise from their own guys, sure, just like the #Triggerers get praise from their fellows. Anita Sarkessian and Al Sharpton preach to the convinced, and the convinced cheer them on. Both of them are just starting to say absurd shit to stay relevant to anyone who isn't on their side already, and that's poisoning their message to outside eyes even further. Feminism in the mainstream is a gross caricature of its former self, yes, but now MRAs and other equal rights associations are being dragged down with it.
@VioletRose
Marvin seemed to smile through his beard.
"I signed up fer a job here place soon's I knew they were rebuildin' it... Benna my share of places like this. Kind of a hobby a'mine." He said, "Only been'ere a few hours te get situated before this place opened, though. I ain't kitchen staff, after all.
OOC: Whoops, pushed the wrong blue button last night. Again.
Marvin seemed to smile through his beard.
"I signed up fer a job here place soon's I knew they were rebuildin' it... Benna my share of places like this. Kind of a hobby a'mine." He said, "Only been'ere a few hours te get situated before this place opened, though. I ain't kitchen staff, after all.
OOC: Whoops, pushed the wrong blue button last night. Again.
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The articles with SJWs screaming bigotry shows that we ruffled their special snowflake feathers.
The posts with plaidshirts screaming censorship shows that they were ruffling their feathers more than usual. SJWs are like internet trolls, they don't run on self-righteousness, they just have self-righteous egoes that run on attention. Nobody in politics takes them seriously, and you shouldn't either. This isn't some massive war of righteousness, this is two bunches of kids in a schoolyard trying to rile each other up.
@Eviledd1984
The landscape is hilly and devastated, everything in it scorched black as ashes snow down from the sky. The smell of smoke seems to strengthen as he gets higher. His vision blurs as his pupils rapidly contract, and he can hear the north statue calling to him... This time with a voice. It was just as loud and booming as the notes implied, though it lacked any emotion or intonation.
"CAERBOG DOES NOT FUCK WITH MAN-APES. BRING CAERBOG A SACRIFICE OR YOU SHALL SUFFER IN CAERBOG'S ABANDONMENT."
From the south another statue seemed to call to him.
"Don' listenna that ol' fool." Said an androgynous, slurred voice to the south, "Hessa big, primitive shit'ead. *hic* Hessa one who got this ol' place burnt. I can fixxit, ifye bringer sacrifice terme."
"The others... Don't know anything... About responsibility..." a gruff voice said simply, coming from the west "Give me the sacrifice..."
The last statue to talk was the eastern one, "You're all a bunch of egotists with your heads in the clouds! I'm the only one who would know what to do with a sacrifice if I had one!"
@HHHippo
Luckily for the schemer, the balcony was a fair 20 feet above the ground. It would be tough to decide whether the brick path or the grass would make it a better decision.
"I could tell you right now, but I don't think you'd believe me. The best part about me not working here is that I don't have the keys to any rooms, or the clearance to enter any employee areas. I can only go where this uniform can take me, and that's here, the outside yard, and anywhere between those places and the supply shed." He said, with growing confidence in his statements, "There's literally no way I could have tampered with anything in there. Just... Drink some champagne, try to do something frustratng on the internet... Maybe try to put down your cigs for a while? When things get... Bothersome-And you'll know what I mean when it happens,- Come to the courtyard. I'll help you out."
@DJAtomika
The bottom floor didn't seem much less strange, though from here she could feel slight vibrations in the ground intermittently, with booming noises in the background. A man downstairs in torn, World-War-era military fatigues was fortifying the door with furniture. Bits and pieces of what looked to be medieval plate armor were strapped on where he could get them, his knees, left elbow, right shin, and upper right arm were well protected from whatever harm may come to him. A simple pan protected his head.
His weapon of choice may or may not be a pipe wrench, judging by the fact that he carries a rather large one to and from a toolbox whenever he needs more nails to pound things in place with said hunk of steel. His rifle seems to be the straightforward hunting fare, though this was on his back instead. The source of the smoke was a small fire, upon which a burly, rodent-like creature was roasting, half the size of a man. It may have been a kangaroo, but its claws were too long, and it had the eyes of a paranoid-schizophrenic horse and the snout of an amphibious anteater.
An unusually clean post-it-note was on the bottom step,
If you want, talk to them, but don't sneak up on them. If you're feeling sociable, let them find you. What remains of the Caerbogian Army is jumpy, but they usually mean well. They've been surviving here longer than I have.
-G
The landscape is hilly and devastated, everything in it scorched black as ashes snow down from the sky. The smell of smoke seems to strengthen as he gets higher. His vision blurs as his pupils rapidly contract, and he can hear the north statue calling to him... This time with a voice. It was just as loud and booming as the notes implied, though it lacked any emotion or intonation.
"CAERBOG DOES NOT FUCK WITH MAN-APES. BRING CAERBOG A SACRIFICE OR YOU SHALL SUFFER IN CAERBOG'S ABANDONMENT."
From the south another statue seemed to call to him.
"Don' listenna that ol' fool." Said an androgynous, slurred voice to the south, "Hessa big, primitive shit'ead. *hic* Hessa one who got this ol' place burnt. I can fixxit, ifye bringer sacrifice terme."
"The others... Don't know anything... About responsibility..." a gruff voice said simply, coming from the west "Give me the sacrifice..."
The last statue to talk was the eastern one, "You're all a bunch of egotists with your heads in the clouds! I'm the only one who would know what to do with a sacrifice if I had one!"
@HHHippo
Luckily for the schemer, the balcony was a fair 20 feet above the ground. It would be tough to decide whether the brick path or the grass would make it a better decision.
"I could tell you right now, but I don't think you'd believe me. The best part about me not working here is that I don't have the keys to any rooms, or the clearance to enter any employee areas. I can only go where this uniform can take me, and that's here, the outside yard, and anywhere between those places and the supply shed." He said, with growing confidence in his statements, "There's literally no way I could have tampered with anything in there. Just... Drink some champagne, try to do something frustratng on the internet... Maybe try to put down your cigs for a while? When things get... Bothersome-And you'll know what I mean when it happens,- Come to the courtyard. I'll help you out."
@DJAtomika
The bottom floor didn't seem much less strange, though from here she could feel slight vibrations in the ground intermittently, with booming noises in the background. A man downstairs in torn, World-War-era military fatigues was fortifying the door with furniture. Bits and pieces of what looked to be medieval plate armor were strapped on where he could get them, his knees, left elbow, right shin, and upper right arm were well protected from whatever harm may come to him. A simple pan protected his head.
His weapon of choice may or may not be a pipe wrench, judging by the fact that he carries a rather large one to and from a toolbox whenever he needs more nails to pound things in place with said hunk of steel. His rifle seems to be the straightforward hunting fare, though this was on his back instead. The source of the smoke was a small fire, upon which a burly, rodent-like creature was roasting, half the size of a man. It may have been a kangaroo, but its claws were too long, and it had the eyes of a paranoid-schizophrenic horse and the snout of an amphibious anteater.
An unusually clean post-it-note was on the bottom step,
If you want, talk to them, but don't sneak up on them. If you're feeling sociable, let them find you. What remains of the Caerbogian Army is jumpy, but they usually mean well. They've been surviving here longer than I have.
-G
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