xAsunaWolfx
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The Sriracha Lover
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8 yrs ago
My username may contain wolf, however, I'm actually a dog. Give me attention.
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9 yrs ago
Do you realize that if you call a restroom a bathroom that has no bathing facilities in it, you're just lying to yourself and the rest of the world? :D
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10 yrs ago
I'm back :3
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Yo. I'm a university student. I do the honors program with a major in Biomedical science and a minor in microbiology. I might have a brain but I don't always use it (aka I say a lot of dumb shit). I love getting to know people and I've met some life long friends from this site. With that being said, I am very busy during the school year but I hope to be around here a little more like I was before guild fall. I guess I grew up on this site a little. I've been around here since I was 15, so I've been roleplaying for quite awhile. I love fantasy, slice of life, anime ....and the kind of stuff you only RP in PMs *SUBTLE HINT*. Guinea pigs are my favorite animals and tofu is my favorite food. Oh, and I'm not a white person. I'm more of a dark white.. not really black but grey if you will. I'm not really a normal person.
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mr hi. maybe kang's idea would make CS come -_-
@Brand- Agreed. Asking why there is still dirt doesn't make sense since the earth is really composed of it and without dirt... Well, there would be little to no life. While monkeys are.... Monkeys
you be trippin' all dah time.
“O-oh? Melvin. Yeah, you’ve mentioned it. My condolences, I seem to be out of it after an eventful night.” A heap of exhaustion was carried about her dreary voice, but she had managed to force a smile onto her lips- it came out as a half-smile. For a seemingly bad arsonist at first, she could not blame his cause, as he explained why innocent lives had fallen for the bettering of a future that has already gone awry. It was Her own fault was not being about to douse her guilty conscience for possibly having to take lives. Although she much preferred stealing anything but a life, Deimos would have to ponder over this and over time, gain more trust.
It feels odd to see a bed kept together well, after so many nights on the streets and cheap motels. She thought as her fingertips brushed against the doorknob cautiously before creaking the door close, so that the dark room would still be partially lit by the light of Melvin’s lantern. With a sense of tension, she walked gracefully over to the bed, sitting down onto the mattress. When the thought of how normal people slept light of clothes, Deimos stifled a chuckle and shook her head- just armor worked better instead. A minute later, her green boots sat next to the nightstand, on which her cloak was neatly folded with a cross bow stuck in-between it’s silky folds. Sleep hung heavily on her eyes, even her fingers had moved to grab her flute in a sluggish manner. The instrument seemed to hum to life as she sat on the bed, placing the instrument to her lips. She played a quiet, sorrowful tune on her flute, her fingers moving with years of experience as she produced a piece that danced with emotion. This was no normal song, it’s sound brought rejuvenation and heavy relaxation void of concerns to anyone within ear range. By the end of her song, her back, supported by old pillows, was slumped against the head board. In the next couple of blinks, she saw darkness.
“What the hell?” Deimos jolted upwards in bed, her heart nearly expoding until her mind washed her over with memories, reminding her of recent events. She sighed into her hand- Oh yeah, her life was different now. Leaving behind the clothes that she had removed for sleep while setting her flute on the table, she pattered out into the hallway. “Um….Leader-boy?” She called out to him darkly, if she had just been a stranger entering his place, her voice in the way she’d always carry herself screamed darkness & suspicion, as if she had another motive. “I don’t know how long it has been, but I’d feel bad for raiding your food supplies, but I’d also feel bad if I drug the authorities back here if I went to grab something.”
It feels odd to see a bed kept together well, after so many nights on the streets and cheap motels. She thought as her fingertips brushed against the doorknob cautiously before creaking the door close, so that the dark room would still be partially lit by the light of Melvin’s lantern. With a sense of tension, she walked gracefully over to the bed, sitting down onto the mattress. When the thought of how normal people slept light of clothes, Deimos stifled a chuckle and shook her head- just armor worked better instead. A minute later, her green boots sat next to the nightstand, on which her cloak was neatly folded with a cross bow stuck in-between it’s silky folds. Sleep hung heavily on her eyes, even her fingers had moved to grab her flute in a sluggish manner. The instrument seemed to hum to life as she sat on the bed, placing the instrument to her lips. She played a quiet, sorrowful tune on her flute, her fingers moving with years of experience as she produced a piece that danced with emotion. This was no normal song, it’s sound brought rejuvenation and heavy relaxation void of concerns to anyone within ear range. By the end of her song, her back, supported by old pillows, was slumped against the head board. In the next couple of blinks, she saw darkness.
“What the hell?” Deimos jolted upwards in bed, her heart nearly expoding until her mind washed her over with memories, reminding her of recent events. She sighed into her hand- Oh yeah, her life was different now. Leaving behind the clothes that she had removed for sleep while setting her flute on the table, she pattered out into the hallway. “Um….Leader-boy?” She called out to him darkly, if she had just been a stranger entering his place, her voice in the way she’d always carry herself screamed darkness & suspicion, as if she had another motive. “I don’t know how long it has been, but I’d feel bad for raiding your food supplies, but I’d also feel bad if I drug the authorities back here if I went to grab something.”
Alex said
if we evolved from monkeys then why are there still monkeys?checkmate athiests
This question has me curious. Any evolutionist want to take that one? it was rather...overlooked, or it was server lag.
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I still stand on my side, however,Imma just leave this here, back to the basics. The scientific method, if you so please. Both sides have an argument because it comes with guesses & fact. It depends on how you conduct your research & your results.
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