Moondog
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« Reply #75 on: January 26, 2009, 05:08:14 PM » |
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19:02:35 [Chip] I deserve it Zhen...Everytime I open my mouth --;;
19:02:47 [Xachariah] You do have feet, but my jaw is strong and my teeth are sharp. Don't even contemplate anything else. = P
19:02:53 [Moondog] They did *not* actually have anal intercourse with the boys. They usually kept it at 3rd base~
19:02:58 [Gyrit] Every time you open your mouth....no...no...too easy.
19:03:08 [Moondog] (Chip has hobbit feet)
19:03:11 [Zhen] xD
19:03:16 [Zhen] Omg...
19:03:21 [Moondog] (...Which explains his general stature........))
19:03:31 [Chip] (....You are so dead mister))
19:03:33 Von enters this room
19:03:35 [Gyrit] ...Sex is home plate.
19:03:45 [Gyrit] Hence "scoring".
19:03:50 [Crane] Third base is like, fondling of the important bits
19:03:51 [Nnq] Oh. Right.
19:03:53 [Moondog] Right.
19:03:57 Chip sulks in Zhen's arms. "Everyone make fun of Von for a change."
19:04:06 [Gyrit] Chip: "It comes in PINTS?!"
19:04:07 [Moondog] Third base is heavy petting and the like.
19:04:09 [Crane] Like if you take a couple swings with my bat, but don't actully go to plate.
19:04:14 [Nnq] Cuz I'm confused..
19:04:24 Zhen cuddles and pets Chip.<3
19:04:39 [Gyrit] First base is kissing, second is groping, third is oral, home is sex.
19:04:45 Chip chews his cold ramen patty..."Maybe if I added cheese to the batter..."
19:04:49 [Crane] First is kissing, second is just general petting above the waist.
19:04:57 [Nnq] Huh. Right.
19:05:03 [Gyrit] Actually, third base might be, like, a handjob.
19:05:12 [Moondog] ... Right. So they kept it at 3rd base.
19:05:15 [Xachariah] ... I took a sip of soda and then looked at this screen. I almost blasted the laptop with Pibb Xtra.
19:05:30 [Chip] Why are you people talking about things you';ll never have?
19:05:33 [Von] "Ok, I have no idea what spurred this conversation, but I want it."
19:05:37 [Chip] <Venom>
19:05:44 [Crane] Third base stops short of intercourse.
19:05:45 [Von] *in
19:05:50 [Xachariah] You want handjobs from little boys? Ew, man.
19:05:51 [Nnq] 19:04:45 Chip chews his cold man patty..."Maybe if I added cheese to the batter..."
19:06:00 [Gyrit] Chip, you need to get laid.
19:06:01 [Moondog] ... You want Pederasty, Von. Wtf.
19:06:08 [Moondog] Get out, Von.
19:06:17 [Crane] Jesus Von, you sick fuck.
19:06:18 [Von] "I meant to say IN damn it."
19:06:24 [Chip] This is an exampe of looking before you leap, Von.
19:06:27 [Zhen] HAHAHAHAH
19:06:32 [Zhen] OMFG.
19:06:32 Von typoes at the worst times.
19:06:33 [Moondog] Ahahahaha. xD
19:06:45 [Xachariah] ... YOU STILL WANT PEDERASTY.
19:06:45 [Chip] You were screwed from the start dude.
19:06:47 [Gyrit] Anyone shocked von is a pedophile?
19:06:48 [Xachariah] D =
19:06:50 [Crane] You want in little boys?
19:06:50 [Von] "And I meant into the conversation!"
19:06:58 [Crane] Get the fook out man.
19:07:07 [Moondog] ... Bwahahaha.
19:07:09 [Gyrit] Me neither,
19:07:10 Von goes down with the ship. "In! Conversation! Damn you all!" Sinks.
19:07:27 Zhen takes the spade away from Von. xD
19:07:29 [Crane] ......
19:07:34 Chip bows his head. "Poor Von. We barely knew ye.....Now whats for lunch?"
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« Reply #76 on: January 30, 2009, 03:26:05 PM » |
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17:25:22 [Dalton] Wow I lasted almost three minutes
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Lorelai
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« Reply #77 on: February 02, 2009, 05:52:53 PM » |
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Another great from Dalton:
19:51:46 [Aldis] I'll play with myself and you can feel free to join in.
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Dalton
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"Raccoon" is spelled with two 'C's, peasants!
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« Reply #78 on: February 02, 2009, 05:56:04 PM » |
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I know self-quote is fail, but...
16:32:45 Rosalia enters this room
16:34:13 [Lyf whispers to Dalton] XD great picture
16:42:50 Dalton enters this room
16:42:51 >[Dalton] >> Please do not think that just because you entered this room, you automatically have the job. I am going to ask some questions, and I am going to ask for a sample post. Don't agree? Tough.
16:43:00 [Dalton] Does the job come with perks?
16:45:02 [Rosalia] Depends on what kind of perks you are looking for.
16:45:17 [Dalton] Perky ones.
16:45:27 [Rosalia] No.
16:45:41 [Dalton] Well if a perk wasn't perky it wouldn't be much of a perk.
16:45:42 [Rosalia] Of course, it could. But if that's all you are looking for...then, no.
16:46:07 ~Leviathan~ enters this room
16:46:25 [Dalton] I think Rosalia's trying to suggest I'm here looking for sex.
16:46:38 [Dalton] She's obviously got a dirty mind so maybe you shouldn't bother applying for this job.
16:46:45 [~Leviathan~] At first glance, I had as well.
16:46:52 [Rosalia] Obviously, of course.
16:46:54 [~Leviathan~] But, I don't think you were.
16:47:16 [~Leviathan~] It's fine if she does, my character happens to be married. I'm merely looking for something to do.
16:47:39 [~Leviathan~] So, you are looking for a bodyguard? Whom would I have to guard you from?
16:47:55 [Dalton] No so fast. We have to have a sample post competition.
16:48:02 [Rosalia] -shrug- Whatever I decided to throw at you.
16:49:01 [~Leviathan~] Fine. I'll let you go first, post us a sample.
16:49:23 [~Leviathan~] And, that is good. hopefully it may be challenging once in a while?
16:49:40 Rosalia notes that neither of you are guaranteed to get the job.
16:49:52 [Rosalia] Possibly.
16:50:07 [Rosalia] But then again, I don't really know what you consider challenging.
16:50:33 [~Leviathan~] Well, then I wouldn't mind trying out.
16:50:45 [~Leviathan~] And just about anything would do.
16:51:36 Fyng enters this room
16:52:03 Fyng exits from this room
16:52:13 Dalton crawls out of the dumpster, blinking his eyes up at the darkening evening sky. He sits up on his hind legs and licks a little filth off of his paws as his striped tail sways gingerly behind him. Then he raises his body high, testing the air currents with his sensitive nose to determine where the nearest meal may be found. Sure, he had just come out of a dumpster, but eating old rancid garbage is a last resort. His train of thought is broken when the sond of footteps reach his ears, warning of an approaching human, and he darts behind the dumpster. Safe, for now, he watches from behind that black mask until the danger has passed by.
16:53:02 Deakhal enters this room
16:54:51 [~Leviathan~] -posting-
17:00:25 [~Leviathan~] A slight shift in the air, barely noticable, but still happening, caused a bitter chill to arise. But, this was not as noticable as the man standing, his back leaned against a brick wall. He was clad in dark clothing, boots upon his feet, black pants covering his legs, these fit rather nicely, and a long sleeved shirt, buttons running up the front, stopping at the top two, those long sleeves being rolled to his elbows, and fashioned into neat little cuffs. Long ebon strands waved lightly in that chilling breeze, whipping at his face, and about his head. His skin, the palest alabaster shade one could possibly imagine, he looked sickly, near death almost, as if he shouldn't be out in this type of weather without anything less than a portable heater. Yet, he was finer than the healthiest man. From the ivory sea that was his face, stared pools of green, almost perfect in the little that there was. His arms crossed over his chest, a slight sigh was heaved as he stared into the street, not really --
17:00:54 [~Leviathan~] -- Paying any attention to anything in particular. He stood silently, waiting for somethign to happen, somethign exciting.
17:01:31 [~Leviathan~] Meh. Be right back.
17:01:36 [Rosalia] Hmm.
17:01:48 [Rosalia] Leviathan definitely wins the posting contest.
17:02:01 [Dalton] He used italics, of course he wins.
17:02:12 [Dalton] I should have thought to use italics.
17:02:42 [Rosalia] Yes. That was the reason.
17:04:52 [Dalton] Okay, I'm going to try again.
17:05:25 [Dalton] -- A slight shift in the trash. A raccoon crawls out of the dumpster, blinking his eyes up at the darkening evening sky. He sits up on his hind legs and licks a little filth off of his paws as his striped tail sways gingerly behind him. Then he raises his body high, testing the air currents with his sensitive nose to determine where the nearest meal may be found. Sure, he had just come out of a dumpster, but eating old rancid garbage is a last resort. His train of thought is broken when the sond of footteps reach his ears, warning of an approaching human, and he darts behind the dumpster. Safe, for now, he watches from behind that black mask until the danger has passed by. --
17:05:28 [Rosalia] Hmm. And...your chara is a raccoon?
17:06:39 [Dalton] Yes.
17:07:09 [Deakhal] Good choice. Cuteness factor always wins.
17:07:21 [Rosalia] Heh.
17:07:28 [Rosalia] Sorry. But, the answer is no.
17:08:01 [Dalton] I posted in italics that time.
17:09:40 [Rosalia] And?
17:09:53 [Dalton] That makes me cool.
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« Reply #79 on: February 06, 2009, 03:55:48 PM » |
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Massive quote for one link, I feel special http://xkcd.com/ but the two seem to mirror each other a bit. 19:02:35 [Chip] I deserve it Zhen...Everytime I open my mouth --;;
19:02:47 [Xachariah] You do have feet, but my jaw is strong and my teeth are sharp. Don't even contemplate anything else. = P
19:02:53 [Moondog] They did *not* actually have anal intercourse with the boys. They usually kept it at 3rd base~
19:02:58 [Gyrit] Every time you open your mouth....no...no...too easy.
19:03:08 [Moondog] (Chip has hobbit feet)
19:03:11 [Zhen] xD
19:03:16 [Zhen] Omg...
19:03:21 [Moondog] (...Which explains his general stature........))
19:03:31 [Chip] (....You are so dead mister))
19:03:33 Von enters this room
19:03:35 [Gyrit] ...Sex is home plate.
19:03:45 [Gyrit] Hence "scoring".
19:03:50 [Crane] Third base is like, fondling of the important bits
19:03:51 [Nnq] Oh. Right.
19:03:53 [Moondog] Right.
19:03:57 Chip sulks in Zhen's arms. "Everyone make fun of Von for a change."
19:04:06 [Gyrit] Chip: "It comes in PINTS?!"
19:04:07 [Moondog] Third base is heavy petting and the like.
19:04:09 [Crane] Like if you take a couple swings with my bat, but don't actully go to plate.
19:04:14 [Nnq] Cuz I'm confused..
19:04:24 Zhen cuddles and pets Chip.<3
19:04:39 [Gyrit] First base is kissing, second is groping, third is oral, home is sex.
19:04:45 Chip chews his cold ramen patty..."Maybe if I added cheese to the batter..."
19:04:49 [Crane] First is kissing, second is just general petting above the waist.
19:04:57 [Nnq] Huh. Right.
19:05:03 [Gyrit] Actually, third base might be, like, a handjob.
19:05:12 [Moondog] ... Right. So they kept it at 3rd base.
19:05:15 [Xachariah] ... I took a sip of soda and then looked at this screen. I almost blasted the laptop with Pibb Xtra.
19:05:30 [Chip] Why are you people talking about things you';ll never have?
19:05:33 [Von] "Ok, I have no idea what spurred this conversation, but I want it."
19:05:37 [Chip] <Venom>
19:05:44 [Crane] Third base stops short of intercourse.
19:05:45 [Von] *in
19:05:50 [Xachariah] You want handjobs from little boys? Ew, man.
19:05:51 [Nnq] 19:04:45 Chip chews his cold man patty..."Maybe if I added cheese to the batter..."
19:06:00 [Gyrit] Chip, you need to get laid.
19:06:01 [Moondog] ... You want Pederasty, Von. Wtf.
19:06:08 [Moondog] Get out, Von.
19:06:17 [Crane] Jesus Von, you sick fuck.
19:06:18 [Von] "I meant to say IN damn it."
19:06:24 [Chip] This is an exampe of looking before you leap, Von.
19:06:27 [Zhen] HAHAHAHAH
19:06:32 [Zhen] OMFG.
19:06:32 Von typoes at the worst times.
19:06:33 [Moondog] Ahahahaha. xD
19:06:45 [Xachariah] ... YOU STILL WANT PEDERASTY.
19:06:45 [Chip] You were screwed from the start dude.
19:06:47 [Gyrit] Anyone shocked von is a pedophile?
19:06:48 [Xachariah] D =
19:06:50 [Crane] You want in little boys?
19:06:50 [Von] "And I meant into the conversation!"
19:06:58 [Crane] Get the fook out man.
19:07:07 [Moondog] ... Bwahahaha.
19:07:09 [Gyrit] Me neither,
19:07:10 Von goes down with the ship. "In! Conversation! Damn you all!" Sinks.
19:07:27 Zhen takes the spade away from Von. xD
19:07:29 [Crane] ......
19:07:34 Chip bows his head. "Poor Von. We barely knew ye.....Now whats for lunch?"
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« Reply #80 on: February 06, 2009, 05:57:51 PM » |
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19:56:14 Lurkable may try and draw Senso said shitless picture if his player isn't angry at him. >>
19:56:54 [Neffie] ..ahaha. Shitless picture. Applauds.
19:57:05 [Lurkable] I always DO that.
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« Reply #81 on: February 19, 2009, 06:15:41 PM » |
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Let's bring the quotes thread back...
20:13:46 [Gyrit] Sex? More like masturbation.
I don't think this needs context.
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« Reply #82 on: March 02, 2009, 06:59:32 AM » |
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08:57:54 Xachariah hijacks a frosting-transport vehicle. Three. Hundred. Rubs. AW YEAH
RUBS
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« Reply #83 on: March 09, 2009, 07:23:35 AM » |
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10:09:58 >> Tamerlaine enters this room
10:18:39 >> I_AM_THE_DOORWAY enters this room
10:18:56 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY -And then, the sound of iron being sheared in two. It was a high pitched, grating screech, followed by the rush of wind filling a vaccum. From the ground below, a putrid boiling mass of black filth bubbled forth. The bile spewing from that unholy portal to the outer immeteria gave off a heavy, faintly sweet scent. It is the scent of a five day old battlefield in which there is no victor, and the rivers of blood and gore have congealed upon the ground and turned the dirt to mud. Anything which the black bile came in contact with would become instantly digested, corrupted, and corroded beyond recognition. Another screech like that of metal torqued beyond it's point of stress pierces the air as the portal in the dirt increased it's circumfrence hundredfold. At this width, the distant horrors of the Bereavmental can be heard, echoing in the air at a bairly audible drone that grates at the ears like nails upon a chalkboard. The sound of air rushing to fill a vaccum has risen significantly from /c
10:19:10 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY /c a mere rush of air to the roar of winds being dragged through a hole at near gale force. As all this transpires, a certain portion of the black stinking muck seperates itself from the rest, rising in the air like a cresting wave. This selfsame pulsing corpulent mass begins to take shape and form, humanoid; vaguely humanoid. The black medium by which it entered this world begins to harden around it, taking the consistency of enamel at it's core. Then another layer of muck takes the role of long atrophied muscle and flesh the consistency of salted beef. At last, what appears to be the cloth that enshrouds the dead simply births itself from the oily bile that has taken the role of the thusfar headless thing's skin. This cloth is soaked, it seems, with the green slime that lines a living creatures intestinal tract, easily recognizeable to any seasoned warrior as the very liquid that issues from a sliced belly. This green muck crusts quickly on that cloth; the cloth at this point having assumed a /c
10:19:26 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY /c relatively bipedal appearance. The fact that a portion of the tombcloth has been pulled foreward over what must be head suggests that the creatures emblence is nigh completion. Spindily, nearly invisible suggestions of what might have once been ancient, frail, human arms waver beneath the cloth; glimpses of these are brief however, and oft caused by a stray breeze blowing the shade's covering this way or that. No legs have sembled themselves from the quickly drying pool of dying filth. It is safe to assume they never will, seeing as the abomination against every God of light has risen into the air like a thing unbound by such corporeal laws as gravity. The hissing burble eminates from the hood, a sound akin to the death gurgle of a man dying of a slit throat. No eyes can be seen peering from the apparition's "face", nor are any lips visible that could make this loathesome gurgle possible. Without warning, the roar of escaping air ceased. The portal within the ground issued forth a last spurt of oily /c
10:19:41 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY /c blackness, then ceased to be open, leaving naught but a patch of drying bile upon the ground. That..thing..that abomination floated forth, its movements jerky, and from it's every surface occasionally one will see the appearance of faint scratches of light in the air. It almost appears as if this alien (THE OUTSIDER) creature is so wrong for this plane that it does not even mesh right with time and space. Every movement it makes seems hindered, like it has to force it's way through realities fabric. It is everything the Gods are not. It is Uncreation made corporeal. As one watches the apparition (THE OUTSIDER) move one's eyes begin to sting and mind to ache as the brain struggles to give what it (THE EYELESS ONE) is seeing shape and form. -
10:19:54 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
10:19:59 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] REALLY?
10:20:22 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] EVEN THE DUDE WHO PLAYS THE APOCOLIPTIC PALE HORSE OF DEAD RUNS FROM DOORWAY?
10:20:33 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
10:21:41 >> I_AM_THE_DOORWAY exits from this room
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« Reply #84 on: March 10, 2009, 03:19:13 PM » |
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10:09:58 >> Tamerlaine enters this room
10:18:39 >> I_AM_THE_DOORWAY enters this room
10:18:56 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY -And then, the sound of iron being sheared in two. It was a high pitched, grating screech, followed by the rush of wind filling a vaccum. From the ground below, a putrid boiling mass of black filth bubbled forth. The bile spewing from that unholy portal to the outer immeteria gave off a heavy, faintly sweet scent. It is the scent of a five day old battlefield in which there is no victor, and the rivers of blood and gore have congealed upon the ground and turned the dirt to mud. Anything which the black bile came in contact with would become instantly digested, corrupted, and corroded beyond recognition. Another screech like that of metal torqued beyond it's point of stress pierces the air as the portal in the dirt increased it's circumfrence hundredfold. At this width, the distant horrors of the Bereavmental can be heard, echoing in the air at a bairly audible drone that grates at the ears like nails upon a chalkboard. The sound of air rushing to fill a vaccum has risen significantly from /c
10:19:10 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY /c a mere rush of air to the roar of winds being dragged through a hole at near gale force. As all this transpires, a certain portion of the black stinking muck seperates itself from the rest, rising in the air like a cresting wave. This selfsame pulsing corpulent mass begins to take shape and form, humanoid; vaguely humanoid. The black medium by which it entered this world begins to harden around it, taking the consistency of enamel at it's core. Then another layer of muck takes the role of long atrophied muscle and flesh the consistency of salted beef. At last, what appears to be the cloth that enshrouds the dead simply births itself from the oily bile that has taken the role of the thusfar headless thing's skin. This cloth is soaked, it seems, with the green slime that lines a living creatures intestinal tract, easily recognizeable to any seasoned warrior as the very liquid that issues from a sliced belly. This green muck crusts quickly on that cloth; the cloth at this point having assumed a /c
10:19:26 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY /c relatively bipedal appearance. The fact that a portion of the tombcloth has been pulled foreward over what must be head suggests that the creatures emblence is nigh completion. Spindily, nearly invisible suggestions of what might have once been ancient, frail, human arms waver beneath the cloth; glimpses of these are brief however, and oft caused by a stray breeze blowing the shade's covering this way or that. No legs have sembled themselves from the quickly drying pool of dying filth. It is safe to assume they never will, seeing as the abomination against every God of light has risen into the air like a thing unbound by such corporeal laws as gravity. The hissing burble eminates from the hood, a sound akin to the death gurgle of a man dying of a slit throat. No eyes can be seen peering from the apparition's "face", nor are any lips visible that could make this loathesome gurgle possible. Without warning, the roar of escaping air ceased. The portal within the ground issued forth a last spurt of oily /c
10:19:41 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY /c blackness, then ceased to be open, leaving naught but a patch of drying bile upon the ground. That..thing..that abomination floated forth, its movements jerky, and from it's every surface occasionally one will see the appearance of faint scratches of light in the air. It almost appears as if this alien (THE OUTSIDER) creature is so wrong for this plane that it does not even mesh right with time and space. Every movement it makes seems hindered, like it has to force it's way through realities fabric. It is everything the Gods are not. It is Uncreation made corporeal. As one watches the apparition (THE OUTSIDER) move one's eyes begin to sting and mind to ache as the brain struggles to give what it (THE EYELESS ONE) is seeing shape and form. -
10:19:54 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
10:19:59 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] REALLY?
10:20:22 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] EVEN THE DUDE WHO PLAYS THE APOCOLIPTIC PALE HORSE OF DEAD RUNS FROM DOORWAY?
10:20:33 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
10:21:41 >> I_AM_THE_DOORWAY exits from this room
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« Reply #85 on: March 10, 2009, 03:25:17 PM » |
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10:09:58 >> Tamerlaine enters this room
10:18:39 >> I_AM_THE_DOORWAY enters this room
10:18:56 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY -And then, the sound of iron being sheared in two. It was a high pitched, grating screech, followed by the rush of wind filling a vaccum. From the ground below, a putrid boiling mass of black filth bubbled forth. The bile spewing from that unholy portal to the outer immeteria gave off a heavy, faintly sweet scent. It is the scent of a five day old battlefield in which there is no victor, and the rivers of blood and gore have congealed upon the ground and turned the dirt to mud. Anything which the black bile came in contact with would become instantly digested, corrupted, and corroded beyond recognition. Another screech like that of metal torqued beyond it's point of stress pierces the air as the portal in the dirt increased it's circumfrence hundredfold. At this width, the distant horrors of the Bereavmental can be heard, echoing in the air at a bairly audible drone that grates at the ears like nails upon a chalkboard. The sound of air rushing to fill a vaccum has risen significantly from /c
10:19:10 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY /c a mere rush of air to the roar of winds being dragged through a hole at near gale force. As all this transpires, a certain portion of the black stinking muck seperates itself from the rest, rising in the air like a cresting wave. This selfsame pulsing corpulent mass begins to take shape and form, humanoid; vaguely humanoid. The black medium by which it entered this world begins to harden around it, taking the consistency of enamel at it's core. Then another layer of muck takes the role of long atrophied muscle and flesh the consistency of salted beef. At last, what appears to be the cloth that enshrouds the dead simply births itself from the oily bile that has taken the role of the thusfar headless thing's skin. This cloth is soaked, it seems, with the green slime that lines a living creatures intestinal tract, easily recognizeable to any seasoned warrior as the very liquid that issues from a sliced belly. This green muck crusts quickly on that cloth; the cloth at this point having assumed a /c
10:19:26 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY /c relatively bipedal appearance. The fact that a portion of the tombcloth has been pulled foreward over what must be head suggests that the creatures emblence is nigh completion. Spindily, nearly invisible suggestions of what might have once been ancient, frail, human arms waver beneath the cloth; glimpses of these are brief however, and oft caused by a stray breeze blowing the shade's covering this way or that. No legs have sembled themselves from the quickly drying pool of dying filth. It is safe to assume they never will, seeing as the abomination against every God of light has risen into the air like a thing unbound by such corporeal laws as gravity. The hissing burble eminates from the hood, a sound akin to the death gurgle of a man dying of a slit throat. No eyes can be seen peering from the apparition's "face", nor are any lips visible that could make this loathesome gurgle possible. Without warning, the roar of escaping air ceased. The portal within the ground issued forth a last spurt of oily /c
10:19:41 I_AM_THE_DOORWAY /c blackness, then ceased to be open, leaving naught but a patch of drying bile upon the ground. That..thing..that abomination floated forth, its movements jerky, and from it's every surface occasionally one will see the appearance of faint scratches of light in the air. It almost appears as if this alien (THE OUTSIDER) creature is so wrong for this plane that it does not even mesh right with time and space. Every movement it makes seems hindered, like it has to force it's way through realities fabric. It is everything the Gods are not. It is Uncreation made corporeal. As one watches the apparition (THE OUTSIDER) move one's eyes begin to sting and mind to ache as the brain struggles to give what it (THE EYELESS ONE) is seeing shape and form. -
10:19:54 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
10:19:59 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] REALLY?
10:20:22 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] EVEN THE DUDE WHO PLAYS THE APOCOLIPTIC PALE HORSE OF DEAD RUNS FROM DOORWAY?
10:20:33 [I_AM_THE_DOORWAY] JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
10:21:41 >> I_AM_THE_DOORWAY exits from this room
And this dear friends is why paraposting is a bad thing. No Rustikins, that is why having an Ego as big as Egypt and feeling the need to pad your e-penis is a bad thing. Also this may be arguing semantics but thats Multi Para posting >> either way its not that funny just...egotistical and annoying x.x |
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« Reply #86 on: March 10, 2009, 03:34:02 PM » |
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Wow you two totally missed the joke
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« Reply #87 on: March 10, 2009, 03:35:32 PM » |
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Also Rosery stop posting forever
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« Reply #88 on: March 15, 2009, 01:28:26 AM » |
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04:27:10 [Moondog] Robert, did you have anything else you wanted to ask/bounce off of me?
04:27:17 [Robert] Yes.
04:27:26 Robert throws a bowling ball at Moondog's crotch.
This made me rofl.
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« Reply #89 on: April 04, 2009, 03:18:51 AM » |
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Awesome quote Scarls, makes me laugh every time I read it.  DarkWind leaves his towering throne of bones, precarious atop The Ream Machine, for Terness' pleasure. Also, the cookies. [SSS] "Tern's getting reamed, what?" Terness has a FML. Terness is reamed. [Rusti] "You know." [Rusti] "Seeing that" [Rusti] "It's kind of like seeing porn of Roll from Megaman" [Rusti] "It's just wrong." [Rusti] "It's just... it's not right." [Rusti] "Roll is cute and for hugs and for telling Rock to FIGHT FOR EVERLASTING PEACE." [Rusti] "Not for sexings."  [Rusti] "It's like Tails." D: Terness smells like vanilla, rubs herself on Rusti. [Rusti] "Tails is not for sexings" Rusti nosebleeds. =.O; Rusti meditates to avoid arousal. [Rusti] ¦< [Terness] It doesn't help that I'm naked. [Rusti] 8< Rusti nosegeysersofbloodfallover Terness lollls. [Rusti] [ DESTROYED ] [Terness] Play again? [Rusti] *Guilty Gear End Round theme* [Terness] Insert coin. I hate self quoting but this needed to be quoted. |
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« Reply #90 on: May 07, 2009, 09:15:35 AM » |
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12:13:31 [J] Wait. Jesus christ, that scared the shit out of me. I forgot a girl drew a heart on my boob. I thought I'd grown an extra nipple or something then.
It's back.
Like a bad kebab.
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« Reply #91 on: May 07, 2009, 11:59:01 AM » |
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13:52:41 [Siege{Chaos}] yay, people
13:53:02 [Skurge] >.>
13:53:05 Hobo lurks.
13:54:30 [Hobo] what dong do I want to listen to on Youtube?
13:55:30 [Skurge] Something big....
13:56:52 [Incandescence] Haha.
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« Reply #92 on: June 04, 2009, 02:17:17 AM » |
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05:09:35 [Crane] And they are re-roofing the building. Unfortunately the only place they could put the large thing full of molten tar is outside our window.
05:10:11 [Gui] Prefect for disposing of evidence, Crane.
05:10:20 [Gui] Or coworkers. How large?
05:10:37 [Gui] Tern, take notes.
05:11:37 [Crane] Large enough to make me a bit dizzy. This should be fun.
05:11:56 Terness pulls out her notepad, writes with the blood of her enemies.
05:12:03 [Gui] Attagirl.
05:12:39 [Crane] I'm not sure if I should give you points, or take then away, when you doodle flowers and hearts with the blood of your enemies.
05:13:11 [Terness] ...If...I doodle you a Cthulhu, can I have points?
05:13:30 [Crane] And a cookie
05:14:04 Bane wants a cookie.
05:14:29 Terness devours cookie.
05:14:41 [Gui] And a free sacrificial dagger sharpening.
05:14:55 [Gui] First, cookies. Then the world.
05:15:11 [Gui whispers to Crane] .....I'm oddly proud of her.
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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, motherfucker.
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« Reply #93 on: June 04, 2009, 04:01:23 AM » |
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06:56:20 Gyrit has tried to pay a woman once or twice. Never really stuck. 8D
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« Reply #94 on: June 04, 2009, 04:45:05 AM » |
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23:59:42 Mesiphidon streaks through the stadium stark naked and electric blue!
(He does have a sense of humor behind all that logic)
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« Reply #95 on: June 05, 2009, 01:49:35 AM » |
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(He does have a sense of humor behind all that logic)
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« Reply #96 on: June 05, 2009, 02:02:36 PM » |
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14:13:47 [Kaprie] /FAIL
14:13:50 [Luddy] Type to fast for meh own good.....
14:13:58 [Luddy] ....no, Sorry.
14:14:02 [Luddy] -.-
14:14:07 [Luddy] /disappointed.
14:14:09 [Kaprie] Thats not the only thing that's too fast.
14:14:24 [Luddy] Phone, brb
14:14:41 Kaprie hangs up. >>;
14:14:42 [Luddy] Back.
14:14:47 [Luddy] The fuck
14:14:52 [Pepto-Bismol] HA! Oh that's creepy.
14:14:54 [Luddy] You didn't fail, but you didn't win either.
14:14:59 Kaprie snorts.
14:15:02 [Luddy] That was awesome..
14:15:05 [Luddy] I am saving that.
(I'd have believed it was her had it not been a text from meh GF, XD)
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« Reply #97 on: June 05, 2009, 02:19:53 PM » |
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Wow, this thread is still terrible
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« Reply #98 on: June 05, 2009, 02:26:01 PM » |
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« Reply #99 on: June 25, 2009, 09:02:56 AM » |
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IratusAngelus steals a Kai and eats her. Raw. With soy sauce. Then belches loudly.
[Zhen] God dammit, I'm a cheap Chinese meal for one, aren't I?
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