I am indeed. By the same name, actually with a picture of L. Though, I don't really go on much during the school year due to me being something of a workaholic.
I think I had an epiphany today. However, if I'm correct, it's not good news for my kidneys.
Those epiphanies can be a strain on the old organs. Or was it an epiphany about having kidney failure or something? Because that would be a bad thing indeed.
Last day at my office admin temp job today. We'll see who turns up to the farewell booze-up. If I haven't heard from things I have in the pipeline by the end of next week, I'll be worried.
I thought about that once...and then I realized that not only do I not count as "hot" in any sense of the word I also had no intention of poking a lot of holes in my face.
I still do like to wear black, though. And I have some black nail polish around here somewhere...
Turnout was very good for my leaving do but everyone left at half six. I've spent the rest of the night playing Anno 1404. I left my motorbike in town and I have work at 2pm. Damn. I'll have to get the bike tomorrow morning. I can walk to work today.
A: Aggravate the horrendous beast with your magical pokey stick of +10 dexterity.
B: Use your magical potion of Hilla-Billy-Noodle-Nim-Rod to pacify the demon bitch.
C: Run to the nearest generic barrel and cower like the lowly worm that you truly are. Buy Mr. Demon a vanilla ice cream, with extra sprinkles.
Davies, I choose D - Ice cream! Ice cream is the cure for nearly everything...
You produce the Mr. Whippy's Magical Ice Cream Maker from your bottomless satchel and conjure up a vanilla ice cream with extra sprinkles. Nervously, you extend your arm towards the hideous demon, with the sugary treat clutched within your trembling hand.
The unspeakable beast gazes upon the snack that you hold, then at the forced smile upon your obviously terrified face and once again back down to the frosty consumable. The twisted creature reaches out with it's malformed claw and takes the ice cream from your grasp.
The vile creature's grotesque, green tongue protrudes from within it's multiple layers of teeth and licks the vanilla flavour of Mr. Whippy's sweet nectar. At that very moment; the monstrous nightmare screeches a terrible bellow, tosses the unfinished cone aside and spits the food from it's mouth much like an overgrown bulldog that had just licked piss off of a nettle.
With deep regreat, you now realise that vanilla is not a favoured flavour for this particular walking terror. You guess that you should have gone with a banana flavour. Still, hindsight is 20/20.
The Bastard-Maximus is now stomping towards you at an almighty pace. Do you...
A. Slay the beast with your +20 Magical Sword of Doohickey.
B. Quickly produce a banana flavoured substitute.
C. Pray to the heavens for a quick death.
D. Run away.
Youtube may be ran by evil geniuses.
Twice now its glitched in a middle of a video by randomly exiting out and loading another video, and of cours I have to watch the adds again.
Clever clever clever.
At that very moment; the monstrous nightmare screeches a terrible bellow, tosses the unfinished cone aside and spits the food from it's mouth much like an overgrown bulldog that had just licked piss off of a nettle.
He might also just be a lactose-intolerant dragon. Perhaps a soy-milk sundae would be preferred.
I still do like to wear black, though. And I have some black nail polish around here somewhere...
That reminds me of a restaurant I used to go to, which had identical twin waitresses, working the same shift. I figured out I could tell the difference between the two, because one always wore black nail polish, while the other did not. I never told them that's how I could tell them apart, lest they switch nail polishes to mess me up. Anyway, the restaurant is now closed, perhaps out of business due to no one being able to figure out who their server was.
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ALCOREMORTIS! Are you on Steam???
I am indeed. By the same name, actually with a picture of L. Though, I don't really go on much during the school year due to me being something of a workaholic.
Those epiphanies can be a strain on the old organs. Or was it an epiphany about having kidney failure or something? Because that would be a bad thing indeed.
Well, if at some point I get on steam, I'll see about it.
Whoa, this looks awesome! + great soundtrack!
I can make you hurt more.
... is what I usually quickly respond. But do to distances immeasurable, I guess this is invalid.
More when I'm leaving than when I came in!
Being an anime fan is one of the requirements as well. Oh and being gay thats one too.
I knew a hot goth chick in college who thought so.
Hot goth chicks. Now there's a dying breed.
You obviously haven't seen Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way.
Very true, more's the pity.
I thought about that once...and then I realized that not only do I not count as "hot" in any sense of the word I also had no intention of poking a lot of holes in my face.
I still do like to wear black, though. And I have some black nail polish around here somewhere...
You produce the Mr. Whippy's Magical Ice Cream Maker from your bottomless satchel and conjure up a vanilla ice cream with extra sprinkles. Nervously, you extend your arm towards the hideous demon, with the sugary treat clutched within your trembling hand.
The unspeakable beast gazes upon the snack that you hold, then at the forced smile upon your obviously terrified face and once again back down to the frosty consumable. The twisted creature reaches out with it's malformed claw and takes the ice cream from your grasp.
The vile creature's grotesque, green tongue protrudes from within it's multiple layers of teeth and licks the vanilla flavour of Mr. Whippy's sweet nectar. At that very moment; the monstrous nightmare screeches a terrible bellow, tosses the unfinished cone aside and spits the food from it's mouth much like an overgrown bulldog that had just licked piss off of a nettle.
With deep regreat, you now realise that vanilla is not a favoured flavour for this particular walking terror. You guess that you should have gone with a banana flavour. Still, hindsight is 20/20.
The Bastard-Maximus is now stomping towards you at an almighty pace. Do you...
A. Slay the beast with your +20 Magical Sword of Doohickey.
B. Quickly produce a banana flavoured substitute.
C. Pray to the heavens for a quick death.
D. Run away.
The choice is, once again, yours.
Twice now its glitched in a middle of a video by randomly exiting out and loading another video, and of cours I have to watch the adds again.
Clever clever clever.
He might also just be a lactose-intolerant dragon. Perhaps a soy-milk sundae would be preferred.
That reminds me of a restaurant I used to go to, which had identical twin waitresses, working the same shift. I figured out I could tell the difference between the two, because one always wore black nail polish, while the other did not. I never told them that's how I could tell them apart, lest they switch nail polishes to mess me up. Anyway, the restaurant is now closed, perhaps out of business due to no one being able to figure out who their server was.