You killed Mufasa?
Bwahahahaa xD Nice idea thar. I'll probably use something related to Supernatural, though >.<
Hush, you're blowing our cover! *shifty eyes*
But it's easier to aspire to be like someone from Whose Line, while being Cas is practically impossible. Not that being a Whose Liner is much more possible, but at least I can flatter myself at times >.<
Oh, it's okay, just thought you should know! Yup, looks like it worked!
Way to prove a point dude xDD *would give rep if could*
Yeah, I tend to give rep to posts that make me react out loud, and the most common reaction is laughter. And of course, the spam zone is the absolute single most funniest place in the whole wide world =P Personally, I seem to get most rep when the post has something to do with Whose Line or Castiel o.O
I know we didn't talk too often, but I'm honestly sad to see you go. You're probably one of the coolest members here, so this is a big loss for all of us. Best of luck for you out there, hope our paths cross sometime!
I tried sending you a PM, but I think your inbox is full >.>
Ohai thar you handsome creature, you ;D But seriously, that's a very nice picture. One of my classmates took these during our improv class last week. We were focusing on conveying emotions (preferably non-verbally). So WHOO PIC-SPAM 8DD Confusion: Spoiler I'd like to point out that in the first few the actual exercise hadn't even started yet, and I was just listening to the instructions >.< Ditzyness (Not too far from confusion xP) Spoiler Fear/Panic Spoiler Anger/Totally pissed off Spoiler Unfortunately these were taken right after our terriffic screaming match where I think I became partially deaf And of course my most common 'emotion': Corpsing: Spoiler
Maybe we could have a (stickied?) thread in the spam zone to further advertise the voting, have someone link to the challenge/voting thread every time they're created? The Spam Zone's where most of the members seem to be anyways, so we might get some more awareness that way.
OOC: Well, here goes! I've had so much fun with this competition, and I'm ecstatic that I actually made it to the finals. If nothing else, I'm rather proud of this post myself. To the point that I'm seriously considering using it in a story >.> IC: Heather most certainly didn’t need to be the center of attention at all times, but was it really too much to ask that her inactive sparring partner held the cushions at an angle where she could actually land a hit or kick on them? She’d tried to get Brad to focus by punching a bit harder than needed, but Brad only grimaced more, and didn’t even bother adjusting his position. Finally, completely fed up she hooked her calf behind his kneecap and gave him a hard shove, sending him sprawling onto the unforgiving floor much to his surprise. “Dude, what the hell? You’ve barely looked at me the entire day, not to mention the fact that you’ve been an even lousier sparring partner than Greg at his worst,†Heather commented, somewhat hurt. Brad looked up at her before pinching his brow for a few moments, and giving her a halfhearted grin. “Well, you know I’m a lover, not a fighter,†Brad didn’t even attempt to avoid Heather’s punch as he got up, in stead continuing to talk, “I’m having a bit of a migraine attack again, that’s all.†Heather immediately knew he was lying (okay, he definitely was having a migraine attack, but that wasn’t the point), and she started regretting her actions. Her hand went to gently touch his arm, and she guided Brad to the bench, tossing him a bottle of water and taking a big swig out of hers, the usual calming effects nowhere to be felt. “Your dreams have started again, haven’t they?†Brad sighed, and glancing down he nodded, “It’s starting to get to the point where I can’t tell if it’s an actual prophetic dream, or some bats*** nightmare. Just last night I had a dream where some demons were taking over the world, and we were in the middle of it all… And that’s probably been the most realistic dream I’ve had since the one about Kate dying.†Heather’s mood was further dampened. Brad was closer to her than her own brother and boyfriend, and whenever his dreams surfaced, she felt completely powerless. Being reminded of Greg’s sister’s death didn’t exactly help, either. Brad seemed to sense this. "Hey, just forget about it, it's not like you caused this... What about you, you seem a little on edge yourself.†Heather grimaced, before jumping to her feet and starting to pace, “It’s just the promotion the school gave me, I mean, being the head student guard is a super big honor, but I’m starting to feel the pressure, and I don’t like it.†She swiped a strand of hair behind her ear nervously as she went on, “It’s like there’s something big brewing, and I don’t think I’m ready for it. Keeping arrogant, spoiled, drunk jacka**es from assaulting every girl in sight is difficult enough, and if something bigger is gonna show up I’m scared that I’m gonna fail. Miserably. Ugh, I’m babbling again, aren’t I?†With a frustrated growl, she sank into a crouch, burying her head beneath her arms. She felt Brad shifting to be next to her, and he softly wrapped his arms around her. “Hey, if anybody’s gonna have a reason to babble, it’s you. You’re right, the administration is placing a lot of pressure on you, but they wouldn’t be doing it if there were anyone else they thought could do it better. If there’s anyone who kick’s a**-“ Brad was interrupted by a mixture of screams of terror and animal-like yelps that sent shivers down their spines. Heather jumped to her feet, running to the door of the gym at full speed. “Grab-“ “My gun, will do. I’ve got another bottle of water, so don't worry about that." Seeing that Brad was right behind her, gun aimed at the floor but ready to snap into action in a matter of seconds, she opened the door, dashing out at a brisk jog, her friend fast on her heels. Nothing out of the ordinary greeted them, apart from the piercing sound of the alarm system. They made their way down two flights before being attacked. Viciously. Heather was thrown down a flight of stairs, her attacker leaping to grab her from behind into a choke hold. Brad shot an entire round of bullets into it, but somehow that didn’t seem to affect it at all. She desperately grasped towards Brad, hoping he’d catch her cue. Fortunately he did, as he had been training for years to read his partners, and he tossed the bottle at her, giving it a squeeze to let some water loose. With a crook of her finger, she willed the liquid to solidify itself into an unbreakable chain, and wrapped it around her assaulter’s throat. She elbowed it in the stomach, forcing its grip of her to break before twisting around to deal a powerful kick to its head. The attacker fell to the ground, and Heather tightened her mental grip on the watery chain, and with one last croak, their enemy fell limp, giving Heather and Brad their first look at the attaer. “Oh my God, your dream!†Heather gasped. Brad felt his jaw grow slack, before saying, “Either that’s the most disfigured human ever, or we’re being attacked by the spawns of hell.â€
THANKEES xD
Thanks, I'm giving it my best shot! Yeah, thanks a lot for that ;D
*coughcough*
Just a update, I'm back in CST (GMT-6)
Thanks for the birthday wishes, got pretty much everything I needed, plus an extra trip out of town 8D
*snerk* I'll certainly consider it xD Ah, for a sec I thought you thought that I was Bueno xDx *is a moron*
Yes, it was my birthday on Saturday. Thanks for the compliments too, I'm really flattered, and trying to think of a RP idea of my own (never...
Ack, I've already got a hundred ideas for my entry xDx But I should get it done by tomorrow *gets her feather quill* Any idea if the last...
