I know, right? I feel totally blown away.
The Plans by David Holmes
It's like a drinking game, except instead of laughing at how wasted he gets, we laugh at him for playing.
There's no way that could've been intentional.......could it?
Pics or it didn't happen.
Just let him be. If he doesn't know then he doesn't deserve to know. :B|:
I was waiting for the day I'd see this.
Because when you're stranded on a giant frozen rock with constant snowstorms and giant snow yeti monsters (I forget what they're called), the first thing you think about is paying an old man for sex.
God, I loved this movie. I mean that in the most macho and manliest way imaginable.
I like RPing the same way body-builders like to do push-ups every morning; it's an easy way to get the rust off without exerting too much effort. I haven't been in a role-play for years because I thought I had lost whatever creaive writing talent I convinced myself I had, but I'm slowly starting to get back into it and I remember how much I enjoyed it. It's a very liberating feeling sometimes. Sometimes it's very difficult to work with others because some people get involved in a role-playwhile ignoring the fact that they're participating a story with a fixed theme and setting and that a little effort should be put into not de-railing from the original scheme, but what can you do? If you want to be a lightsaber weilding tranformer in a role-play about anarchy in a medieval setting then so be it.
I got nauseous. Not that I mind, though.
OOC: Then if no one minds, I'll get this party started. Sitting on a dark moonlit beach overlooking a vast grey sea in a world of darkness was a young man sitting on crouched knees, staring at the sea with his eyes fixated on the horizon as if that's all he had been doing for ages. He took a long haul off a cigarette he found in his back-pocket and looked at the moon while gently blowing the smoke out of his mouth. He closed his eyes and pointed his head directly upwards, as if trying to allow his sense of hearing to take over his mind. He let a chuckle slip and half-opened his tired eyes to look at the white moon shining in the sky like a giant luminescent sun. "At least the waves sound the same." But he knew something wasn't right with this scene. There was something missing. Something important. In all these years, for whatever reason, this thought hadn't occured to him until now. He took the cigarette out of his mouth as he pondered what was missing, then he slowly exhaled another stream of smoke as he finally remembered what it was. It was the stars. There were'nt any stars in this sky at all. Just a single moon floating eternally in a dark sky, shining it's light as hard as it could, almost as if the darkness of this neverending night sky would consume it even if it allowed its moonlight to flicker for just a moment. Somehow, he knew the feeling . It was a feeling called loneliness. He silently laughed at himself as he realized that he was feeling sympathetic towards the moon. It had been so long since he'd felt the Sun on his face, seen clouds race across the sky, that he barely remembered what sunlight felt like. The only thing this world had was a cold night that stretched on forever and a jungle full of starving beasts that hungered for whatever remianed of the hearts of lost souls like himself. The thought made him feel anger for alowing himself to stoop so low. He searched his pocket for something he had received years ago and what he pulled from there was a smooth stone cross tied to a chain with the carving of an arrow going down it's long stem. He almost forgot that he had held on to it, but why wouldn't he? This was something she had made for him before the darkness took her. It took her from him and never gave her back. Getting up on his feet and wiping the sand off his pants, the young man let his cigarette fall to the floor as he kept his eyes fixated on that dreary, lonesome moon. Closing his hand and sticking out his thumb, he pointed at the moon with his index finger as if it were a gun he was pointing. He had spent the last 3 years of his life sitting in his own misery while there was still a mission he had yet to accomplish. If he didn't move on now then all the things he had worked for, all the things he had sacrificed, and all those who had sacrificed themselves for him, they all would have been in vain. He swore on whatever heart that was left in him, this would be the last time he ever looked at a starless night. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and took a few steps towards the sea as a giant door of light opened in front of him. Passing through the door and into the light,the first thought that come to his head was how he wasn't cut out for all this melodrama.
2 of them are banned, 4 of them don't log in anymore (one of those 4 creeps me the f*** out, btw) and then that leaves... ...Famous, Bushy-Brow and Sforzato. Spoiler
Did you freeze them before eating them? :B|: Anyway, I hope the allergy doesn't get too bad. You might want to get some help, just in case. *Since it's there I just want to add how much I f***ing hate cinnamon to the point that I convinced all my friends and family that I have an allergy to it. I rock.
Happy belated birthday, dude. :sweatdrop: Hope you had a good one.
Lol I appreciate the attempt, though.
Flat On the Floor by Nickelback The Long Road = One of the awesomerest Hard Rock albums ever.
I approve.
I Am Jesus by Infant Sorrow Get Him to the Greek >:P
Ditto. I used to, but I found it depressing.
