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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 4:02 pm
4380 *walks in through door, completely unscathed, carrying a bag and dragging a cooler* Hey, I'm back. Here's everything I got: A vanilla ice cream cake with oreo cookies on top, a cooler and ice to keep the cake from melting, four bottles of vodka since they came in four-packs for some reason, a pint of mixed blood in a bottle, a package of six chocolate bars, plastic sporks and knives, a new wallet that will actually keep my money safe, and money for it to hold. *sets bag on table, releases cooler, and nods in satisfaction* 3nodding Any- *sees Prinny* -ques... tions...? Umm... Why is there a penguin here?
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 8:43 pm
4381
Oh good. You got yourself a wallet of holding. Don't lose your money.
 *grabs the chocolate and hands them to Momo*
Momo:.... *takes the chocolate and eats it* .....yum.
Prinny: I'm not a penguin, I'm a prin- I mean prunny Dood.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 9:50 am
4382 Don't insult my paradox of a wallet.
No, you're definitely a penguin... A very unusual penguin, but a penguin all the same.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 12:02 pm
4383 *Hits prinny on head softly* Baka. You're not a prunny. Now, go get me one.
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 2:50 pm
CnulajSaynb 4383 *Hits prinny on head softly* Baka. You're not a prunny. Now, go get me one. 4384
*The Prinny explodes on impact*
(gasps) Prinnies are highly combustible! You killed him!
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 3:54 pm
4384 emotion_0A0 Now it can't get me a prunny. crying
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Posted: Sun Sep 22, 2013 5:54 pm
4386
*gets the bottle of blood and takes a few gulps* Ah, that hits the spot.
Sunako: Yay ice cream cake heart
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 3:05 pm
4387
*gulps first bottle* whoa! did you see that thing explode!?! it was like 20 fire crackers inside a watermelon filled with ketchup and fruit punch! it's everywhere! *points up at ceiling* it even made it up there, i've been trying to get that effect for months!
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 7:24 pm
4388
This is why we can't have nice things. *a beak falls to the ground* ...Dood. ....Ooh cake heart *cuts a piece of cake*
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 10:04 am
4389 ... *reaches into wallet and pulls out a mirror shard about the size of an eye* ... *Holds piece of mirror in both hands at arm-length and eye level against a wall* ... *spaces out*
T̶̶̨̰̼͈̭̥̆͋̾ͥ̉͠ḩ̧̲̯̠͈̻̣̪̱̮̪͓̼͕̑̎ͩ͐̊̅̅͆̋̃ͫͦ̓͜͟͡e͖̫̼̤͇̗̫̻͒ͣ̊̿͐͊̽̓ͫ͗ͭ̃̄͐̕͜͠ ̴̛͎̬̪̅͑ͨͣ̀͡a̡̛̤̞̖̠̟̻̝̬͖͎͉̞̹̬̺ͪͧ̒̑ͦ͒̏̔ͫͦ̂̔ͬ͟b̢̨̟̘̭͍̦̘̰̳͕̝͙̟̲͑̇ͭ̓͛ͮ͂̄̈y̸̮̞͍̖̖͕̝̣̠͉̲̽ͣ̍ͪ͊͝͝͞͝s͊̋ͬ̓̏̾̿̊̓͌̾̓ͦ̀̚͜͜͏̱͈͍̖͕̖̝͇̫͖̜͖̭͙͍̝̬̤ș̴̵̴̼̻̟̬̊̽̄ͭ͆̓̄ͩͤ̃ͬ̄́.̶̛̮̥̙̦͎̜̲͍̰̹̞̬̭̮̳͙͒̋̊ͣ̏͡.̵̷̫̳͉̗̮͇͎̹͍͈̲̱̉͒͆ͨͣ͒͂͝ͅ.̵͓̥̱̲͉̻̝͉̬̖͔͚ͤ͗̾ͧ͟͠͞͡ͅͅ ̴̨͋͗ͫͯ̊̾̑̈́ͯ͐ͧ̕҉̟͔̖͖̜͎͖̝̠̳̞̺̲̝A̶̴̷̤͇̲͎̹̲̟͕̯̫̬͍̥͖͗̌̄ͭ̃̾ͥ͗̎̔ͦ͆ͩ̔ͤ̌̕ͅs̞̘̤͔̪̗̘͎͊͊ͨ̎̈́͗̀͜͢ͅ ̸̡̂͂͆ͩ̔̾͛ͩ͆͊͆̐ͬ̂͂ͫ̚͏҉̯͍̟̣̼̗ͅy̢̽̅ͫ̒͛̒ͥͬ҉̜̮̮͔͇̖̬͍̻̪̟̱͎̼̝̗͢͡ớ̮͓̲͇͆̓̊ͧ͢͡ư͖̰͓͈̻͈̰͈͙̠͕̤̔̔̓̐̀ͩ͘̕͜ ̧̛̘̤͔̹͕̘̠̪͎͓͋̋͆̄ͫ͜l̸̴̸̛̖͙̖͚̗͉̥͓͔̗̆ͤͩͭ͘ơ̵͔̬͙̙̝͎̖̼͚̟͐̅́̾ͩ͜͟ͅͅö̸̖̤͕̥̪̦̬̥̰̖̯͚͍̒̐ͬ̏̽͢k̸̞͍͎̟͍̭͉̠͉͆̅̂̔̓͆͗ͣ͟ ̧̧̨̢̞͔̝̦̱͖̦̗͚̜͓̥͔̭̟̙͛̈́ͣ̔̎ͧ̒ͦ͟ͅỉ̧̛̦͖̙̦̈́ͥ̿̌ͩ́͋͂͗ͩͫ̋̏͐ͧ͌ͯ̿͢͡n̶̴̷̷̮̞̖̮̙̥̤̬̯̪͓̞̙̣ͣ͂̒̒ͨ͐͛̚͞t̵̷̡̝̥̜̣͇́́͌̓ͣ̑̒ọ̢̤͔̱͈͇̬̱͎̙͖̈̊ͭ̍ͩͯͬ̆̀̿͗ͦ̋̏̏̀ͯͬ͜ ̸̜̲͓͓̤ͯ̔͛̎ͦ̉͋ͤ͊͐͒ͫi̡̖̰̤̖͍͕̜͖̙̱͔̲̽̊͐̽͂̌̐̆̔͂̉̕͟ͅt̡͕̱̯̯̭̙̝̝̱̂͋̑̅̃̓ͨͧͫ͌͆̏͌̾͆ͧ̆ͯ͠.̷̛̹̗̝͇̺͇̭͔͓͇̠̱̠̦̹̠̘̍ͥͬ͗̒̔͂ͭͬͯ͌͛̓͛ͫ͌̚͞ͅ.̡͙̰̳̞̣̘̙̬͉̦̥͇͖ͪ͛ͣͥ̃̐̔̽̃͒̒̆̀̊͂ͩ̕͢͟͜ͅ.̱͈͙͔͈̩̹͕̼̼̲͓̹͖̳̮͉̳ͫͦ̈́ͨ̐͊̃ͨ́͟ ̫̫͇̹̻͙̞͒ͫ̅ͩ͘͢͠S̢̠̼̣̫ͤ̌̆͑̑̃̔̚o̷̢̘̥͚̟͓͖͇̲̬͍͉͚̥̼͍ͮ̓̇̈͛͂̽̊̿̾̒͊͐ͮ̿͊ ̵̵̨̭͕̳̲̬̣͓̞̗͎̜̭ͪ͂̌̄̌̅͗̀͛ͦ̕ḑ̸̙̖̫̤̻̰͎͙̭͔̙̹̭̝̺̜ͬͫ̒͑̅̈ͤͧ̒̐ͧͨͥͣ̈ơ̷̲͍̲̰͈̝̗͉ͦ͌͆̏̅͊ͭ̓̆̀ͥ͜͞ę̫̺͓̘̬̭͉̺͕̥͉̖͔͑ͭ͐ͦş͋̄͛ͦ́͏̞̲͔̳͠ ̜̘̲̦̥̙̘̣̜͈ͫͣ̎̃͌̎ͬ͊ͮ̏́ͩ̏͆̇̕̕͘͟͞į̶̢̧̠̬̯̗̫̳̱̤̤̻͎͙͍͇̻͉̫ͯ̄̎ͨ͒ͣ͌̍͒̂̊̀́͡t͛̑ͤ̈́ͮ͊̎ͨ͗̐̎̌̽̈͏̶̜̝̼̀ ̼͔̼̣͕͖͔͙̦̰͕̻̙̬̫̭ͪ͌̈̑̓̕͞lͫͯ̐ͤ̓̍̈̋ͪ͒̍͆ͦͮ̌̉́҉̢̲̹̻̝̦̬̺̥̟̘͖̲͍̮͢ō̷͚̞̜̩̝̹̜̱̲ͪͣ̿ͣ̂͒͒̏ͥ͡ợ̙̺̪͕̩͙͛͐́̄ͩͩ̀k̶̡̠͓͍̮̪̖ͨ̆ͥ̓̅ͯͪ̚ ̢̭̖̤̩͚͕̦̠͍͌̓̄ͣ̈́̏ͨ̈́ͤ͊̇̈́̅́ͪ͟͜͞͠ǐ̬̹̟̼̫͂͌͋̽̿̃ͪ̽̑͋͝nͤ̑͗ͩͮ̈́͗ͣ̔͛͐̿ͯ͂͂̉҉̸̺̩͓̟͔͍͉͖̘͕͚̮̖̤͡ͅẗ̢̙̜̼͍̝̝̺̼̣̱́̈́̇̅ͪ̈͆̊̄̇͐͡͝o̍̎ͩ̑͏̴̷̻̠̺͚̠̲̤̗̲̬͚̜̮̝̪͞͝ͅͅ ̸̷̴̧̱̙̠̮̪͂̏̃ͪͭ̀̍̽̑̾̔̉͋̌̆̎͊͡y̶̶̡͍̬͍̭̟͖̰̖̠̼̣̳͕͉̠ͦ̉ͦͫͨͩ̽̀̚͡ô̹̮͎̠̦̦̗̈́̃͐̏ͪ͊͐ͨͪ̅̊ͨͣͤ̅ͪ̀͢͜u̵̶̵̺̝̹̺̪̞̮̪͔̝͛͛ͤ̕.̡̪͚̲̘̲̃̒ͤ̒ͧ͗ͫͩ͛͐͛.̶̧̨̘͙͍̦̭͊͊̊͆̂̈́̆̍̅ͭ͐̈́̌̔̽͒̾͝.̈́́͒̈́͊͌ͦͧ͟҉̝̬̯̺̝̗̰͉̞̞͔̰ ̴͖̞͍̱̺͔̺̰ͦ̈́̋ͭ͡͝ͅA̧̯̫̫͎͎̱͈̭̎͛ͣ̊̾̅ͨͩ́ṅ̴̇́͛ͣ̑̄ͪ̕͏̴̢̬̺̯̫͕̥͓̺̪͇̘̼ ̵̵̢͎͎̲͇̏ͦ͑̚͠ĕ̴̡̛̖͖͈̪͉͕̬͈̘̀̊̇ͮ͛ͦ͊ͥ̂̎͒ͮͥ̓͒̋̑ņ̷̮͇̝̜̗̱̞͖͒̃̋ͣ͂̽͒̌́͂ͮͩ̓ͥ̋ͤͭͅd͌̋̒̑ͩ͒͗ͮ̐̈́̒͜҉̠̬̩̱̩͙̱̤͙̪͔͈͙̟̲l͕̦̦̲͙͔̼̙̲͓̙̩̤̄̉̿͗͢͠ͅȩ̘͔̜͕̹͕̖͍̣͛͊̈ͣ͂̆̚͜͢͞ͅs̤̝̞̥̬͇̬̹̘ͯ̈̉̀͘ͅs̵̷̖̰̭̙͇̦̣̪̗̱̍̿ͦͯ͌͐́̐͌̀͑ͦ͘͟͝ͅͅ ̴̴̦̳̫̞̘̗ͪ̅̑̌̏ͯ̈͆͊͑͐̕ļ̸̷͍̣̟̦̼̘͇̤̭̬̣͈̱̞̩͍̌͌̌̾ͅo̶̱͕̫͉̩̜̙͈͖̜̟̞̟͌̂ͯͩ̿ͮ̎ͣͩ̑͂̋̀ơ͚̘̬̣̻̖̖̯̻̻̣̮̜̲̰͍͍̗̒̿̓ͪ͋̓͑ͣͤ̉ͨͫͣ͟p̸̴̡̢̣͖̺̥͒̿̓͆̾ͣ̓̎̈͊̇̔ͪ̉̔̒̐͠ ̛͇̮͖̖͎̫̮̖̜̥͇̘̬͚͉͎̯͚̟̾̉̃̎ͨ̐̄̈́͌̈̅ͣͩͫ̍͟ţ̭͙͙͔̻̙͇̙͍̙̱̹͉̬̮̆̎͂̉̔͐͌ͩ̍ͦ̈́͊̓͠ỏ̢̧̢͉͎͙̣̔̅͐͊ͧ̒ͨ͌̀͋͗ͮͣͪ̀͠ ̸̢̛͉͕̭̎͋̍̽͑ͥͥͪ̓ͣ̋͒ͯ̅͆̈̿͝ͅc̡̋ͬͯ̓̒̐̅ͮͦͯͣ͑̐̀͂̓̚̚͏̠͓͉͚̥̪̺̦̱̻̥̭o̵̧̹̼͚̞̦̲͎̦̓̆̓͛͂̎͑̌̉͊̕͟ͅnͮ̉̓̅̽ͯ͐́͑ͩ̒ͦ̓͏̭͇̬̦̝͖͖̖͙̭͔̭͍͍͉͝śͧͯ̿ͯ͗̊̏͊̂ͩ̎͆͏̷̷͏̗̳͉̲̠̠̫ͅͅͅu̢̡̢̟̞̘͖̣͈̝͚̯̠͒̾ͭͫ͐̈́̽͗̾ͫͤͦ̚͘͟m̵̢͔͔͇̩̗̣̣̲̤̩̫͎̲̺͙̩͇̱̈͆ͯ̉̍ͮ͟ͅȅ̵̜͕̟͍̪̤̱̳̻͓͓̘̩̹̳̜ͥ̃̈̐̊̂̕͡͠͡ ̷̠̞͚̙̳̦̝̙̮̙̲̇̽͊́ͤͥ̊̀́̀́̚ͅy̸̸̳̮̟̰̼̌ͩ̓ͧ̓ͩ͘ͅoͣ̓ͬ̉ͧ̈̐̎̌̏̓̿̅̚҉̢̫̜̫̺̀͡u̵͙̳͉̫̙͈̹̰̭̯̤̠̳̲̞̠ͧͣ͑̎̽́ͪͦ̉̚͠ͅ ̨̮͍͓͔̙̫̮̦͎̩̤̖͉͔̪̱̰͉͑ͧ̈ͣͬ̓̂̈̇ͫͪͧ̄̂́̚͘͢ẁ̵̢̰͈̠͚̙̉̀ͮ̎̇͌̽ͫ̇ͯ̚ị̵̵̡͍̲̪̥̥͍͕͙̖̤̩̞̤͔̣̥͕ͬ̂̋͆̾͛̾̾ͫ́̊̅̓̐̚t̷͊̄͑̿͐͊̿̆ͮͨ̕͏̷̛͙̪̬͓̤̯͙̳̜̺͔̭̖ͅh̡͓͉̞͙͔̫̤͔ͪ̌͛ͧͫ͌͑ͭ̾́̊̚̕͟͝͠i̓ͦ̂͌́͏̭̳̙͎̝͙͍̠̣̖̙͈̭͉̰̳ñ̴̢͈̤̻̮̫̟̫̒͋̉̋͑́ͅ ̸̼̪̰̘̖̫̹̥͓̯̥̟̦̭̥͎̬̯̆̏̂̑̊̍ͨ͛̃͢͡ͅy̵̢̙̭̰̘͔͍̰̖̪̱̝̲͉̝̠̐̌ͨ̓ǫ̝̗̮̰̳̞̞̞̃͋͋͛͒̀̆ͨ̃ͬ̅̌̇͒̿ͬ͐̀̚͘͠ư̸͚̱̙̝̪̜͔̯͇̦͖̪̫̯͇̰̅̿̽̐͢͠ṛ̸̶̡͇̩̤̜͙̠̲̠̦͛ͯ͊̆͗͆ͬ̂̈́ͩ͗ͦͧ̀s̷̼͖̠̥̭̦ͩ͛ͭͤ͐̆ͧ̆ͯ̿̅̍ͤ̄̋̍͐́͝͝e̶̔͊͊ͭ̏ͪ̽ͣ̐̈͐̇̅̒ͦ̓̿̅͜҉̦͙̬͚͍̠͓̭̲̥̲̫̕l̢̛̜͇̩̮̗ͦ͆̒͑͘͝ͅf̨̰͇͈̦͉̟͖̰́̂ͤ͗ͧͤ̈́ͣ̏̚̕͟.̩͖̻̼͓́ͥ̎̊̐̾̈̀.̷̲̩̯̱͓͔̜̦͍̹͚̜ͨ͂̇̌͑͗̀͡.̥͈̦̤̻͇̟̱̼̪͉̮̭̤̝̠͇̼ͤͣͤͩ͆̊͗̐̾ͪ̎͑ͤ͛ͮ͘͞ ̵̧̼̦͚̳̻͇̪̬̅͋͋̓̑̌͗ͤ̂͛ͩ͂́͡͝Tͩ̐̒̇ͦ̐͘҉̶̛̰̬̱̤͚͈͔̘̘̟͙̳̹̭̳͟ͅh̨̘̯͙̫̭̰͍͇̦̠̞͉͖͚̳̞ͭ͑̌̑͂̅ͧ̓ͬ͊ͪ́́̊͘͡e̲͖͖̥͖͎̞̺͍̯̲̺̰̭̜̘ͨ̒ͪͭ̇̈ͣ̉ͪͪ̒͂͗̂͌̿ͭ̕͞ ̶͔̟̞̠̲͐̈̎͛̎ͩ̅ͨ͢͝͡a̧̡̦̖̗̣͈̦͖͖͒̃͗͑̊́ͩͬ̉̕͢b̢̥͓͔̫͌̐̄̒ͯy̴̩͈͎̠̹̻̳̪̗̘ͧ̂͒ͣs̷̢̡̠̜̝̗͕̣̳̱̺̙̫̬̝͎̻͖̟͇ͦ̌ͧͦ̀ͥ̔̽̃ͮ̐̓̆͢ş͂̌̊ͭ̓̑̄́҉͇̣͚̦̩̥̻͖̕.̨̳̼̦̠̲͙͍͔͓̗̘̥͙̅̑͆͊̅͆ͮ͐̄͒̿̇̐ͤͮ͑̑ͪ̔͘.̡̉͑̑͌ͣͧ̿͌̀ͯ́̆ͯ̋̉̈́ͯ͟҉̨͚͖̗̬̺̜̱.ͭ͛̆ͮͫ͌̅̇̍̚͟͝͏̧̘̙͓͈͙̲̜̤̲͇͍̞̬̀ ̴̛̹̞͉͕̳̻ͬ̆̌̇͆̿ͤ̿̒͐͢Ȁ͚̲̜̼̅ͭ͗ͪ̈͐̚͘͡sͪ̇͊̿ͦ̔ͤ̎ͥ̀̓̋͛ͥ̊̚̚҉̫̤̱̜͈͖͚̻͠ ̴̞̻̲̥̰̬͆ͧ̒ͩ̄́͂̐̒̉̆͐ͯ̇ͩ̑ͤ́͝͝ý̨̺̰̯̮̦̉̏ͩͨ̓̓͌͊͆ͥ̂͒o̪͈̖̺̓̋ͩ̈́ͩͫ͌͛ͣ̎̎͆͒̐ͬͤ͜͠ͅŭ̶̝̰̬͚ͭͪ̌̃͆̚͝ ̶̛̹̤̫͎̐͊̎̽̇ͫ̓͗̈́̚͘a̓̔̽̈́̓̑̿̿̆ͭ̎ͩ̚̕͏̞̪̣̥͖̞r̛͓̲̹͎̖̖̞̜͍̱̥̟̭̰̺̦̫̙ͯ̉ͩ̒̀ͩ͑̍̔̋ͩͤ̌͋͢͞ę̴̟̼̤̲͍͆̂̌͊̿ͮ͗ͦͣ̚͘͘͝ ̢̦̹͉͈̟̤͓̱͕̤͇̙͉͕͈̻̓ͮ͊̐ͣ̌ͨ͝d̸̴̨̺̬̻̩͇̲͇̤̰͕̜̻̝̳̊̉ͫ̆ͮ̂̾͗̍͐̏̄̀̚͜ŗ̭͚̮͓̥̪̠̱̩̬͚͆̅ͯ̏̾̐͊̕a̷̭̬̟̗̤̞̹̪̭̣̯̻̦̟̤̩̘͕̍͐ͯ̀̄ͯ̂͟wͫͧ͂ͯͮ̑̐̌̐̓̕͏̫̩̮̼͔̬͖̼͔͓̟͜ͅnͩͥͭͩ̀ͧ͛͐ͨ̕͞͡͏͙̰̲̙̦̙̫̮̤ ̨̫̬̞̠̱͓̤̙̜̻͎̺̀͑̄̑͗͠ͅͅį̸̢͉̩̘̺͖͊ͨͯ̑̋ͩ̃̒͑̊ͤ̑̈́̌̉ͨ̕͜n̸ͥ̇̏̂̉ͤ͒̾̈̊ͨͫ̿ͨ̈͊͏̡̞͔͎͎͓̹̪̱͕͈̦̱̳̰ț̶̬̹̹͓̟̃̍̈́͛̿̇̇̽̌ͦͫ̿́́͜ơ͚̺̪͔̪͛͐͋͆ͭ̐̌ͧ ̵͓̞̫̦͔́̅͛ͮ͆͋ͮ͂ͩ͌̔̍ͥ̄ͣͪ̆̐̀į̳͔̤̜͕͖̟̐͗ͣ̿̎͑̒͗ͩ͐̑͆̽̿͛̀ͅͅt̵͚͓̗̥̗̙̪͉̙ͥ̔̔ͤ̓͟.ͧ͗̔̐͆ͨ̈́̑҉̶̲̱̪͚͎̠͓̖͓͔̝̼͈͞ͅͅ.̍͐̂͑̏҉͜͏̱̻̠̙̯̪͈̺͚̠͙͙̹͍.̡̧̛͈̤̠͕̺̠̖ͯ͌̋ͬ͑͆ͣ͊̍͑ͬ͛̒ ͓̙͇̻͉͓͕̺̝̩̦̬͋̎ͤ̂̒ͨ̊ͪ̑͒͐ͣ̋̒̀ͮͦ͐ͥ̀Sͤ͐ͭͯͨͯ̂̌̋̂͋͊̏̒͡҉̮̗͖͇͍̲͔̲͔͇̳ơ̴̡̛͍͖̰̱̤͈̱ͮͭ̇̈́̍̀̄͗̏ͧ̓͌̍̚ͅ ͒͒̏ͬͨ͛̂̿̄̕͏̷̦̲͕̖̜͓̲̳͎͙̭̩͉͚̥̤̩̱į͖̦̙̭̘̭̲̪͎̬͔̞͎ͨͮͪ͒ͣͦ̅̀͜͝ͅͅs̨̗͇̜̤̩̰̫̊ͮ̋̃̆̕ ̡̛̛̭͈̪̫̗̞̦̠̹̥̹̻͕̯̼ͦ̓̋̿͛ͪ͜î̧̨̋ͯ̂ͨͯ͗ͮ̄ͣ̎̓ͪ̆͗̒̒͑́͏̪͈̗̼̘͖̫͉̣̘̟̪͞ͅt̸̡ͯͯ̏ͩ͌̒̏̓̅͛ͣͣ̒͏̳͉̠̘̹̥̘͓̗͚̼̥͎̝̺̝͝ ̶̙̪̗̪̟̪̣͔̬͖̱͍̥ͯ̊͗ͧ̏̑͠d̷̙̞̞̺̩͕̦͎̝̙̼̦̻̺̹̭̾̂ͣ̍́͟͢͞r̹̭͓̱̹͙̲ͪͥ́͊͂ͫͮ͌̆̿̐͋̐͐ͣͨ̀̀ą̸̩̩̘͔̫̙̺̙̤͚̪͉̈́͗̅ͣ́͠͡w̑̅̋̾̐̾̔̅͑̆̎ͫ̈́̎ͫ̐̚̚҉̵̰̲̙̗͔̻͔̲̤̮͚̩̪͓̳̙̥́ͅnͯͨͣͥ͌̓̍ͮ̄ͩ̅ͪ̾̃̓̆͑̂͝͝҉̡͉͉̹͉͍̕ ̵̵͙͖̦̲̫̙͔̩͍͗ͭ̐̄̌̔̈́̃ͮ̀̚͟͢͜i̢̛̛̮̖̳͚̗̤̭̼̜̱̠̖̅̍ͩ̂̀̒̎ͪ̃̅͜n̴̺͚̝̝̠͍͖̭ͨ̔̒̀͛͡ṱ̡̨̘̭͉̐̇̾̐ͫ͑̃̏̅͋̒ͯ̆̈́̃ͩ̋ͧͮ͡͝ͅo̸̼̲͕͓͎̩̞̅̍͑̋ͥ́͠͝͡ ̳͎̟̪̭̩͕̞̈́́̽̀̾̈́̒ͭͦ̾͐̔͗̈ͧ͆ͭ̀͘ỵ̶̵̛͔̯͔̻̭͔̠̳͕̖͕̯̟̥͕̯̍ͣͭ̌̏̈̐́͢ͅͅȏ̵̷̉̏ͪ͒͋̊̆͠҉̣͕̭̝͎̳̦͙̻̫̻͟u̶̡̫̩̜̫͕͉̺̺͚̞̰͉̤̦ͭ̽̾̐̌̚͞͞.̸̵̢̌ͤ̓̄̋͋ͩͣ̀͋̄̇̄̑̇͠͏͖̻̫͉̝̲͈̩̭͙͇̪.̸͙͍̜͖̲̫̮̝̣̩͇͍ͩͤ̄̀ͨͩ͋̚͠ͅ.̵̹̖̪̻̺͈͙̫̪͕̟͍͔̝͍̙̼̩̏̑͗ͦ́̒͟
*disappears* ... *wakes up in the dark* ...
*̡͖͙̭̣̤̿̾̀ͬ̉ͭ̂́͘̕͞ͅc̵̯̺̪ͪ̅̇ͧ̈̀͘ͅȗ̴̺̜͔͈̼ͭ͋ͭ̒̉̏͊̄̊̒͞ͅŕ̇̐̎̉̆̏ͩ̓̔̑̋̽҉̧͓͎̰̣̦͔̹̞̩̼̰̜͇͈̫́͘ļ̲̘̻͎͓͍̮̟̙̬̘͎͍̖̯͕̦͋̎̾̓ͬ͠ͅs̷̴̭̙̰̠̝̪̖̹͇͓̥͖̺͕̠͈̰͂ͪ̽͆̏ͯ͌ͭ̽̔̈́ͭ͜͜ͅ ͣ̂ͪͬ͐̂҉͓̞͔̟̟̲̹̳̻̥͎̙͎̳͘ủͪ̇ͭ̉̆̌ͩ̇҉̸̙̥̩͕̺̱̪͖̥̩̻̪͡p̷ͭͬ͒ͪ͗̃ͥ̄͟͞҉̜̹̬͈̜͕̪̺͖̭̫̺̤̲͉̖̳̹͢ ̸͇͚͖̥̥̻̺̜͙̇̇̋̑͆ͭ̓ͧͩͭ̀ͤͧ̅̂ͥ͐̉͊̀̀͘aͥ͛ͥ̃̓͗̓͂̈́̑̅ͩͭ͠͞҉̥͉̳͙̥̪n̶̸̸̢͙̺̜̮̦̝͇̮͖͖̙̪̝̳̤̦ͮͭ̎̒̽̊̒̆̍̿͒̆͒̍̿ͦͤͤd̫͉͚̠̹̮̳̋͐̃̋̈͑̾̿̉ͥ̆̌͌͐͘͜ͅ ̴͗̊ͭ͂ͫ̿ͨͬͮͪ̒͋̍̓̾̊҉́́҉̝̞̹͔̱̥͔̯̬͔̩̠̼̤̰̗̭͓͉c̨̧͋ͨͫ̐̌ͤ̑͢͟҉̟̱͈̰ͅr̴̩̻̬͖̗͇̞̗̪̦̞̦̣̖̮̀̂̊ͥͬ̑ͭͨ̿͐̉̉ͪ̓͂͗ͬ͘ͅi͙̫͓͆̂͌͢͢ͅe̵̥̪̟̞̦͚̺̘͕ͥ̎͆ͦ̒̒͐ͭ̈́̀͡͠ş̸̴̭͓̥̣̥̘̗̝̲͓̫͍̰̰͕͔̠̩ͨͣͪͤ͂ͭ͜ͅ*̷̡̰͔̻͇̞͚̦ͪͭ͐͒̅͛̅
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2013 6:09 pm
4390 *steps out of the darkness*
Ok! Vincent! Honey! You two stop appearing in my dreams right now! Seriously! gonk I can't decide which of both dreams was worse...
The scariest part was that...those dreams were... I R L
Before you ask you don't want to know but...*goes ahead and tells everything*
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 2:52 am
4391
*takes up a chair* ok i've heard about this, subliminal messaging through posts have finally started to kick in. *takes out pen and paper* i need every detail.
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 4:04 pm
4392
My dreams are weird be warned in advance. My brain takes elements of recent events that cross my mind and mixes them at random with my deep thoughts, sometimes creating creepy things, because I associate things unconsciously, but they make perfect sense to it while no one would guess why they belong in there. I believe that's how it works.
So Honey's dream was the creepiest of both dreams. I felt a sense of confusion, danger and despair throughout the entire dream. It didn't reach a nightmare status thankfully.
At the start of the dream I was climbing up a ladder inside of an elevator room in a building in ruins. It looked like I was exploring at first. The building was actually tall and really dark, it looked like I could fall easily if I took the wrong step, but I could see the light above. So I kept climbing until I reached the upper floor. Once in there I realized I was in sort of a third world country, I could see people around, the place was dirty and dry. Outside the building it was sort of a town, they didn't seem to care about my presence. I kept walking through a corridor in ruins, the place definitely wasn't abandoned but no one put much care into it. Until I reached a room, then I noticed the walls of the building and of the entire room were full of bullet marks. There was some sort of war or conflict going on in there. And I felt someone dangerous was around, perhaps following me. I was trapped, no matter where I went, probably I would be shot. Then I found some ammo, and I mumbled in desperation "I don't even know what these belong to!!! And to top it I don't have a weapon! Even if I used one I'd be so clumsy I'd get shot anyways". Then I saw Honey standing there, wearing long silver silky hair covered with a grey hat and an outfit similar to a mercenary's one. I approached him and told him "Hey, here you have some ammo" since I thought it would be in better hands, at least he would know how to use it, perhaps I would manage to survive longer that way but that wasn't for sure. Honey gave me a friendly look and said "Thanks" and proceeded to keep the ammo. I took a final look at the corridor, I was almost certain there was someone there or at least that hey could appear at any time. Certainly that place made me feel uneasy and then...I woke up.
Wait...did you say subliminal messaging? eek
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 10:56 pm
4393
Kukukuku Now I'm curious. What was I doing?
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another_average_asian Crew
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 5:02 am
4394
interesting. *writes down notes* not the desire result but definitely moving in the right direction. that's an interesting dream, tell vincent's next. please, it's important.
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