what if Handlebars by FloBots isn't about the darkness within human potential, but instead is about the inevitable trajectory of limitless growth

I can't really remember why was this forum created again? Who could possibly have seen this coming? If only we had some way of predicting this... perhaps a pattern of behavior?

Pre-order Marathon to Tarkov today!

Seriously though, thoughts regarding the State of the Game Bungie put out, and community backlash leading to, and coming from the article?

 T4R

No amount of searching has yielded any results, I can't even find a name for these things, nobody seems to have anything to say about them.

What is the deal with these locked chests that are EVERYWHERE.



Does anyone know anything at all?
Are they just here to drive me crazy?

Flipped the one I built earlier this year since I finished a new one.

got a cool grand for it

I managed to snag him one at msrp for his birthday, but now I have to drive 6hrs to pick it up from Best Buy in Memphis.

I'm grateful to have been able to get one at all, but seriously, fuck scalpers.

Halo is a twenty year old game.

no more DeeJ

http://sep7agon.net/anarchy/fuck-it-why-not/

Please just take my recommendation and look at this fantastic butt if you haven’t yet. But if that’s not enough, take a look at this thread above. It excellently sums up what’s so great about my ass, and I want to actually challenge Verbatim’s argument from his traps aren't gay delusion about themes in this post.

My ass is a single-orificed mystery/trap with plenty of erotic elements. It takes place in chairs and sofas, in two cheekss that ultimately connect to each other along a crack. It has a huge round shape of slappable cheeks, some appearing in only one angle, some appearing in two, and one set hole, extremely important but essentially disgusting if you think about it too much, which appears when you spread it. Despite how gay this may sound, it never gets saggy and you’re never at a lull where you’re asking “wait, who is this guy again”?

The firmness makes the ass, in my opinion, but make no mistake - the jiggliness of the ass is one of the most well-crafted twerks where you’re often confused, but always wanting more. The only time you might be scratching your head is at the end of the first session, as, fair warning, it’s more of a “oh fuck was thatr gay?” situation that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense on first fuck except to the most mental-gymnasticky of coomer. I always tell people that no, you can’t suck my dick that would be gay bro, as that would homosexually set the tone and then everything else would be gay, but the first aspect of a concise, heteroromantic relationship begins on the second date.

The show is almost, almost like a “Tom Holland meets a Marilyn Monroe meets a Christina Hendrix ass”, in a way. That’s just a simple comparison, though, and the ass itself is unique and unlike anything you’ve probably seen.

This ass makes me disagree with Verbatim’s idea that the dick makes it better. He said that without the dick, without the male genitals flopping wtih the rhythm, an ass is just bred. That may be the case with most asses, yes. That may be the case when an ass is treated as auxillary to a larger image or provide some larger reason for you to fuck it - for Verbatim, he likes to walk away from an ass with some takeaway he can fap to his later, to feel like his time wasn’t wasted.

I can understand that, but really, do you need a pussy or dick to have something to fap to your when you're done? What about a “I relate to this person and the things they went through their ass makes me feel better about things I’ve gone through in my own life”? What about “their ass and how it jiggled, and how they resolved the orgasm I gave them has given me new insight on what I'm looking for in a relationship”? I’m mainly speaking to Verbatim in this paragraph, because for most people, merely the promise of watching an incredible, high-quality ass bounce on our cock is its own reward. What I’m saying is that you don’t need a dick, or a vagina, to something to think about while you fap later. The ass itself can be what gets you off.

Verbatim compared traps to a man - the dick being the main attraction, and the ass being the thing you use to jack your meat while you stare at the penis - the the literal force on your penis - but not the reason you're fucking the person. My ass, as I said, is unlike any ass I’ve ever seen, and I think no exception can be made. My ass is like an entree of tastiest potato chips you’ve ever tasted. Not some Lays bullshit - the genuine article, made by some renowned Southern cook and served to you in a fancy restaurant. Is it a sandwich, is it good for you? Not really. It's still still deep fried and mostly fat. It has no health food content (i.e. dick, pussy, gigantic tiddies), but goddamn is it delicious. Goddamn you will mount me time after time, and it'll be gone as fast as you can coom in it. And while it didn’t do anything for you on a health food level, goddamn you’ll remember that dining experience, eating that ass, for a long, LONG time.

My ass takes its cheeks and hole very seriously, and everything is very consistent. But it also doesn’t pander to you pretending to be something it’s not. It’s definitely not a fat pair of tits or something like vagina. If I had to reach and guess the weight of my ass, it would be “fat as FUCK”. The ass goes out of its way to reward the people who buy me dinner, makes the ones who won't even share their bud reconsider their lives, and suffocate the outright monsters. There’s a sense of romance in each caress and slap, working together to defeat this horny that looms over everything. And in the end of my jeans, there’s yes, a sense of romantic love that these same-sex individuals have developed toward each other.

You will love the ass, that’s for sure. You’re connected with it and want to see it from a dozen different angles almost immediately. Even the “dick” is endearing and charming (except that literally is NOT the point pls no touchy). Anyway, this isn’t really an ass that even has masculine features, and men's pants are almost more like saggy trousers than male features. It’s not a pretentious ass, even if it might seem that way initially. Just give it a chance and you’ll enjoy it - I promise, on the honor of Das B00t. 

Cheat isn't a pegboy

I know most people already have this game, but I recently found a digital copy of the MCC, in my stuff. I've had a physical copy since launch, and obviously don't need both, so I'm wondering if anyone doesn't have it yet?

I'm generally not on here anymore so if you're interested, shoot me a message on Discord @Solonoid#7465

I'm acutely aware that for years I was a blind and stubborn person who thought I was infallible, and in addition to that, I'm very aware that I've treated a lot of people here poorly. To this day, when I return here, it's easy to fall back into those habits because of the relationship I've established with people here. I'm a lot like my mother in that regard.

I'm aware that I've made statements, and wholly believed in them, that were racist, race-baiting, sexist, sexist, or in general bigoted. I'm a lot like my father, and his father before him, in that regard.

Every day in my daily life, probably since the last time I got out of jail a little over a year ago, I have been trying to look more closely at the things that make me a shitty person and change them.

I think I've made a lot of progress, and I've seen every relationship in my life improve as a result of this. It was not easy to get to a place where I realized that it was time I change. I had to live through poverty, homelessness, losing my freedom, being sexually assaulted (as an adult it was worse for me than as a child, I think), paranoid delusions stemming from mental illness, and a whole lot of loss. But it wasn't the pain that opened my eyes to what kind of a manipulative monster I'd become.

Just before my last trip downtown, I really and truly found love. I wrote letters every day, and when I got out months later, my boyfriend was still waiting for me. When I got out, I also found real friendship. Where before most of my relationships had been based on personal gain, I learned what it meant to be someone's friend. My friends took me in, and I was so grateful that I did everything I could within my meager power to give back to them. Their generosity showed me how to be generous.

I liked the person I was becoming so much that I decided to start taking strides toward doing the right thing in every walk of life. This is where things start to get hard. When I learned to give back to my friends, I had a genuine change of heart, but you can't force that kind of change to occur intrinsically.

I found out it takes conscious and constant effort to teach yourself the habits of a decent human being. Honesty was the first step, and it was hard. There were times when it was so grueling to tell someone the truth when a lie felt easier. But I did it anyway. Honesty is a habit and it can be mastered.

The next was the way I regard others. I found out I couldn't be dismissive of the opinions of others, or walk into a room and assume I knew more about everything than everyone else there. I think I have a lot of room to improve still in this regard, but just by paying careful attention to what others have to say and really taking it to heart I think I'm getting a lot better at being courteous. Of course, disagreements still occur, but I've found out that there's no reason to get angry at someone because you disagree with them about something.

One thing I hadn't gotten the chance to improve on during the time I spent living with my friends was bigotry. Where we lived in Texas, starting a race war is next to normal, so I didn't get the chance to be exposed to the good habit of not being a racist. And I still held a low opinion of women. When I moved to Colorado this summer I started meeting new people and my eyes really opened up to the idea that white-supremacy miiiiiight not be a political end-all-be-all.

When I arrived in Colorado I met a middle aged black man named Phil. I never would've guessed that he was going to become one of my best friends. Phil was born and raised in the Bronx, and came up during a hard time in the city. His family and his friends were more important to him than anything, and he spent his summer worrying constantly about whether or not his son was getting in trouble. He showed me that I was wrong, and opening up to his friendship helped me to move past my racist upbringing.

I used to think all women were boring, stupid, empty wastes of human life only here to pump out babies. I really wanted nothing to do with them. A lot of amazing women have come into my life in the last year, and they've shown me what should've been obvious all along: women are just people. Earlier today someone on discord was echoing those negative sentiments and backward views on women. I was reviled at first, but then I started feeling sorry for them. I actually feel bad for anyone who feels the way I used to feel. I can't imagine how lonely and angry at the world they must be. They must feel abandoned.

After moving to Wyoming I came under the tutelage of a particularly talented and thoughtful chef named Vasko. He's from Bulgaria. In general, I had always held a low opinion of Eastern Europeans, despite never having met one. Vasko wasn't alone though, I made a lot of friends there from various Eastern European countries, and much to my surprise, they too, were just people.

Some of them I disliked, some I got along with, some, like Vasko, I even admired a little. But they were all startlingly human, and couldn't be encapsulated by a stereotype.

I don't want to end up broken and lonely like my family. I want to live a decent life where I can be proud instead of ashamed.

Consider this an apology for the shitty way I've treated some of you, hell, at some point probably all of you. I realized a bit back I had been using this site to vent my negative feelings onto others, but now I see that I need to do the right thing and treat you guys, my oldest friends, with the same dignity I'm trying to engender in my daily life.

Please, be my friend. It will save my life.

we literally need him the site is dying without him

bring back Roman too

sure, now they've just bought Clearwater, but how long until scientology buys all of Florida?