Their website is down too. I checked earlier when I was trying to find out what was wrong with their servers. -_- it's like they hide in a closet after they kick a wasps nest.

Or they are legitimately having problems and are currently working on it.

Just in case you guys missed it.

because I'm bored.

http://tinychat.com/longfacebungie2

The original definition of Anarchy refers to the state of lawlessness. Anarchists do not want any governing power to dictate what they can and cannot do. Today, people who do not understand Anarchy are trying to redefine it to fit their narrow mindset.

Word.

Obama isn't the worst President, but he's definitely far off from his potential.  Still better than Romney or Palin any day >>

Still, the list is fucking brilliant.

Romney would be a much better president than Obama. He has a lot more integrity and he could use his experience in business to get us out of the situation we are in now. Plus it seems like he genuinely cares about the people who work under him. He may not be perfect, but I believe he is a genuinely good man. Whereas Obama is either an incompetent fool, or he has a hidden malevolent agenda. And don't get me started on Palin. I don't believe she is a moron as the  media portrays her to be, but she comes across as an airhead.

I was watching the o'rielly factor when an idea popped into my head. What if Barack Obama became the Speaker? How do you think this would affect the story? What changes do you think he would make? I want to hear what you think, but first I will list my guesses.

*Instead of fighting the darkness and protecting the city, he would call back all the guardians.

*he would attempt to apologize to Earth's enemies for the arrogance of the traveler.

*He would put a %60 tax on all guardians' glimmer and use it to fund his space golfing.

*Supers would be nerfed.

*He would secretly give weapons to bands of the Fallen in a special mission called "fast and fallen."

*revival would take 4 hours due to his new affordable traveler care act.

*Instead of helping you, he will give impressive speeches about how he helps you.

*Overwhelming evidence would support the suspicion that he wasn't born on Earth or even human, but he would provide fabricated proof to the contrary.

*he would let fallen into the city and refuse to tighten security around the walls.

*high ranking guardians would be penalized for their achievements.

*the hive would be referred to as the unified rebels.

*he would have the ghost say "that wizard came from Bush."

*the darkness would no longer be referred to as the darkness, but as twilight.

*he would attempt to disarm the traveler. His logic being that if we put down our weapons, the darkne...er...twilight will too.

*the guardians would be villainized by his cronies and supporters.

^^^

It needs to make me more uncomfortable than the first one to be worth the read, and I'm pretty sure there were some sort of tentacles involved in that one, so...

No pressure.

The most uncomfortable story I've ever written is The Sysyphan Task. I will never do anything like that again.

At least include Lonepaul getting protected by him!

I completely forgot about LonePaul. He is an excellent candidate for a bnet encounter. I can imagine it now: Bnet Encounters of the small kind....

Recon sat at the bar, drinking 200 proof alcohol because anything lower was for pussies. And Recon was a man. As he was watching the TV behind the counter, he heard a ruckus behind him. Four tattooed greaseheaded motorcyclists started harassing a young woman. "DON'T TOUCH ME YOU CREEPS!" She shouted, as she swung a purse at the leader. He caught the purse and tore it away from her, much to the amusement of his cronies. "What do we have here?" He said as he held the purse up high. "GIVE THAT BACK!" demanded the woman. "Oh I'll give it back, but only if you do me a favor." He said while winking at his buddies. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!" The woman pleaded, but everybody else backed away, too afraid to stand up for her.

Recon sighed, and put down his shot and put on his sunglasses. He had put up with enough of this kind of shit on bungie.net, it was time to take care of the troll in real life. He cooly and confidently turned around on his barstool, slid off and calmly walked over towards the greaseheads. He took a deep breath and said "Gentlemen, I'm going to tell you once. Please give that young lady her purse back and get the hell out of here." His voice was deep and reassuring. But the greasehead leader took one look at Recon and burst into laughter.

"Oh look! Santa Clause came early this year!" he jeered. "What are you going to do Mr. Clause if I refuse? Fill my stocking with coal? BAHAHAHAHAHAHA- GLUCK!!!" The greasehead's laughter was brutally interrupted when Recon's manly fist collided into his face, knocking out all of his teeth and caving his skull in. The greasehead's eyeballs popped out of their sockets and flew across the bar. One of them landed in somebody's martini. The other landed in one of the other greaseheads' open mouth, causing him to choke to death. The other two greaseheads brandished their switchblades and came for Recon. But they broke upon impact. Recon grabbed both of the bullies and threw them over his lap. He pulled out a gigantic banhammer and repeatedly bludgeoned their asses. They screamed for him to stop, but he didn't stop until their asses broke. Then he sent them home extremely butthurt.

The woman picked her purse off of the floor and said "Thank you so much for saving me again." Recon pulled out a cigarette, gave it a light, took a puff and said "No problem CamCamm."

I'm a lot more serious and melancholy.

You only do nothing for the first two years, the second two you have to commit to a major.

Go for engineering. But be prepared, any engineering degree is going to be very difficult.

Don't spend your time partying. Treat your classes and homework as a full time job. You are always on the clock until the assignment is done. That's the best advice you need.

>engineers
>better than people at anything besides designing convoluted messes that make mechanics hate them with the fiery passion of a thousand burning suns

Oh Rose, stay silly.

That's why engineers who are both scientific and creative are paid very very very well.

I was fapping to somebody's avatar, but then I accidentally clicked on one of Jay's selfies and I vomited all over the place. It totally killed my boner. It was as if somebody transplanted a face of a horse onto one of the Kardashians.