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The Flood / Re: ITT list an object
« on: January 08, 2015, 11:36:12 AM »y u do dis =(My bedI hate that
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The Flood / Re: ITT list an object« on: January 08, 2015, 11:36:12 AM »y u do dis =(My bedI hate that 5402
The Flood / Re: Fifteen minutes until my birthday.« on: January 08, 2015, 10:09:53 AM »Happy birthday! 5404
Gaming / Re: So I scanned the QR Code in Guacamelee« on: January 08, 2015, 06:54:28 AM »
I'm planning on playing it soon, I'll just have to finish another game first.
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The Flood / Re: As an Australian living in America« on: January 08, 2015, 06:52:53 AM »They don't have Maltesers in the US?My thoughts as well, we have them in Sweden too. 5406
The Flood / Re: There must be at least 6 to 8 teaspoons of cum here« on: January 08, 2015, 06:46:58 AM »Oh you know ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Depends on how intense it was.Define intense 5407
The Flood / Re: There must be at least 6 to 8 teaspoons of cum here« on: January 08, 2015, 06:32:15 AM »
Depends on how intense it was.
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The Flood / Re: Post your cooking skills (or lack thereof) ITT« on: January 08, 2015, 06:02:18 AM »What is it?A cheese omelette, nothing really fancy. 5409
The Flood / Post your cooking skills (or lack thereof) ITT« on: January 08, 2015, 05:51:47 AM »5411
The Flood / Re: You have been called upon to serve..« on: January 08, 2015, 03:05:59 AM »
Designated Marksman, recon unit.
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The Flood / Re: So I gota new case fan« on: January 07, 2015, 03:59:15 PM »oooh looks shinyI guess, but I mainly bought it because it's supposed to be a silent model. It can also be controlled by the motherboard, which will be nice since my current one constantly spins at max speed. 5417
The Flood / Re: Just five more years to 2020« on: January 07, 2015, 08:34:48 AM »
Halo is almost 14 years old.
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The Flood / Re: Master Chief caught jumping from an object in the sky« on: January 07, 2015, 03:59:07 AM »
The Arbiter's with us! We have enough problems without you two trying to kill each other.
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The Flood / Re: Art Hub« on: January 07, 2015, 03:42:52 AM »Ain't nobody got time for that. 5423
The Flood / Re: Users You'd Legit Date« on: January 06, 2015, 05:49:39 AM »
Oh I can think of a bunch (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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The Flood / Re: Rate the avatar of the person who posted above you ITT« on: January 05, 2015, 05:01:40 PM »Quote BCNice car/10 5425
The Flood / Re: Rate the avatar of the person who posted above you ITT« on: January 05, 2015, 04:58:59 PM »You had an avatar yesterday that made me stop and say "Wow, that's actually pretty cool".If it's that bad I'll switch back. 5426
The Flood / Rate the avatar of the person who posted above you ITT« on: January 05, 2015, 04:53:59 PM »
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Spoiler If they have multiple avatars in rotation, say which one it was is and rate that one. 5427
The Flood / Re: ITT: reply incorrectly.« on: January 05, 2015, 04:45:21 PM »I have been perpetually hard since Friday. 5428
The Flood / Re: Quoting etiquette« on: January 05, 2015, 10:09:55 AM »
SCENE I. London. A street.
Enter GLOUCESTER, solus GLOUCESTER Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barded steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the king In deadly hate the one against the other: And if King Edward be as true and just As I am subtle, false and treacherous, This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up, About a prophecy, which says that 'G' Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence comes. Enter CLARENCE, guarded, and BRAKENBURY Brother, good day; what means this armed guard That waits upon your grace? CLARENCE His majesty Tendering my person's safety, hath appointed This conduct to convey me to the Tower. GLOUCESTER Upon what cause? CLARENCE Because my name is George. GLOUCESTER Alack, my lord, that fault is none of yours; He should, for that, commit your godfathers: O, belike his majesty hath some intent That you shall be new-christen'd in the Tower. But what's the matter, Clarence? may I know? CLARENCE Yea, Richard, when I know; for I protest As yet I do not: but, as I can learn, He hearkens after prophecies and dreams; And from the cross-row plucks the letter G. And says a wizard told him that by G His issue disinherited should be; And, for my name of George begins with G, It follows in his thought that I am he. These, as I learn, and such like toys as these Have moved his highness to commit me now. GLOUCESTER Why, this it is, when men are ruled by women: 'Tis not the king that sends you to the Tower: My Lady Grey his wife, Clarence, 'tis she That tempers him to this extremity. Was it not she and that good man of worship, Anthony Woodville, her brother there, That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower, From whence this present day he is deliver'd? We are not safe, Clarence; we are not safe. CLARENCE By heaven, I think there's no man is secure But the queen's kindred and night-walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore. Heard ye not what an humble suppliant Lord hastings was to her for his delivery? GLOUCESTER Humbly complaining to her deity Got my lord chamberlain his liberty. I'll tell you what; I think it is our way, If we will keep in favour with the king, To be her men and wear her livery: The jealous o'erworn widow and herself, Since that our brother dubb'd them gentlewomen. Are mighty gossips in this monarchy. BRAKENBURY I beseech your graces both to pardon me; His majesty hath straitly given in charge That no man shall have private conference, Of what degree soever, with his brother. GLOUCESTER Even so; an't please your worship, Brakenbury, You may partake of any thing we say: We speak no treason, man: we say the king Is wise and virtuous, and his noble queen Well struck in years, fair, and not jealous; We say that Shore's wife hath a pretty foot, A cherry lip, a bonny eye, a passing pleasing tongue; And that the queen's kindred are made gentle-folks: How say you sir? Can you deny all this? BRAKENBURY With this, my lord, myself have nought to do. GLOUCESTER Naught to do with mistress Shore! I tell thee, fellow, He that doth naught with her, excepting one, Were best he do it secretly, alone. BRAKENBURY What one, my lord? GLOUCESTER Her husband, knave: wouldst thou betray me? BRAKENBURY I beseech your grace to pardon me, and withal Forbear your conference with the noble duke. CLARENCE We know thy charge, Brakenbury, and will obey. GLOUCESTER We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Brother, farewell: I will unto the king; And whatsoever you will employ me in, Were it to call King Edward's widow sister, I will perform it to enfranchise you. Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood Touches me deeper than you can imagine. CLARENCE I know it pleaseth neither of us well. GLOUCESTER Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; Meantime, have patience. CLARENCE I must perforce. Farewell. Exeunt CLARENCE, BRAKENBURY, and Guard GLOUCESTER Go, tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return. Simple, plain Clarence! I do love thee so, That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, If heaven will take the present at our hands. But who comes here? the new-deliver'd Hastings? Enter HASTINGS HASTINGS Good time of day unto my gracious lord! GLOUCESTER As much unto my good lord chamberlain! Well are you welcome to the open air. How hath your lordship brook'd imprisonment? HASTINGS With patience, noble lord, as prisoners must: But I shall live, my lord, to give them thanks That were the cause of my imprisonment. GLOUCESTER No doubt, no doubt; and so shall Clarence too; For they that were your enemies are his, And have prevail'd as much on him as you. HASTINGS More pity that the eagle should be mew'd, While kites and buzzards prey at liberty. GLOUCESTER What news abroad? HASTINGS No news so bad abroad as this at home; The King is sickly, weak and melancholy, And his physicians fear him mightily. GLOUCESTER Now, by Saint Paul, this news is bad indeed. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, And overmuch consumed his royal person: 'Tis very grievous to be thought upon. What, is he in his bed? HASTINGS He is. GLOUCESTER Go you before, and I will follow you. Exit HASTINGS He cannot live, I hope; and must not die Till George be pack'd with post-horse up to heaven. I'll in, to urge his hatred more to Clarence, With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments; And, if I fall not in my deep intent, Clarence hath not another day to live: Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy, And leave the world for me to bustle in! For then I'll marry Warwick's youngest daughter. What though I kill'd her husband and her father? The readiest way to make the wench amends Is to become her husband and her father: The which will I; not all so much for love As for another secret close intent, By marrying her which I must reach unto. But yet I run before my horse to market: Clarence still breathes; Edward still lives and reigns: When they are gone, then must I count my gains. 5429
The Flood / Re: Gore Thread« on: January 05, 2015, 10:06:09 AM »Fair enough, I'll be more mindful next time. 5430
The Flood / Re: Swedenball thread« on: January 05, 2015, 09:14:50 AM »...oh.Wait, Numb Digger is Norwegian? |