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5911
« on: September 30, 2015, 08:20:46 AM »
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5912
« on: September 29, 2015, 06:06:08 PM »
The forerunners were a lot more interesting when they were mysterious and long dead.
When they come into the spotlight all you get is a race of pretentious halfwits who an hero'd but couldn't even do it properly.
5913
« on: September 29, 2015, 06:01:54 PM »
Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.
But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.
Spoiler Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.
Spoiler: we don't.
Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.
It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that. I was that lizard.
You son of a bitch...
sorry not sorry
Your boatfu will sink and your waifu is a whore.
Poi will never sink and Gilles did nothing wrong.
Savo will happen and Gilles was French.
It will never happen and he might have been born in what is now france, but he was a Breton. That's the closest you can get to being a bong without being born here.
5914
« on: September 29, 2015, 06:00:39 PM »
I don't have nightmares
Neither do I e.e
5915
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:57:50 PM »
I had a few dreams about my friends and families that get really messed up. I'll post some if you want >_>
And my nightmares are just weird as hell, lots of which involve my family :/
Oh deer.
Well if you don't mind a good old family picnic being interrupted by a combine harvester then please do post them e.e
But it's quite understandable if you'd rather not >_>
One of my nightmares, I was forced to eat somebody >_> (Metal gear eat your heart out)
Like, that one I woke up crying, apparently.
I also woke up crying from one of those. I'd bitten my cheek to shreds in the carnage ;-; I've also had a few with my family and I running from some crazy guy, who, always kills me at the end. Flip that around and I've been in one of those. Some creepy looking guy with a mask, no clown or like wolf looking thing, just I dunno i dont remember my dreams.
5916
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:52:44 PM »
Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.
But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.
Spoiler Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.
Spoiler: we don't.
Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.
It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that. I was that lizard.
You son of a bitch...
sorry not sorry
Your boatfu will sink and your waifu is a whore.
Poi will never sink and Gilles did nothing wrong.
5917
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:48:29 PM »
Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.
But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.
Spoiler Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.
Spoiler: we don't.
Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.
It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that. I was that lizard.
You son of a bitch...
sorry not sorry
5918
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:47:07 PM »
Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.
But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.
Spoiler Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.
Spoiler: we don't.
Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.
It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that. I was that lizard.
5919
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:40:50 PM »
One time I fell asleep during the day, and "woke" up a few hours later after the sun had gone down (I say this because of how realistic it was). I was completely paralyzed, and I watched in terror as dark figures entered the room and formed a circle around my bed. After a while, one of them climbed onto my bed and started smothering me with a pillow.
As I began to die (I really think that I experienced what it feels like to die from suffocation), I woke up in a fit of panic. I honestly have to say realizing it wasn't real was the most relieving moment in my life.
Hmm now that sounds remarkably like sleep paralysis, chances are you were technically awake but with the brain still locked in dreaming mode with the muscles paralysed to prevent harm to the sleeper. They can be really quite unpleasant, thankfully I haven't had them happen to me <.<
5920
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:39:42 PM »
Today actually.
So I was my younger (about 6-8 I'm guessing from the mirror image I saw) self at home and I was bored so I went outside and took my football with me. Well not too far from my house there is an enclosed football pitch where random people just start playing with each other so I headed there. By the time I arrived night it was starting to get dark and all I saw were clouds of smoke, like thick cigarette smoke coming from the pitch so I avoided going inside and just started to kick the ball against the metal fencing. As the smoke died down I saw two people sitting on the ground inside the pitch around the goal posts, the best way to describe them would be hobos or pikeys and they looked like they were on drugs which I assumed was all the smoke. I didn't leave I remained kicking the ball around when I accidentally hit the ball too hard and it went around the corner by this wall parallel to the metal fencing of the pitch, there was like a 4m gap between the two. I make my way to the ball when I notice another figure in the centre of the court, a tall, slim hooded chap smoking with the hobos probably. Well I'm still making my way to the ball and I see the slim chap starting to walk to the corner of the pitch. (At the time the pitch was damaged and in the top left corner there was a hole which pretty much any non-kinder could get out from) My heart starts beating fast because I see him looking at me whilst he's walking towards to the hole in the fence and as soon as we're on the same side he runs towards me, grabs me from behind and stabs me in my stomach.
The end.
Sounds like a normal night in manchester tbh
5921
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:38:42 PM »
I used to have this nightmare about a really creepy clown that would come and take me from my parents. Like he would drag me away and I would try to scream but I couldn't make a sound. It would happen like every night when I was little.
Then the dreams stopped. A year later they came back, but this time I was in the grocery shop with my mom. He peeked around the corner and pointed and smiled at me. So I pulled a shotgun off the shelf and shot the shit out of him. Like I shot him and it sent him flying into the shelf and I walked up and emptied the gun into his head at point blank.
Then the dreams stopped for a while, and it came back AGAIN. This time it was a lot less scary for some reason even though there were like 100 clowns. I had a machine gun and I was just mowing these motherfuckers down. I was gunning them down and running to the parking lot to get into the car which was being driven by my parents and I killed them all and escaped. I had that dream a few times and it always played out differently with me not yet escaping but not being capture either. The last time I had the dream though I killed ALL of them and escaped though.
That creepy grocery store and those clowns never bothered me again. I've always wondered about those dreams. Why clowns? I never had clowns in my life or a bad experience with them. Why the being dragged from my parents and the paralyzing fear? And most interestingly, why did I suddenly stop being afraid almost completely and just get really violent? Crazy stuff.
Hmm now that is interesting, being haunted by recurring nightmares and then ending them within a dream by killing the thing that is tormenting you. That was how I resolved several tormentors, not just gollum. There was a dog in one, which I uh... hate how that one ended but way back when I was terrified of dogs. Zombie nightmares ended too when I kind of shot myself to avoid killing my dog. Funny how it works like that <_<
5922
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:34:03 PM »
So now I know this night is truly blessed. Not only have I found these on amazon  and the machine-prophet has appeared to us but he also translated the will of the omnissiah too  RYUUNOSUKE WO SHONINTAMAE WATASHI KARA NO TAMUKE WO SAIKOU NO KOOOOOOOOOOOORU
5923
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:26:39 PM »
I had a few dreams about my friends and families that get really messed up. I'll post some if you want >_>
And my nightmares are just weird as hell, lots of which involve my family :/
Oh deer. Well if you don't mind a good old family picnic being interrupted by a combine harvester then please do post them e.e But it's quite understandable if you'd rather not >_>
5924
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:26:00 PM »
Old dream, i dont remember when it was but i stabbed a bunch of people with a knife. It was satisfying >.>
'Sadly' i dont see much gory dreams, more disturbing ones.
Last night there was a statue, 'Ghoul Statue' was its name, i dunno where the name came from it just was it. I remember looking at it when it suddenly stretched its mouth open and got red eyes, then it dashed/phased/teleported towards me.
Gave me a good scare and woke me up briefly.
Another one, my PC spoke weird stuff, think of a malfunctioning AI. Then it started screaming in a really fucking disturbing machine kind of voice, i woke up to that.
... Your computer spoke to you? *-* We have found the chosen one. Ave Deus Mechanicus ;-;7
5925
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:24:50 PM »
All of my nightmares involve being hunted down by a serial killer or zombies m8. Pretty generic shit.
Hmm, well any dreams in which you are doing the hunting? <_<
Those aren't nightmares, they are wet dreams.
Well I wouldn't take it that far, but the intent behind the words is all daijoubu e.e
5926
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:19:41 PM »
All of my nightmares involve being hunted down by a serial killer or zombies m8. Pretty generic shit.
Hmm, well any dreams in which you are doing the hunting? <_<
5927
« on: September 29, 2015, 05:11:24 PM »
+++Preramble+++ Some of you chaps who were on B.net before the update that was the final straw, but after the b.linding might remember a thread I made about Dreams. For those who don't, it was basically a nice short and concise thread in which I clearly and precisely explained the dream that I had had recently. And it totally wasn't my trademarked rambling half-coherent blood splattered mess. So here is 2.0 e.e +++How to play+++ Step 1 - Pick the most bloody, gory, horrific nightmare/dream you had recently and post it e.e Step 2 - There is no step 2. Step 3 - Don't post boring ones where there is no carnage, if you never have interesting dreams then I recommend taking a handful of random medication shortly before bed and seeing what happens. +++Let's begin e.e+++ Last Night A little while ago (15 years ish actually) I used to have a lot of nightmares from Gollum. Seems kinda silly now but he creeped five year old me the fuck out. It ended when I cracked him over my knee and chucked him off a bridge in a dream and that way that.
But for some reason, he came back last night.
And oh boy did the little bastard get what he deserved e.e
It was a relatively shortlived dream, but I woke up grinning from ear to ear.
He was swimming across the water's edge near the sea towards me for some reason and I grappled the little swine out of the water and he shrieked and fled under a pier.
Out comes this lovely little kitchen knife we have at home, I recognised it by the shape of the blade/weight of the handle and all that. Dunno where it came from but hey. It was time for some fun. e.e
So he's hiding behind this rock underneath the pier and going from side to side trying to benny hill up in this shit. That's not how it works and courtesy of dream physics my arm extended a bit further than it should have done and caught him right under the jawline in the throat with the knife.
Oh the screaming ;x;
Well, gurgling shrieks of panic.
I then dragged him across the shingle beach using the knife in his throat and he flailed around a bit bleeding all over the place and eventually stopped moving. Then to make sure I finished the job because apparently a broken spine and a fall off khazad-dum doesn't finish people off, I sliced his head off nice and properly so that it wouldn't be coming back ever again.
Overall it was a 10/10 dream, I haven't woken up feeling that refreshed and satisfied in a long bloody time. Post yours to join the e.e
5928
« on: September 29, 2015, 04:47:43 PM »
I eat pizza with a knife and fork.
fancy af
Quite
5929
« on: September 29, 2015, 04:45:28 PM »
oh
It's okay, you'll be reanimated as your true form you magnificent robogender.
yey e.e Alright hold on lemme eat these pc parts before I electrocute myself.
5930
« on: September 29, 2015, 04:44:12 PM »
oh
5931
« on: September 29, 2015, 04:42:34 PM »
I eat pizza with a knife and fork.
You should literally kill yourself
oh Well can my last meal be a Pizza with chopsticks then?
5932
« on: September 29, 2015, 04:40:18 PM »
I eat pizza with a knife and fork.
5933
« on: September 29, 2015, 04:36:38 PM »
You would have to be one hell of a lad to do that tbh
5934
« on: September 29, 2015, 04:09:59 PM »
Stannis the Mannis.
5935
« on: September 29, 2015, 04:05:50 PM »
So, between all these warnings that I'm getting, is anybody making time to punish the actual villains?
Wrong place to discuss this, once again.
I'll say this here though, did it occur to you that by causing problems and forcing us to take action it makes it any easier to get to the bottom of things?
Reply to this in the septagon thread if you wish.
You guys don't get to the bottom of anything whether I speak up or not  Rules should in part reflect common sense, and the way that I have described the functioning of a rule in the OP of this 'septagon thread' you mentioned, I feel, speaks to this. I'm not causing a problem, I'm reacting to it. I would react more within the rules, but you have to understand how hard it is to respect rules that don't seem to protect you from anything, even in those times when you've appealed to them to the letter.
We'll see if I have anything more to say, and if I do I'll take it to that that thread as you say. Cynicism tells me not to bother though.
This should be in the other thread, but I hate to ignore something in the wrong place out of pedantry.
Look at it like this, if someone who is dancing around within the rules is succesfully avoiding the hammer. Do you think that leaping outside of the rules will net a positive result? Or do you think that sticking to the rules and finding ways to play within them like everyone else does will?
Basically it's hard to complain that the rules aren't being warped to ban someone who isn't explicitly breaking them when you break them explicitly yourself.
You aren't seeing the situation clearly, or comprehending. I expect black and white justice. There is no grey. No need for warping. I don't want to play games. I'm not here to play spiteful little games. That's not my idea of fun. At some point the mods are either going to do the right thing or explicity state that they have no interest in doing the right thing.
Well as you have seen despite your claims to the contrary, a black and white - cut and dry, case has had a black and white - cut and dry result. Jester has been banned for it and that is that. For less cut and dry cases, like the ones preceding this, there isn't a nice simple answer because it's not a matter of right and wrong it's about how the rules of the site are implemented on a larger scale as well as a smaller one. Setting precedents is not something to be done lightly.
5936
« on: September 29, 2015, 01:40:45 PM »
I'll be back later, if there is more to discuss then feel free but I won't be returning for a few hours now.
5937
« on: September 29, 2015, 01:30:22 PM »
Do you think I could get an administrator to delete my old accounts and posts? Some are pretty embarrassing and I wouldn't mind them going away.
Streisand effect
Everyone without fail has posted embarrassing shit online, particularly when they were younger. It's best to just laugh it off than to go on a ganking spree and try to cover it all up.
So, between all these warnings that I'm getting, is anybody making time to punish the actual villains?
Wrong place to discuss this, once again.
I'll say this here though, did it occur to you that by causing problems and forcing us to take action it makes it any easier to get to the bottom of things?
Reply to this in the septagon thread if you wish.
You guys don't get to the bottom of anything whether I speak up or not Rules should in part reflect common sense, and the way that I have described the functioning of a rule in the OP of this 'septagon thread' you mentioned, I feel, speaks to this. I'm not causing a problem, I'm reacting to it. I would react more within the rules, but you have to understand how hard it is to respect rules that don't seem to protect you from anything, even in those times when you've appealed to them to the letter.
We'll see if I have anything more to say, and if I do I'll take it to that that thread as you say. Cynicism tells me not to bother though.
This should be in the other thread, but I hate to ignore something in the wrong place out of pedantry. Look at it like this, if someone who is dancing around within the rules is succesfully avoiding the hammer. Do you think that leaping outside of the rules will net a positive result? Or do you think that sticking to the rules and finding ways to play within them like everyone else does will? Basically it's hard to complain that the rules aren't being warped to ban someone who isn't explicitly breaking them when you break them explicitly yourself.
5938
« on: September 29, 2015, 01:17:34 PM »
Next person to not play nice and continue this fighting on here is gonna get slapped, regardless of who it is. This has passed the point of teasing and joking jabs. These are far more malicious insults and as such they will be dealt with accordingly.
It's already been quoted, but I'll post it again so it's from an official channel. Flee states quite clearly here that the next person to continue the fighting is going to get slapped. You promptly flamed challenger when he posts a reply that does not in any way warrant it. I'd have been inclined to leave it at the magikarp but as it was then pointed out to me the lot of you had been given a clear warning to stop. Challenger didn't go into that thread and post anything rude to you, you screamed blue murder at him. Hence you have been warned for that and not him. I said this in the other thread too, do you think that by causing all this fuss it actually gets you what you want out of a situation? Because all it does is create roadblock after roadblock for the mods because we have to clean up the aftermath of yet another flamewar.
5939
« on: September 29, 2015, 01:13:54 PM »
Do you think I could get an administrator to delete my old accounts and posts? Some are pretty embarrassing and I wouldn't mind them going away.
Streisand effect
Everyone without fail has posted embarrassing shit online, particularly when they were younger. It's best to just laugh it off than to go on a ganking spree and try to cover it all up.
So, between all these warnings that I'm getting, is anybody making time to punish the actual villains?
Wrong place to discuss this, once again. I'll say this here though, did it occur to you that by causing problems and forcing us to take action it makes it any easier to get to the bottom of things? Reply to this in the septagon thread if you wish.
5940
« on: September 29, 2015, 12:47:54 PM »
German Medicine is the best in the world.
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