Lemon was slumped on the living room couch of his London town house, a cup of freshly brewed tea sitting on a coaster next to him. His wife had said that she would be out shopping most of the day, and so Lemon was eager to catch up on a little bit of me-time.

With an assertive "On", the wall in front of him illuminated and displayed a TV menu. With a few hand motions he scrolled down and selected "Netflix".

Just then, there came a ring from his doorbell, and a second window popped up on his wall, displaying the view outside his front door. Standing there was a tall, muscular man, sporting a slight tan and wearing expensive, designer apparel. Parked in the background was a rather exotic looking luxury sports car.

"Ugh, what does this bloke want?" Lemon said quietly to himself, and got up to answer the man at the door.


"Yes?" he said to the athletic figure now standing in front of him.


Without saying a word, the man punched Lemon square in the jaw, causing him to stumble backwards and fall over.

"Wha-what the fuck are you doing, mate?!" Lemon spat, a small amount of blood trickling from his mouth.

The man began walking towards Lemon. "I warned you, bruh. I told you not to fucking make fun of my gains," he said in a low voice, and before Lemon could get back on his feet, he kicked him back down.

"I'm making 250k a week cause I'm so fuckin' jacked, you little British shit! I'm swimming in a literal ocean of pussy!" he shouted. He grabbed the defenseless Lemon by his shirt and threw him against the nearest wall. He collapsed once again, and while he was still on the ground, his assailant promptly picked him back up. The two were now looking each other dead in the eye.

"This is what perfection looks like, motherfucker."

With a quick snap of the neck, Lemon now lay dead in his own foyer. His killer stood over him, grinning smugly. From his pocket he pulled out a folded slip of paper with a picture of Lemon as well as two other men, one Persian looking and the other, vaguely homosexual looking. He took out a pen from his shirt pocket, and crudely X'd out the photo of Lemon.

Quote from: —ber on May 06, 2015, 01:14:02 PM

Quote from: Mythic Inconceivable! on May 06, 2015, 01:10:27 PM

some times they look like dolphins tho and then you get close and youre like oh shit

in what context would this situation arise

i dunno just like maybe youre walking down the street and you see a dolphin bro and you go to say hi but then

boom

shark

i thought furries love sharks

or is that only when they have tits

bed looks like a bed

shark looks like a shark

God damn I hate you speedrun. Why the fuck even bring up something like this? Are you a retard? Holy shit just off yourself of this site

zesty'd

gardevoir

It looks interesting.

the premise and the atmosphere are both quite unique

I'd rather play good games, though.

oh come on verb, im sure you'd at least like voodoo vince

*insert images of cars with cardboard spoilers here*

in only two months the us will be 2015 years old wow

Quote from: —ber on May 04, 2015, 05:09:45 PM

Quote from: Alphy on May 04, 2015, 05:06:47 PM

never had an xbox

that's prolly cuz when you were old enough to hold a controller the 360 was already out

ive played orignal xbox before, but ive never actually had one.

we use to go to my cousin's house like every saturday and while my mom and aunt went to go to yard sales, we would just hang out and play super smash bros melee, halo ce... i didnt play a lot, but theyd let mewhenever i started to compain

i remember being in like first grade and i couldn't wait to come home and play ce with my dad

those were the days

I think I actually played Spyhunter

good job

then you're not cool

Quote from: —ber on May 04, 2015, 01:38:52 PM

you know you could have just used the snipping tool instead of showing us your whole screen

what if i wanted to show my whole screen, huh? what about that mister smarty pants?

well then you could've at least opened a tab that says "how to join isis" or something