Describe your daydreams.......

Chakas · March 10, 2015, 06:38:26 PM

Quote from: Nagato on March 10, 2015, 06:32:46 PM

Quote from: Chakas on March 10, 2015, 06:22:12 PM
Why is no one posting any details? It takes the fun out of it.
Well, mine depend on my mood.
Sometimes I'm fighting out of rage, sometimes to protect someone, other times just because I can.
Nearly always barehanded aganist enemies equiped variously.

I'm talking about a lot more detail. Like to the extent that I listed. If you read mine, I listed a lot.

Chakas · March 10, 2015, 06:39:23 PM

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Heyo Chakas. Nice sci-fi ladies. Who doesn't like synthetic material clad ass?

On topic. I don't daydream much. Focus too much on the job at hand. Only on breaks do I do some thinking. And usually it's a story. Technology, devices, concepts, characters and so on.
Stories can be daydreams too. As far as I'm concerned, stories are all my daydreams are.

Well in that case, we arrive at the same conclusion. Only difference is, I don't ever return to a daydream. Once I've written it down, it's purged outta my head and I move on to another one.

Same here. But that shouldn't effect what you post here. Go for it. Hold nothing back. I didn't.

Jive Turkey · March 10, 2015, 06:39:45 PM

This seems kinda liberating

I like to daydream scenarios where everything goes my way and I look as cool as possible. For example, a daydream I used to have a lot was being in the gym, with a stringer on showing off my muscles lifting tons of weight. I imagine all of the gym people I know surrounding me, treating me like I'm the next Arnold Schwarzenegger, WHILE an ex girlfriend or someone is walking on a treadmill watching me get treated like a god

Idk I have some issues lol

Sandtrap · March 10, 2015, 06:45:39 PM

Quote from: Chakas on March 10, 2015, 06:39:23 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on March 10, 2015, 06:37:03 PM
Quote from: Chakas on March 10, 2015, 06:07:16 PM
Quote from: Sandtrap on March 10, 2015, 06:06:09 PM
Heyo Chakas. Nice sci-fi ladies. Who doesn't like synthetic material clad ass?

On topic. I don't daydream much. Focus too much on the job at hand. Only on breaks do I do some thinking. And usually it's a story. Technology, devices, concepts, characters and so on.
Stories can be daydreams too. As far as I'm concerned, stories are all my daydreams are.

Well in that case, we arrive at the same conclusion. Only difference is, I don't ever return to a daydream. Once I've written it down, it's purged outta my head and I move on to another one.
Same here. But that shouldn't effect what you post here. Go for it. Hold nothing back. I didn't.

The fuck do you want me to post?

I can write 120 page long stories now. I post that shit here I'll get crucified. But i'll explain the premise my stories usually follow. They always start with something I like. Something kinky or exotic. Something different. And then the story forms around it because I don't just like writing plain and simple smut. It needs a why and a how. The encounter needs characters. The characters need personalities.

The story needs a life of it's own. It's basically what I've heard someone say only once. They coined it as "intelligent erotica." The erotic bits are just icing on the cake really. There's a focus on the story and the world as well.

So, you wanna read? Here's the opening to my latest project. Rough copy for now. And since you want to read, I'll do you a favor and read what you posted.

Spoiler

Columns of smoke blew out across the horizon on the winds, on grey skies as the early morning sun dawned. Always, across the grey battered landscape, under the rubble of once towering superstructures which now lay sprawled across the ground overtop of each other in a great tangle like a fallen forest. Jericho stared up through the haze of grey, of smoke and fires on the winds. Up, up far beyond the scorched ground he walked on, to the immense blotch in the sky.

   He couldn’t make out the finer details. But it was always there. More light filtered in through the everlasting haze of dust and smoke that blew across the ruins of this world. The sound of gunfire in the distance brought his attention away from the sky. Jericho sighed.

“Right. Go over this with me, one more time.”

Standing in front of him, another man, as worn and dirty as Jericho himself, clad in rough and by now barely functioning armour for its intended purpose, smiled under a veil across his face as he held a small pistol up to Jericho, keeping it steady on him. The man pointed up to the blotch in the sky.

“It’s a simple damn plan Jericho. You get up there. Find a way to smuggle some of what they’ve got on that ship down here. And if you can’t do that, sabotage the other side. It’s our only chance.”

Jericho looked up the station that hung in the sky.

“Do we even have any idea what’s up in that ship?”

The man shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter. We need what they have. It’s the only way we’re going to win down here. It’s us or them Jer. That ship up there is just making everything a damn stalemate.”

Jericho sighed.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

The man raised his gun once more.

“Hey, if it counts for anything, you’re the best man for this job Jer. I know you’ll get us what we need. You always do. It’ll be fine.”

The man chuckled.

“And hey. It’s not every day I get to shoot your smug ass.”

Jericho rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up.”

Jericho sighed, holding out his arms.

“Right. Remember. I need to be dying. Not dead. Gutshot. Punctured lung. That whole deal.”

“Jer. I’m a crack shot.”

Jericho took a deep breath.

“Right. Okay.”

The man chuckled.

“It’s gonna hurt Jer.”

“I’ve been shot before.”

“Not like this.”

Jericho sighed.

“Right. On three.”

The man across from Jericho nodded.

“Okay. Ready? One.”

Jericho took a deep breath and spoke.

“Two.”

A bolt of energy discharged from the pistol, traveling clean through Jericho’s chest, vaporizing whatever the beam passed through and exiting out the other side. The pistol hummed as its power cells cycled and two more shots rang out, passing through him and burning clean through. The wounds were clean. Surgical in their mathematical perfection as the beams passed through him.

   But pain became a quickly arriving feeling as Jericho’s legs gave out from under him and all sense of balance was discarded as he fell onto the dirt and ash, now dying. The man walked up to Jericho.

“Sorry Jer. Hurts less if you don’t expect it. I’ve gotta scram before the drones show up to get you. Best of luck pal.”

The man patted Jericho on the shoulder as he was helpless to say anything as he clutched at the dirt and gasped for air as his vision started to fade. Footsteps rung in his ears as the man began running. Gunfire sounded out in the distance, a background noise across the entire planet like the forgotten and unnoticed thump of a heartbeat.

   And on the wind, as ash and dust blew across the remnants of this fallen world, the hum of engines could be heard. Drones, quickly making landfall from sub-orbital levels, which scoured the entire planet with nearly uncountable numbers, were now coming for him. Descending down to his dying form like vultures.

But, to most, to simple people, simple minded or uneducated because this world had only known fighting for so long, these machines were not vultures.

They were angels.

Jericho’s vision faded to black as the last thing burned into his eyes was light. Bright searchlights and scanners.

He had his ticket to heaven now.

Chakas · March 10, 2015, 06:49:52 PM

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Heyo Chakas. Nice sci-fi ladies. Who doesn't like synthetic material clad ass?

On topic. I don't daydream much. Focus too much on the job at hand. Only on breaks do I do some thinking. And usually it's a story. Technology, devices, concepts, characters and so on.
Stories can be daydreams too. As far as I'm concerned, stories are all my daydreams are.

Well in that case, we arrive at the same conclusion. Only difference is, I don't ever return to a daydream. Once I've written it down, it's purged outta my head and I move on to another one.
Same here. But that shouldn't effect what you post here. Go for it. Hold nothing back. I didn't.

The fuck do you want me to post?

I can write 120 page long stories now. I post that shit here I'll get crucified. But i'll explain the premise my stories usually follow. They always start with something I like. Something kinky or exotic. Something different. And then the story forms around it because I don't just like writing plain and simple smut. It needs a why and a how. The encounter needs characters. The characters need personalities.

The story needs a life of it's own. It's basically what I've heard someone say only once. They coined it as "intelligent erotica." The erotic bits are just icing on the cake really. There's a focus on the story and the world as well.

So, you wanna read? Here's the opening to my latest project. Rough copy for now. And since you want to read, I'll do you a favor and read what you posted.

Spoiler
Columns of smoke blew out across the horizon on the winds, on grey skies as the early morning sun dawned. Always, across the grey battered landscape, under the rubble of once towering superstructures which now lay sprawled across the ground overtop of each other in a great tangle like a fallen forest. Jericho stared up through the haze of grey, of smoke and fires on the winds. Up, up far beyond the scorched ground he walked on, to the immense blotch in the sky.

   He couldn’t make out the finer details. But it was always there. More light filtered in through the everlasting haze of dust and smoke that blew across the ruins of this world. The sound of gunfire in the distance brought his attention away from the sky. Jericho sighed.

“Right. Go over this with me, one more time.”

Standing in front of him, another man, as worn and dirty as Jericho himself, clad in rough and by now barely functioning armour for its intended purpose, smiled under a veil across his face as he held a small pistol up to Jericho, keeping it steady on him. The man pointed up to the blotch in the sky.

“It’s a simple damn plan Jericho. You get up there. Find a way to smuggle some of what they’ve got on that ship down here. And if you can’t do that, sabotage the other side. It’s our only chance.”

Jericho looked up the station that hung in the sky.

“Do we even have any idea what’s up in that ship?”

The man shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter. We need what they have. It’s the only way we’re going to win down here. It’s us or them Jer. That ship up there is just making everything a damn stalemate.”

Jericho sighed.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

The man raised his gun once more.

“Hey, if it counts for anything, you’re the best man for this job Jer. I know you’ll get us what we need. You always do. It’ll be fine.”

The man chuckled.

“And hey. It’s not every day I get to shoot your smug ass.”

Jericho rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up.”

Jericho sighed, holding out his arms.

“Right. Remember. I need to be dying. Not dead. Gutshot. Punctured lung. That whole deal.”

“Jer. I’m a crack shot.”

Jericho took a deep breath.

“Right. Okay.”

The man chuckled.

“It’s gonna hurt Jer.”

“I’ve been shot before.”

“Not like this.”

Jericho sighed.

“Right. On three.”

The man across from Jericho nodded.

“Okay. Ready? One.”

Jericho took a deep breath and spoke.

“Two.”

A bolt of energy discharged from the pistol, traveling clean through Jericho’s chest, vaporizing whatever the beam passed through and exiting out the other side. The pistol hummed as its power cells cycled and two more shots rang out, passing through him and burning clean through. The wounds were clean. Surgical in their mathematical perfection as the beams passed through him.

   But pain became a quickly arriving feeling as Jericho’s legs gave out from under him and all sense of balance was discarded as he fell onto the dirt and ash, now dying. The man walked up to Jericho.

“Sorry Jer. Hurts less if you don’t expect it. I’ve gotta scram before the drones show up to get you. Best of luck pal.”

The man patted Jericho on the shoulder as he was helpless to say anything as he clutched at the dirt and gasped for air as his vision started to fade. Footsteps rung in his ears as the man began running. Gunfire sounded out in the distance, a background noise across the entire planet like the forgotten and unnoticed thump of a heartbeat.

   And on the wind, as ash and dust blew across the remnants of this fallen world, the hum of engines could be heard. Drones, quickly making landfall from sub-orbital levels, which scoured the entire planet with nearly uncountable numbers, were now coming for him. Descending down to his dying form like vultures.

But, to most, to simple people, simple minded or uneducated because this world had only known fighting for so long, these machines were not vultures.

They were angels.

Jericho’s vision faded to black as the last thing burned into his eyes was light. Bright searchlights and scanners.

He had his ticket to heaven now.

Now we're getting somewhere. Now this is some good detail. This is what I made this thread for. Keep going if you want. I think you should. Give a summary of your stories. That's what I did. There's no reason not to. This forum has gone to shit anyway. Might as well spend your time on it doing something.

Sandtrap · March 10, 2015, 07:02:36 PM

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Heyo Chakas. Nice sci-fi ladies. Who doesn't like synthetic material clad ass?

On topic. I don't daydream much. Focus too much on the job at hand. Only on breaks do I do some thinking. And usually it's a story. Technology, devices, concepts, characters and so on.
Stories can be daydreams too. As far as I'm concerned, stories are all my daydreams are.

Well in that case, we arrive at the same conclusion. Only difference is, I don't ever return to a daydream. Once I've written it down, it's purged outta my head and I move on to another one.
Same here. But that shouldn't effect what you post here. Go for it. Hold nothing back. I didn't.

The fuck do you want me to post?

I can write 120 page long stories now. I post that shit here I'll get crucified. But i'll explain the premise my stories usually follow. They always start with something I like. Something kinky or exotic. Something different. And then the story forms around it because I don't just like writing plain and simple smut. It needs a why and a how. The encounter needs characters. The characters need personalities.

The story needs a life of it's own. It's basically what I've heard someone say only once. They coined it as "intelligent erotica." The erotic bits are just icing on the cake really. There's a focus on the story and the world as well.

So, you wanna read? Here's the opening to my latest project. Rough copy for now. And since you want to read, I'll do you a favor and read what you posted.

Spoiler
Columns of smoke blew out across the horizon on the winds, on grey skies as the early morning sun dawned. Always, across the grey battered landscape, under the rubble of once towering superstructures which now lay sprawled across the ground overtop of each other in a great tangle like a fallen forest. Jericho stared up through the haze of grey, of smoke and fires on the winds. Up, up far beyond the scorched ground he walked on, to the immense blotch in the sky.

   He couldn’t make out the finer details. But it was always there. More light filtered in through the everlasting haze of dust and smoke that blew across the ruins of this world. The sound of gunfire in the distance brought his attention away from the sky. Jericho sighed.

“Right. Go over this with me, one more time.”

Standing in front of him, another man, as worn and dirty as Jericho himself, clad in rough and by now barely functioning armour for its intended purpose, smiled under a veil across his face as he held a small pistol up to Jericho, keeping it steady on him. The man pointed up to the blotch in the sky.

“It’s a simple damn plan Jericho. You get up there. Find a way to smuggle some of what they’ve got on that ship down here. And if you can’t do that, sabotage the other side. It’s our only chance.”

Jericho looked up the station that hung in the sky.

“Do we even have any idea what’s up in that ship?”

The man shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter. We need what they have. It’s the only way we’re going to win down here. It’s us or them Jer. That ship up there is just making everything a damn stalemate.”

Jericho sighed.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

The man raised his gun once more.

“Hey, if it counts for anything, you’re the best man for this job Jer. I know you’ll get us what we need. You always do. It’ll be fine.”

The man chuckled.

“And hey. It’s not every day I get to shoot your smug ass.”

Jericho rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up.”

Jericho sighed, holding out his arms.

“Right. Remember. I need to be dying. Not dead. Gutshot. Punctured lung. That whole deal.”

“Jer. I’m a crack shot.”

Jericho took a deep breath.

“Right. Okay.”

The man chuckled.

“It’s gonna hurt Jer.”

“I’ve been shot before.”

“Not like this.”

Jericho sighed.

“Right. On three.”

The man across from Jericho nodded.

“Okay. Ready? One.”

Jericho took a deep breath and spoke.

“Two.”

A bolt of energy discharged from the pistol, traveling clean through Jericho’s chest, vaporizing whatever the beam passed through and exiting out the other side. The pistol hummed as its power cells cycled and two more shots rang out, passing through him and burning clean through. The wounds were clean. Surgical in their mathematical perfection as the beams passed through him.

   But pain became a quickly arriving feeling as Jericho’s legs gave out from under him and all sense of balance was discarded as he fell onto the dirt and ash, now dying. The man walked up to Jericho.

“Sorry Jer. Hurts less if you don’t expect it. I’ve gotta scram before the drones show up to get you. Best of luck pal.”

The man patted Jericho on the shoulder as he was helpless to say anything as he clutched at the dirt and gasped for air as his vision started to fade. Footsteps rung in his ears as the man began running. Gunfire sounded out in the distance, a background noise across the entire planet like the forgotten and unnoticed thump of a heartbeat.

   And on the wind, as ash and dust blew across the remnants of this fallen world, the hum of engines could be heard. Drones, quickly making landfall from sub-orbital levels, which scoured the entire planet with nearly uncountable numbers, were now coming for him. Descending down to his dying form like vultures.

But, to most, to simple people, simple minded or uneducated because this world had only known fighting for so long, these machines were not vultures.

They were angels.

Jericho’s vision faded to black as the last thing burned into his eyes was light. Bright searchlights and scanners.

He had his ticket to heaven now.
Now we're getting somewhere. Now this is some good detail. This is what I made this thread for. Keep going if you want. I think you should. Give a summary of your stories. That's what I did. There's no reason not to. This forum has gone to shit anyway. Might as well spend your time on it doing something.

That's all I have at the moment. I have the general idea for the entire story laid out. That ship the two are talking about is known as a "world ship."

It's a massive cylinder, a mobile space station. The cylinder has ecosystems on the inner surface of it, designed for food, oxygen and so on. In the middle are smaller orbiting cyclinders, designed to house the populations of entire planets. It's a refugee ship.

But the only difference is, this ship is owned by a medical organization. They're almost sanctimoious in their work. And this world ship has been hanging over this world for a few decades now.

This world fell into war when it's populace divided, and they've been fighting ever since. The world ship is helping the populace, using drones to collect the injured or dying, and ferrying them up to the ship. The ship is a nuetral ground, split in half as it houses two volotile factions and cares for them.

The smuggler, Jericho, is sent up ther to either smuggle medical supplies to the ground so his side can gain a foothold over the other, or if he can't, sabotage the enemy's section of the station that they're being cared for on.

Our smuggler meets a Synth, working aboard the ship. Synth's are perfect technological replicas of human beings, having a very old heritage as ancient brothers in arms alongside Humanity when they first began to spread across the stars.

The synth is mute, and chooses not to have her condition fixed, and instead communicates through holographic sign language. Evidently, as his caretaker, she's dragged around the station as Jericho discreetly tries to size everything up. And she knows it. It's an up and down relationship.

And it comes to a peak when two factions enter the system. Saarkarthians, reptilian aliens going on an agressive expansive world campaign, being followed by another human empire who was stepped on by them.

The area becomes a crossfire and it's a fight to keep the station from being boarded from either opposing side, while trying to save the poplulation fo the planet and evacuate, negotiating a truce with the world's inhabitants because the Sarrks will steamroll them and the opposing Human empire won't give them a chance to take over the planet or the station.

Naru · March 10, 2015, 07:20:34 PM

I just daydream about what I can do with love.

Rinev · March 10, 2015, 07:33:55 PM

YouTube

Honestly, I don't daydream about much.

Chakas · March 10, 2015, 08:01:03 PM

Did anyone read mine?

Hahahaha very funny Zonda · March 10, 2015, 08:04:45 PM

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Chakas · March 10, 2015, 08:07:47 PM

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Chakas · March 11, 2015, 07:17:44 AM

Quote from: ねこ on March 10, 2015, 08:04:45 PM

I daydream of two people fighting each other, exaggerated fighting like anime and shiet

I passed that stage years ago. As I've gotten older, my daydreams have gotten more and more mature.

Mega Sceptile · March 11, 2015, 07:22:02 AM

I don't have daydreams, I have visions of the future that go to a really weird place after the vision happens. I have a vision where I am doing something extremely mundane or I have a specific conversation, then a large crack in my vision appears and everything around me shatters like glass. then it's back to real life.

3 weeks to a month later that exact thing, or conversation happens and I trip the fuck out.

Sandtrap · March 11, 2015, 09:27:26 AM

Quote from: Chakas on March 10, 2015, 08:01:03 PM

Did anyone read mine?

Ye.

True Turquoise · March 11, 2015, 09:43:04 AM

Spoiler

I daydream about the divine thighs

Incan · March 11, 2015, 10:01:34 AM

Mainly about what I'll be doing in 5 years, which tends to either be politics or teaching.

BlitzFiend · March 11, 2015, 10:05:35 AM

I daydream about feeling joy
its pretty hard

Chakas · March 11, 2015, 10:56:33 AM

Quote from: Mega Sceptile on March 11, 2015, 07:22:02 AM

I don't have daydreams, I have visions of the future that go to a really weird place after the vision happens. I have a vision where I am doing something extremely mundane or I have a specific conversation, then a large crack in my vision appears and everything around me shatters like glass. then it's back to real life.

3 weeks to a month later that exact thing, or conversation happens and I trip the fuck out.

I don't know if this is a reference to something or what but if it is real, you should probably get yourself checked out.

Chakas · March 11, 2015, 10:58:05 AM

Quote from: Doom DH on March 11, 2015, 10:05:35 AM

I daydream about feeling joy
its pretty hard

I was going to make a penis joke but I couldn't come up with one.

Chakas · March 17, 2015, 12:23:51 AM

Korra · March 17, 2015, 12:32:56 AM

You're my forever girl!

Chakas · March 17, 2015, 12:34:25 AM

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You're my forever girl!

I believe the presence of the penis currently attached to my body renders that statement void.

Korra · March 17, 2015, 12:35:03 AM

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Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:32:56 AM
You're my forever girl!
I believe the presence of the penis currently attached to my body renders that statement void.

It wasn't directed at you.

Elegiac · March 17, 2015, 12:36:34 AM

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Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:32:56 AM
You're my forever girl!
I believe the presence of the penis currently attached to my body renders that statement void.
It wasn't directed at you.

I'm on board for this conversation.

*settles in*

Chakas · March 17, 2015, 12:36:37 AM

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Quote from: Chakas on March 17, 2015, 12:34:25 AM
Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:32:56 AM
You're my forever girl!
I believe the presence of the penis currently attached to my body renders that statement void.
It wasn't directed at you.

Then I believe you forgot to use the quote button. I recommend a REDACT and re-quote your intended post.

Korra · March 17, 2015, 12:46:16 AM

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Quote from: Chakas on March 17, 2015, 12:34:25 AM
Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:32:56 AM
You're my forever girl!
I believe the presence of the penis currently attached to my body renders that statement void.
It wasn't directed at you.
Then I believe you forgot to use the quote button. I recommend a REDACT and re-quote your intended post.

It was more of a response and joke to the title of the thread about daydreams. But joke's ruined so...

Chakas · March 17, 2015, 12:50:04 AM

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Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:35:03 AM
Quote from: Chakas on March 17, 2015, 12:34:25 AM
Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:32:56 AM
You're my forever girl!
I believe the presence of the penis currently attached to my body renders that statement void.
It wasn't directed at you.
Then I believe you forgot to use the quote button. I recommend a REDACT and re-quote your intended post.
It was more of a response and joke to the title of the thread about daydreams. But joke's ruined so...

Please elaborate...

Korra · March 17, 2015, 12:51:25 AM

Quote from: Chakas on March 17, 2015, 12:50:04 AM

Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:46:16 AM
Quote from: Chakas on March 17, 2015, 12:36:37 AM
Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:35:03 AM
Quote from: Chakas on March 17, 2015, 12:34:25 AM
Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:32:56 AM
You're my forever girl!
I believe the presence of the penis currently attached to my body renders that statement void.
It wasn't directed at you.
Then I believe you forgot to use the quote button. I recommend a REDACT and re-quote your intended post.
It was more of a response and joke to the title of the thread about daydreams. But joke's ruined so...
Please elaborate...

It was a reference to ATLA's Nightmares and Daydreams episode.

Chakas · March 17, 2015, 12:54:41 AM

Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:51:25 AM

Quote from: Chakas on March 17, 2015, 12:50:04 AM
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Quote from: Chakas on March 17, 2015, 12:36:37 AM
Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:35:03 AM
Quote from: Chakas on March 17, 2015, 12:34:25 AM
Quote from: Korra Valentine on March 17, 2015, 12:32:56 AM
You're my forever girl!
I believe the presence of the penis currently attached to my body renders that statement void.
It wasn't directed at you.
Then I believe you forgot to use the quote button. I recommend a REDACT and re-quote your intended post.
It was more of a response and joke to the title of the thread about daydreams. But joke's ruined so...
Please elaborate...
It was a reference to ATLA's Nightmares and Daydreams episode.

I do not recall that episode...

Korra · March 17, 2015, 12:55:13 AM

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You're my forever girl!
I believe the presence of the penis currently attached to my body renders that statement void.
It wasn't directed at you.
Then I believe you forgot to use the quote button. I recommend a REDACT and re-quote your intended post.
It was more of a response and joke to the title of the thread about daydreams. But joke's ruined so...
Please elaborate...
It was a reference to ATLA's Nightmares and Daydreams episode.
I do not recall that episode...

Ah, well, okay.