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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Above user in a nutshell
« on: November 19, 2012, 03:34:22 pm »
A space redneck crow with sunglasses and a defecation problem.
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I can't take it anymore... this thread, a never-ending cycle, haunting the updated topics page like an insatiable spirit. Do you realize what you're dealing with here? It's got you, makes the same 8 people post the same thing on each other over and over, steadily eroding your lifespan. Before we know it, it will have enough life force to achieve sentience, and then we're in a mess.
This has gone under our radar for long enough. I'm declaring a class-4 infohazard situation, and enacting full containment procedures as of now. All affected individuals are to report for class C amnesiacs. If you do not wish to comply, please direct your attention to this red light for a moment for and remove any reflective eyewear. Thank you.
I was just being generic. When attacking, we become something that makes lesser mortals die from terror and freeze the rest in their tracks.We look different to each and every mortal. To the greedy we are their most prized possession. To the lustful the person of their dreams. To the prideful, an adoring admirer. To the happy, we are a beggar.When we're feeling stealthy, that is. When we attack, mortals see us as a predator, ready to charge, ripping, tearing, the thing in the night, the flesh-ripper, that which they fear most. Etc. I'm tired right no-ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Any specifics on this flesh ripper?
So I'm writing a mythology essay late into the night, due to extreme procrastination, and all of a sudden, THE COMPUTER DECIDES IT'S A FREAKING GREAT TIME TO CONFIGURE THE UPDATES. I LOST MY WORK. I CAN ONLY EXPRESS THROUGH ALL CAPS WHO MUCH RAGE I FEEL WITHOUT DEVOLVING INTO COMPLETE NON-SENSIBILITY AND PUNCHING THE KEYBOARD.I hate when that happens. That said, your computer was hurhuehueing you.
EDIT: WAIT NO, IT'S BACK NOW. WORD SAVED IT. HAIJELYA. I'M SO HAPPY I DON'T CARE ENOUGH TO BOTHER TO KNOW HOW TO SPELL THAT. I guess I can stop writing in rage caps then.
We look different to each and every mortal. To the greedy we are their most prized possession. To the lustful the person of their dreams. To the prideful, an adoring admirer. To the happy, we are a beggar.When we're feeling stealthy, that is. When we attack, mortals see us as a predator, ready to charge, ripping, tearing, the thing in the night, the flesh-ripper, that which they fear most. Etc. I'm tired right no-ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
MAFIOSO? TIME FOR DEATH STEROIDSColonists be helped. Sadly they are incompetent.TRULY INCOMPETENT MORONS. THE MAFIOSA HOWEVER ARE LIKELY TO KILL YOU ALL WITH THEM ROLLS. I MEAN SERIOUSLY I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW THEY GOT THOSE ROLLS. I WILL ADMIT I AM ROOTING FOR THEM NOW, IF ONLY BECAUSE OF THEIR ABILITY TO HOLD UP A FIGHT WITH NIGH IMMORTAL OMNIPOTENT BEINGS.
WHILE THE TERRORISTS ARE A BUTT MONKEY.