Janus

JENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN. Don't you dare mention that game that isn't a game. UNLESS you are talking about METROID FUSION in which I forgive you and love you <3 Also Bryan oh hey Big Zam! Micah: YOU BETTER GIVE ME SOME LEAVES BOY. THOSE LEAVES ARE MINE. Mandrew: I know it hurts to admit it, but we have to accept that there's always someone better than us. In this case it just happens to me. Everyone else except for Becca: Hey, you guys are cool. Thanks for coming by and wishing me one year closer to death. It's pretty awesome of you. Becca: You are amazing and I love you and thank you for Lasagna and also the gingerale and also being amazing and also incredible and also congratulations on making this topic finally. YAY.

Looking at some of the posts here. I am so glad I retired from Staff. While I understand your frustration, you might want to consider that attacking the people who are trying their best to make this an enjoyable environment---might not be the smartest. They might get burned out and do exactly what you are accusing them of. IE: Not caring. But aside from that listen to Pat/DeeVee because he is genius and beautiful <3

[???]: Well, that was funOh. The fun has just begun. You have big plans. Jumbo plans. Plans that will be jotted down in PERMANENT MARKER.[???]: Put the plan into actionShe'll be coming for you any second. She will do whatever she can to stop your brilliant plans. All of them.[???]: RUN NOW WHILE YOU CANThis is also a good plan yes.[???]: Dont cause any more troubleTrouble? You?Never.[???]: OTP 4 LYFEDang skippy, son. OTP Representin in the hizindustrial laboratory complex.[???]: OH NO HERE SHE COMESYou perform a standard NINJA WALL KICK to evade detection.[???]: Cease running, play cookie gameYou never stopped playing. Grandma's cookies are irresistible, and clicking on those fat chunked beauties is an unavoidable pleasure. You find yourself clicking them everywhere - in the bathroom, in the shower, in bed. Sometimes you stay up all night just clicking by yourself over and over. You can't stay away from her round treats.They're simply too delicious.[???]: Enter namePerfect.[Ninja Mcpirate]: Enter real name.Fine. Your name is Robert Cox. You just go by Ninja Mcpirate for short. You can make Ninja McPirate dance to your twisted whims by submitting commands here.

BUDGET SHORTFALL reporting for duty!

Long story short, Canada joined the Jaeger program to save the world and such. Unfortunately, being Canada, their budget wasn't quite what they expected--and they spent most of it cloning Kevin Hinkle (because you can always use more Kevin Hinkle). So they ended up with Budget Shortfall. It can maybe save the world probably maybe? Yeah I doubt it. Anyhow there are pictures, have them! One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine

I take you, good listeners...

I looked around at the chaos I had wrought. What once had been an aggressive dance off had turned into some sort of new-fangled peaceful hippie rave party. That just wouldn't do. Clearly the only solution was to return the aggression--or kill someone. (Hey, my son doesn't just get it from his mother) I grabbed a sharp rock and started stabbing. Because why not?

Having watched a newfound member of our team win glorious victory for us, I was understandably a little wary of the bloodbath that could ensue--but looking around I saw only tired and world-worn faces with hints of aggression burning through. Clearly we all hated each other and wanted to dismember each other in various horrible ways, but were simply too weary to raise a sharpened stick.Something had to be done, that much pent aggression could--I dunno, cause trouble sleeping or something? I'm not really a doctor (though I do maquerade as one from time to time)I shrugged my heavy shoulders and looked around at the exhausted people around me."Dance fight?" I murmured.It took approximately 2.5 seconds for someone to start beatboxing and both teams to start getting caught up in the rhythm.

Gharghablargh. Also hello.

I watched with sorrow as yet another one of my teammates was taken away/freed from the eternal prison that was our life.Now only four of us remained--and if I was right that number would continue to shrink--not just because of the voting process (yay democracy!) but also because of the probable killer, or killers.Oh yeah, I was in the middle of having a crisis of faith/mental breakdown, wasn't I?I decided to head back to camp and try and figure out if there was anything to drink my sorrows away with yet. Water with dirt had lost its luster already.

Hello (hello, hello) Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone home? Also yes The Wall <3 <3 <3 <3

I can't believe so few people are voting for me. I worked really hard on this you guys. :C

make fun of them. spread rumors that their parents are alcoholic. trip them in the hallway and kick them while they’re down. come into their house. stab them.

I think this Entry deserves to be acknowledged as pretty much the most intelligent, loving, and respectful way to go about this. There are many people who can look to you for a great example. Thank you for being brave enough.

Get creative, eh? I glanced furtively around my team before catching the eye of Hahli Husky on the other team. What would she do? How would she deal with a situation. She grinned her psychopathic murder-grin and I realized what I had to do.I moved to where the final stick remained and snapped its neck. I mean snapped it in half.Sticks Remaining: ONE (half. But we're going to call it one. SO THERE.)

I don't gif but HAPPY BLIRFDAY ANDI QUEEN OF THE ANDIES.Also ILUAlso fine here is a dumb gif what is dumb

I saw that the only winning move was not to play at all. After all, the empress had said the team who takes the last stick loses, right? I gathered the rest of my tribe around me and discussed ways of getting rid of the stick without taking it."Fire?" Emzee Suggested."Ritual Sacrifice?" Kakaru said, batting his eyelashes innocently"Clearly the best way to get rid of this," DeeVee began, drawing all eyes to him instantly (jeeze what a star that guy was) "is to throw it at the other team."Clearly this needed a lengthy debate in which no stick was touched nor taken.Sticks Remaining: WUN (Still just 1 guys, jeeze did nobody teach you the maths?)

Utilizing the psychic link that the incredibly attractive DeeVee and I shared (but only rarely used, and only when it was incredibly plot convenient) I reached in and snatched a single stick out, using it to beat any nearby creatures or humans.Total Sticks: NEIN (9)

Welp that sure was a challenge wasn't it. (No, a challenge is trying to prevent your insane wife and son from killing everyone on the island. Not that I have an insane wife and son trying to kill everyone, that would just be crazy) I saw that the total was now 22 and moving swiftly I snatched up two more sticks and promptly started doing wicked cool martial arts move. As an intimidation factor. And also because I was bored. WHA-CHA. (Total Sticks Remaining: 20)

Do you remember the arguments over the Toa designs/voices? Oh what great times <3

My missing shoe frustration was interrupted by the booming and fear-inducing voice of the empress, and with a quick glance at my fellow (still leaving) teammates I took off for the landing area. My Kakama may not have actually worked, but the way I zoomed off it sure seemed like it.Naturally I grabbed my boy in a loving (and immobilizing) headlock before heading off. Anything else would just be poor parenting.

It didn't take us long to find the corpse. I mean the drinks weren't ready and a bunch of sweaty men (it is HOT on TROPICAL islands, OKAY?) aren't able to party for that long. So there it was, the first one dead. Instantly my mind started writhing with panic and dark thoughts bubbled up in me. "It was the boy" I thought, looking at my all-too-innocent son wiping his hands on his suspiciously red shorts. "He's following in his mother's footsteps" this thought was too terrible for me to consider--I thought that being in a fictional universe several thousand miles from any inhabited land would allow me to escape the trail of bodies that my wife had left--clearly this wasn't the case. As soon as the thoughts erupted other thoughts began to take their place. "My family would never hurt anyone" I thought as I looked at my adorable young lad, shining like a beacon of innocence. "After all, Hahli Husky was once a coldhearted murderer--but that changed when she met me" this comforting thought was quickly followed by a dark "Or did she" (The dun, dun, dun was silent though) After forcing a horrible rictus grin on my face (Because nothing could be wrong, RIGHT? MY FAMILY WAS INNOCENT RIGHT??) I made a startling discovery. Though somewhat out of place I couldn't stop myself from shouting. "Hey! Where's my gosh-danged shoe?!"

Seventeen of you should seriously evaluate your life choices. EDIT: This was intended to be a humorous post. If it offended you, I'm terribly sorry.

DO A THING GUYS. JUST DO A THING.

I attempted to look at the glorious map that my son had designed but found that the image he had sketched into the sand (in full colour, somehow) was glowing too brightly with either sacrificial blood or the light of creation (either was good, really) proudly I placed my hand on his shoulder and said. "Son. You sure did do a thing" And he sure did. Also the rest of the team was somewhere I guess.