This guy;
Space marine=really strong nut job with a big gun, almost indestructible suite of armor and they can spit acid.
Or this guy;
Dalek= A indestructible evil tank with a death ray.
I'd put my money on the space marine just because they're ######ing god modders.
This guy;
Dalek= A indestructible evil tank with a death ray, force field that melts bullets, and a plunger.
Or this guy;
Godzilla=really big angry lizard with fire breath, hyper-fast healing, and...he's really big...and stuff....
I'd vote for the Dalek
I just realized I spend at least 3 hours a day imagining myself as an awesome person, full of friends, and causing a lot of positive impact on people.
Then I remember that any unasked niceties become an expected chore and after that I remember people are nasty little monsters.
I'd go with The Art of War, The complete works of Shakespeare, and Patterns in Arithmetic.
Or...
just to see how much I could mess the kid up The Communist Manifesto, Atlas Shrugged, and Mein Kampf
Wolfy McWolferson from the Planet Wolf has wolf claws and is half-wolf. He is a wolf rider and has something of the Wulfen. Every day he wakes up and eats wolf food, then puts on his wolf-gear. He does his wolf exercises and goes wolf scouting around his wolf-den (campsite). He passes a Lone Wolf, and the two share a quick nod before the Wolf-Scout moves on. Suddenly, an eldar steps out of hiding to challenge him! He fires his wolf-bolter at it, and suffers only minor injuries, mostly protected
That Swine Flu has just killed everyone who is not an active member of BZPower.
Now what do you do?
I'm going to become the Militant Dictator of a Sams club then when I get bored I'll go out in a stolen car and try to find some more BZPers.
If I find anyone we will start a small camp and use it as a base for daily searches until we have about 500 people. after that we will start to build a small village out of old junk and call it BZPower II. when the construction of our new
Well not the Jonas brothers but all "clean and wholesome" rock stars.
If I wanted clean and wholesome I would go to a retirement home. I want my rock stars sky high getting gunned down by lunatics in the ally behind the night club where they just played. I want guys with talent who play what they believe or feel not whats necessarily good for the children. If I ever have kids their never going to hear what ever the newest narcissistic teenage super star Disny has cooked up, they're liste
Imagine a world without colour. Look around your room, everything blacks, whites and everything inbetween. Now imagine clock, any clock with moving hands. Watch the second hand move quickly around, now concentrate hard, and watch it slow down. Count the seconds inbetween the second hand. With the slowed time, imagine an animal, the first animal that comes into your head. Now watch it move around your room. It's staring at you with colorless eyes, stare into its eyes.
What was your animal?
