This is Bravo Leader to Alpha Leader. Do you copy? I repeat, Bravo Leader to Alpha Leader, come in! We're being slaughtered out here, we need back-up NOW! City 17 is being destroyed. I repeat, City 17 is falling! Alpha Leader, please, kshhkshh in!
You've been a good pickle, haven't you? Yes, a good pickle. The best. A very very good pickle. You're the best pickle I've ever eaten! I love you, Pickle. -fin-
Spink said to make a Halo post 'cause he's bored so....
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Recently, I've been playing Half-Life 2 through again. I still love it lots. Episode One, however, is IMMENSELY slow. Like, mind-bendingly slow. It's horrible.
Portal, also, is amazing, but slow in places. I love both of 'em.
-fin-
Uno: I got a "That's What She Said" sign today at Target for only a dollar.
Dos: I got a headset today. I like it, it's really comfortable. Although I prefer the earbud like things that have the things that wrap around your ear, 'cause then the sound is like in my head. But still. I can record things now and control Stephen with my voice without having the lean forward all the way to the microphone just to be heard. (Here's lookin' at you, Doc.)
-fin-
I found the second version of my old self-MOC today while collecting my Kanohi together and he wasn't too broken to fix. I fixed him in about a half-hour, modifying what needed it here and there. Also, my Copper Noble Huna is now lying at the bottom of my fish tank, waiting to be rescued from the pits of liquid protodermis by some noble hero, such as this person. ...or Gorast. *>.>s at Gorast* -fin-
First thing's first: I got Gorast today. She's much winfuller than I thought she'd be. She has lots of cool things and her wings, her wings are cleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeear! =D Also, I modified her middle limbs to look somewhat like her bottom limbs, so she's currently sitting next to me, scheming with Takanewva, Krika, and Bitil, on her bottom four limbs. Second thing's in this spot: I has a pocktful of lint in my pocket. My pocket is full of lint. Lint is full of the world. Lint is full of li
In a parallel world, one where we're all vegetables, such as that of VeggieTales, what would said vegetables eat to stay healthy? Would they eat other vegetables? But wouldn't that be cannabalism? Or would they eat meat?
Gah. This is what I think about when I'm tired.
-fin-
Following some rhyme or reason, the rhyme and reason of which I have yet to figure out, I received the new Takanuva today.
I have little to know qualms to mention of Takanuva, except for the fact that his shins are incredibly empty. However, I am currently quickly working to modify or remedy this problem.
Other than that, the new Takanuva is my penultimate favourite set, beat by only a photo-finish for first by the Kardas Dragon.
Directly following a series of events involving not one b
On Friday, 25 June, 2008, aka yesterday, I found, amongst a sea of Phantoka and Phantoran, two Mistika, all alone in a world of the past. Gali. Tahu. There were several canisters of each, and I quickly decided on breaking my tradition of buying and building the red one first when I beheld the awesomeness of Gali over the blasé of Tahu. After purchasing it, I savagely ripped the package open and dumped the pieces out. No plastic bag? Guess that's only in the small sets. I put her together spe
Yes, indeed. There are hair follicles strapped to my head. Several, in fact. Several curly ginger ones. Strapped, trapped, to my head. D=
They are all brush-ed back and purdy. =D
-fin-
Yesterday happened! Happenings happened yesterday! Happening-flavoured happenings happened yesterday! Yeah. So yesterday was a good day, surprisingly. I awoke in the early day-time, when the sun was nigh the east horizon, and shadows were long and prickly black fingers of shadowy shadow-creatures. =O I was awakened during this time of early-ness by a rousing song, at an alarm preset by me to wake me the night previous. I came to the living room, the room in which people can live, and started q
Recently, I've been encountering a series of attacks by the most evil of all monsters. The one called Mr. Writer S. Block. Now, Mr. Block is the worst of all of the enemies of the people of Writerville. It is about yea high and feeds on the Writervillians' inspiration. Dual horns grow out of either temple of this horrid, deathly creature. It are hunched, with sharp teeth and claws made of steel.
As I said at the beginning of this article, I have recently been victim of several attacks perpetr
I just heard the door unlock. Footsteps are behind me. Heavy, stomping. There's a voice now.
"Brynnef, we are here to apprehend you for the murder of Herk and Therk." it growls at me.
I turn slowly. "Herk and Therk? I've never even heard of them."
"Someone has given him an amnesia pill." the Makuta says into a comm attached to his head.
I hear a dull rumble of a voice from the other side. The Makuta moves towards me. I activate the Olmak contained within my Omnish, the Kanohi of Ever
They're f-following me. My phone's tapped, my hut's watched by odd creatures hidden in shadow. I hear bloodcurdling screams in the middle night, different voice every time. Crimson splatters on my windows as the screams rent the air, here one night, gone the next. I'm nearly too paranoid to type this entry today. There went my air filtration. C-ca-can't b-breathe.
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Why are you still here? There's nothing to see here. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here. LEAVE.
So BZPers. I've had enough of Po, Turakii, Nikira, and LK saying that their art is the worst of the quartet. So I decided to have a vote. Vote for your favourite of the bunch: Nikira, Turakii, Po, or Lady Kopaka.
...everywhere I go, there's a bolded, underlined something stalking me. It's at the bottom of each page under what users are reading that page. It's driving me nuts. What could it be?
-Bio5
Please, help me? I'm trapped in Disneyland....
So...is there such a thing as no colour? I don't mean white, here, or black(non-racist: devoid of colour or full of colour); no, I mean absolutely transparent or devoid of any colour whatsoever? I mean, this could drive a Matoran crazy!
