by Rupudska » Mon Feb 25, 2013 2:02 pm
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Agritum » Mon Feb 25, 2013 2:46 pm
by Olthar » Mon Feb 25, 2013 3:18 pm
by Norvenia » Mon Feb 25, 2013 3:30 pm
by Hetland 2 » Mon Feb 25, 2013 3:34 pm
we will send a air stare on libya if they don't stop their attack
The krang countered the wave with something. And continued to try and take over the decepticon seeker.
Everybody! Can you stop saying that the cargo ship sinking we have done lately was a war crime. We were trying to economically destroy the UK.
Mair glows brightly and transforms in a human, wearing a white cloak, "leave us"
"FIRE IN THE HOE" he bellowed before triggering the explosive.
Julius Ceasar was a normal 14 year old who played Elder Tale in Russia.
We have already established, more powerful beings are not a proper weakness.
by Constaniana » Mon Feb 25, 2013 3:55 pm
Ameriganastan wrote:I work hard to think of those ludicrous Eric adventure stories, but I don't think I'd have come up with rescuing a three armed alchemist from goblin-monkeys in a million years.
Kudos.
by Starkindler » Mon Feb 25, 2013 4:09 pm
by AETEN II » Mon Feb 25, 2013 4:24 pm
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by Rupudska » Mon Feb 25, 2013 4:27 pm
Starkindler wrote:Chronometer state: CE+2379.06.05:06:45:00
Precise, punctual and trusty, the Clank, holding a nice tray of eggs, bacon, blood sausage, baked beans and a cup of tea she just cooked in the kitchen, entered the room of her Mistress. She made a deep curtsy after entering to Kenna's room.
"Moushiwake arimasen deshita, ojou-sama." - She expressed a formal, humble apology to her Mistress who was sleeping in her bed.
"It's quarter to seven Mistress, and you have asked me to wake you up. I'm sorry to do so. Please, accept this breakfast from me, if you could, please." - After finishing her sentence, she stood up, then placed the tray in her lap, serving her tea, then stepping back.
She then stepped back from her bed, kneeling before her, while looking in her Mistress' eyes. In the background, she adored the view of the stars and the planets of the Sol system, glancing on the Virgo constellation, at Beta Virginis.
So far away. Yet I'm so close to home. Where my Mistress is.
"Would you please anything else, if you would, Mistress, please?" - she asked her.
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Neo Arcad » Mon Feb 25, 2013 4:40 pm
Ostroeuropa wrote:Two shirtless men on a pushback with handlebar moustaches and a kettle conquered India, at 17:04 in the afternoon on a Tuesday. They rolled the bike up the hill and demanded that the natives set about acquiring bureaucratic records.
Des-Bal wrote:Modern politics is a series of assholes and liars trying to be more angry than each other until someone lets a racist epithet slip and they all scatter like roaches.
NSLV wrote:Introducing the new political text from acclaimed author/yak, NEO ARCAD, an exploration of nuclear power in the Middle East and Asia, "Nuclear Penis: He Won't Call You Again".
by Starkindler » Mon Feb 25, 2013 4:56 pm
by Olthar » Mon Feb 25, 2013 4:59 pm
by Rupudska » Mon Feb 25, 2013 5:02 pm
Starkindler wrote:She made a wide smile, then blushed a little at her Mistress' compliment. She thought in herself.
I'm a robot. Anything less than perfect from my hands would be utterly unacceptable. Especially anywhere near my Mistress. Imperfection is what brought me down here, and that's why I call her Jou-sama, and not she calls me Ohime-sama. - she made a rant in herself, then started to speak.
"Good morning, jou-sama. I hope you had a pleasant night. I will make french toast with strawberry jam immediately." - she welcomed her Mistress, then turned towards Justine, her other slave, and the communications officer of the ship.
"Morning, Justine. Wanna ride me to the kitchen?" - she asked, still kneeling, then waiting a bit for her response.
Then, regardless of her answer, she made a curtsy, then turned around, heading for the kitchen in a trot. While she greeted everyone with a smile on the corridor towards the kitchen. Riding here, she also stumbled upon another slave, Miyouko.
"Ohayou Miyou-chan!" - she said good morning to her.
"Also headed towards the kitchen? Your Master will be pleased with you..."
Hladgos wrote:Scantly clad women, more like tanks
seem to be blowing up everyones banks
with airstrikes from girls with wings to their knees
which show a bit more than just their panties
by Hetland 2 » Mon Feb 25, 2013 5:06 pm
Starkindler wrote:She made a wide smile, then blushed a little at her Mistress' compliment. She thought in herself.
I'm a robot. Anything less than perfect from my hands would be utterly unacceptable. Especially anywhere near my Mistress. Imperfection is what brought me down here, and that's why I call her Jou-sama, and not she calls me Ohime-sama. - she made a rant in herself, then started to speak.
"Good morning, jou-sama. I hope you had a pleasant night. I will make french toast with strawberry jam immediately." - she welcomed her Mistress, then turned towards Justine, her other slave, and the communications officer of the ship.
"Morning, Justine. Wanna ride me to the kitchen?" - she asked, still kneeling, then waiting a bit for her response.
Then, regardless of her answer, she made a curtsy, then turned around, heading for the kitchen in a trot. While she greeted everyone with a smile on the corridor towards the kitchen. Riding here, she also stumbled upon another slave, Miyouko.
"Ohayou Miyou-chan!" - she said good morning to her.
"Also headed towards the kitchen? Your Master will be pleased with you..."
we will send a air stare on libya if they don't stop their attack
The krang countered the wave with something. And continued to try and take over the decepticon seeker.
Everybody! Can you stop saying that the cargo ship sinking we have done lately was a war crime. We were trying to economically destroy the UK.
Mair glows brightly and transforms in a human, wearing a white cloak, "leave us"
"FIRE IN THE HOE" he bellowed before triggering the explosive.
Julius Ceasar was a normal 14 year old who played Elder Tale in Russia.
We have already established, more powerful beings are not a proper weakness.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Mon Feb 25, 2013 5:16 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Starkindler » Mon Feb 25, 2013 5:38 pm
by Malshan » Mon Feb 25, 2013 5:44 pm
Rupudska wrote:Hetland 2 wrote:
You catch on quick. That's why I like you. :)
I'm kidding of course you aren't a thing. You're a person.
Dude, don't insult the werefurry.
Rupudska wrote:RP Sample: Let me in, or we take another third of Mexico.
Rupudska wrote:You're NS's Wolfman, therefore your argument is negated due to bias.
"Sarcasm works so much better when you can look down your fire-breathing nose at someone." -Callistan Sairias
by Zarkenis Ultima » Mon Feb 25, 2013 6:34 pm
by Neo Arcad » Mon Feb 25, 2013 6:38 pm
Olthar wrote:After being poked, Tiffy slowly opened her eyes and saw Ayane standing there. Yawning and stretching out her limbs, she greeted the vice pilot.
"Good morning, Aya," the cat girl said, yawning again, "Is it morning yet?"
Leaping down from the computer console, Tiffy began licking her hand and rubbing it on her face in place of a splash of water. While doing that, she also did a quick checkup on the console she had just gotten down from to make sure that everything was alright with the ship, finding that it was still safely in orbit around Titan. She then turned back to Ayane.
"Is there something you needed? And is it something that we can do on the way to the cafeteria?"
Ostroeuropa wrote:Two shirtless men on a pushback with handlebar moustaches and a kettle conquered India, at 17:04 in the afternoon on a Tuesday. They rolled the bike up the hill and demanded that the natives set about acquiring bureaucratic records.
Des-Bal wrote:Modern politics is a series of assholes and liars trying to be more angry than each other until someone lets a racist epithet slip and they all scatter like roaches.
NSLV wrote:Introducing the new political text from acclaimed author/yak, NEO ARCAD, an exploration of nuclear power in the Middle East and Asia, "Nuclear Penis: He Won't Call You Again".
by Ende » Mon Feb 25, 2013 6:57 pm
by Olthar » Mon Feb 25, 2013 7:10 pm
by AETEN II » Mon Feb 25, 2013 7:15 pm
"Quod Vult, Valde Valt"
Excuse me, sir. Seeing as how the V.P. is such a V.I.P., shouldn't we keep the P.C. on the Q.T.? 'Cause if it leaks to the V.C. he could end up M.I.A., and then we'd all be put out in K.P.
Nationstatelandsville wrote:"Why'd the chicken cross the street?"
"Because your dad's a whore."
"...He died a week ago."
"Of syphilis, I bet."
by Konariona » Mon Feb 25, 2013 7:29 pm
by Neo Arcad » Mon Feb 25, 2013 7:41 pm
Olthar wrote:"Haven't I already said that you can just call me Tiffy? I appreciate the attempt, but you're still not pronouncing my name correctly...Anyways, I'm hungry!"
The cat girl pat Ayane on the head before bolting out of the bridge on all fours. She didn't react to the telepathic message, perhaps because it didn't reach her, she didn't hear it, or she just didn't distinguish it as a unique identity. Her mind was so scattered and schizophrenic compared to the minds of most other species that the metal ball likely found it difficult and frustrating. In truth, most of the eccentricities of the Nekomimi were because of their...unique brain chemistry, and that probably did them more harm than good.
After a few moments, Tiffy suddenly came to a screeching halt in the hallways and spun around, charging back towards the bridge and returning to Ayane.
"Do you want to come to the cafeteria with me?" the cat girl asked innocently.
Ostroeuropa wrote:Two shirtless men on a pushback with handlebar moustaches and a kettle conquered India, at 17:04 in the afternoon on a Tuesday. They rolled the bike up the hill and demanded that the natives set about acquiring bureaucratic records.
Des-Bal wrote:Modern politics is a series of assholes and liars trying to be more angry than each other until someone lets a racist epithet slip and they all scatter like roaches.
NSLV wrote:Introducing the new political text from acclaimed author/yak, NEO ARCAD, an exploration of nuclear power in the Middle East and Asia, "Nuclear Penis: He Won't Call You Again".
by Malshan » Mon Feb 25, 2013 8:09 pm
Konariona wrote:Dakkit turned the hydrospanner aroud and around, his arm beginning to ache, and he muttered to himself about ratios and rifling and gauss coils until the spanner made a twang noise. Then, he stopped and got up, and sighed, satisfied with his work.
Afterwards, he sat in the seat he himself had designed out of spare, random materials that had simply been just laying about, and moved the guns about- powered down of course. Pyotr would never let him swing around powered up guns... not after the last incident.
Work finished, the little furry Nettil came up to the cafeteria and looked at the ship's doctor- the floating-rock-thing. He never knew what race it was exactly, but at least he knew it's name.
"Morning, Kralkanon," noted Dakkit as he gulped down a bowl of oats with some strange creature still writhing about inside of it, "How's all that sentience going for you today?"
Picking up the hydrospanner, he launched it into the air, flipping it before it landed in his toolbelt perfectly.
He grinned.
Rupudska wrote:Hetland 2 wrote:
You catch on quick. That's why I like you. :)
I'm kidding of course you aren't a thing. You're a person.
Dude, don't insult the werefurry.
Rupudska wrote:RP Sample: Let me in, or we take another third of Mexico.
Rupudska wrote:You're NS's Wolfman, therefore your argument is negated due to bias.
"Sarcasm works so much better when you can look down your fire-breathing nose at someone." -Callistan Sairias
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