Elfen High 2 (OOC 9, Closed, Hodor)

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"An adult human blinks around ten to fifteen times a day under ordinary conditions."

Oberon, go home, you're drunk.

[Esternial]

You all might've seen this already, but fuck it:

http://www.moddb.com/mods/crusader-king ... es-ck2agot

[Agritum]

Google's current doodle is a Mexican luchador fighting Cameroonball

[Agritum]

You all might've seen this already, but fuck it:

http://www.moddb.com/mods/crusader-king ... es-ck2agot

Great mod, the best one for the game. It's almost professional in quality.

Night, get it.

[Nationstatelandsville]

'Twas the last day of school, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a... fuck it, you rhyme.

Until 5 AM, at which point my alarm went off. I had aims to catch the sunrise, but dark clouds loomed overhead, so I dared not try - little did I suspect the clouds were simply waiting.

The first thing I did was cut myself shaving, because that's a real inspirational way to start a story. I immediately set about cooking breakfast and scaring my father by being awake. Before long, I caught the bus, wherein I had to explain that bananas are neither chemically active nor racist.

At school, I started the day like any real hero; watching the first ten minutes of A Bug's Life and walking out of Chem. (I'm walking out for love, walking out on a cool breeze...) I then spent the day playing ultimate frisbee (more or less American football with a frisbee instead) while some of the stoners played a guitar. This guitar failed to match the awesomeness of the 70-some English 12 teacher rocking right the fuck out to country rock today, but sadly, nothing is as cool as a bitter old man playing air guitar. I suck at frisbee, ultimate or not, and took quite a spill, splattering myself with mud. After the game, we went to my English teacher's and played several games of Mafia, which I'm kick-ass at and gained a reputation as a sage adviser. As we left, I gave my teacher a brand new copy of The Hobbit to "replace" the school copy I quite accidentally destroyed last year, because real badasses do cool things like that.

I then made a proposal to a gathering of friends and accomplices; we should walk home, not take the buses. They've done this before out of necessity - it's awful. The high school is an hour away from any of our houses. It should be mentioned now that it was 78 F and humid as all hell; a storm was coming. Being sixteen-year-olds though, six of us immediately formed a ring and put our hands in the middle, like the goddamn Power Rangers.

It's now that you should meet our cast, who - using my new-found knowledge of Lord of the Rings, were dubbed "the Fellowship" and chose their names;

- Frodo. He's kind of an asshole and not really much in the way of personality, but he's amiable enough. Somehow worked it into his head that this was his idea, but whatever. Nice guy.

- Sam. Me, bitches.

- Gandalf, also known in some of my other stories as "Friend-in-Tennant-Shirt". (Unfortunately, not in the shirt today.) The straight man, more or less, but can cry on command and has been known to do so. More or less equivalent to Astro.

- Gimli. Gimli is an... odd young man. He's a master bullshitter, but occasionally forgets which of his many stories are true and which are not. Generally, loud, obnoxious, and full of spite, he's also kind of a genius. We keep him around because he tends to attract awesome stories, and is even better at telling them.

- Aragorn, who is the single most confident man in this solar system. He's been previously referenced as the guy who hates Game of Thrones because they changed things, but I was able to win him over when he figured out that Peter Dinklage is Peter Dinklage, and not, presumably, the other dwarf he was thinking of last time I referenced him.

- Pippin. I once described him as "a human Eeyore", a description which was generally accepted; though Gandalf added the stipulation that he was Eeyore, if Eeyore was a douchebag.

And so we set out. Gandalf, on my suggestion, played us out. Kicking the door down to this song is, perhaps, the best moment of my life.

And so we quested! Here's an observation; my fat ass can haul itself downhill, but uphill? Uphill is, perhaps, the worst moment of my life. And so I had an asthma attack.

"Guys," I pleaded, "slow down."

I can hear them say...

"Wait, fuck it."

Carry on my wayward son!

And fuck it, I did. After a moment's forcing, the attack ended, because if Theodore Roosevelt can do it, so can I. Aragorn then entrusted me to carry his yearbook for him, as he lacked a backpack. And so we walked!

And walked.

And walked.

And came to a crossroads; home, or the trail. And, taking the message of "fuck it" to heart, we continued to the trail.

Pippin, Gimli, and Gandalf ditched us at their homes, which are on the trail. And so we ventured on, Frodo, Aragorn, and I. Aragorn engaged me in a long conversation about Game of Thrones. We agreed on the following; Tyrion's the goddamn best, Littlefinger is an evil badass, so's Tywin, and Renly can go to hell. His favorite is Stannis or Jaime, mine is obvious to anyone who's ever seen Peter Dinklage.

We reached the end of the trail, where we parted. I turned back and walked for a quite good ten minutes, before Aragorn came running breathlessly up to me to grab his yearbook. I pat him on the book.

"You're gonna' need this," I said as I handed it to him, "winter is coming."

He panted, "Look on your sins, Jon."

"The night is dark and full of terrors," I agreed. He bolted off.

I turned around - the clouds blotted out the sun, but I didn't notice. And then I started the long walk alone as any man should.

It began to rain; not just rain, but pour. Yesterday, a storm brought floods and nearly a tornado - today was meant to be worse. I was very quickly soaked and considered ducking under a tree.

"Fuck it".

And then the clouds parted, because storms won't going to fuck with me today. It is this way that I made the last half hour leg of the journey home, passing on my way a mailman.

Now, think of this from the mailman's point-of-view. He's just doing his job, la-dee-da, when out of the bushes bursts a sopping teenager with a bloody chin, his pocket blasting classical music but his words those of "Carry On My Wayward Son".

He didn't react - this was nothing to him. What the fuck has this guy seen?

It was now that I arrived home, drank two glasses of water, pissed the bst piss of my life, took a cold shower, and came here to tell the tale. I didn't speak for some time after Aragorn left; my first words were "Me imperturbe, at peace in nature".

Carry on my wayward son!
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more.

I think I might pass out.

[Constaniana]

'Twas the last day of school, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a... fuck it, you rhyme.

Until 5 AM, at which point my alarm went off. I had aims to catch the sunrise, but dark clouds loomed overhead, so I dared not try - little did I suspect the clouds were simply waiting.

The first thing I did was cut myself shaving, because that's a real inspirational way to start a story. I immediately set about cooking breakfast and scaring my father by being awake. Before long, I caught the bus, wherein I had to explain that bananas are neither chemically active nor racist.

At school, I started the day like any real hero; watching the first ten minutes of A Bug's Life and walking out of Chem. (I'm walking out for love, walking out on a cool breeze...) I then spent the day playing ultimate frisbee (more or less American football with a frisbee instead) while some of the stoners played a guitar. This guitar failed to match the awesomeness of the 70-some English 12 teacher rocking right the fuck out to country rock today, but sadly, nothing is as cool as a bitter old man playing air guitar. I suck at frisbee, ultimate or not, and took quite a spill, splattering myself with mud. After the game, we went to my English teacher's and played several games of Mafia, which I'm kick-ass at and gained a reputation as a sage adviser. As we left, I gave my teacher a brand new copy of The Hobbit to "replace" the school copy I quite accidentally destroyed last year, because real badasses do cool things like that.

I then made a proposal to a gathering of friends and accomplices; we should walk home, not take the buses. They've done this before out of necessity - it's awful. The high school is an hour away from any of our houses. It should be mentioned now that it was 78 F and humid as all hell; a storm was coming. Being sixteen-year-olds though, six of us immediately formed a ring and put our hands in the middle, like the goddamn Power Rangers.

It's now that you should meet our cast, who - using my new-found knowledge of Lord of the Rings, were dubbed "the Fellowship" and chose their names;

- Frodo. He's kind of an asshole and not really much in the way of personality, but he's amiable enough. Somehow worked it into his head that this was his idea, but whatever. Nice guy.

- Sam. Me, bitches.

- Gandalf, also known in some of my other stories as "Friend-in-Tennant-Shirt". (Unfortunately, not in the shirt today.) The straight man, more or less, but can cry on command and has been known to do so. More or less equivalent to Astro.

- Gimli. Gimli is an... odd young man. He's a master bullshitter, but occasionally forgets which of his many stories are true and which are not. Generally, loud, obnoxious, and full of spite, he's also kind of a genius. We keep him around because he tends to attract awesome stories, and is even better at telling them.

- Aragorn, who is the single most confident man in this solar system. He's been previously referenced as the guy who hates Game of Thrones because they changed things, but I was able to win him over when he figured out that Peter Dinklage is Peter Dinklage, and not, presumably, the other dwarf he was thinking of last time I referenced him.

- Pippin. I once described him as "a human Eeyore", a description which was generally accepted; though Gandalf added the stipulation that he was Eeyore, if Eeyore was a douchebag.

And so we set out. Gandalf, on my suggestion, played us out. Kicking the door down to this song is, perhaps, the best moment of my life.

And so we quested! Here's an observation; my fat ass can haul itself downhill, but uphill? Uphill is, perhaps, the worst moment of my life. And so I had an asthma attack.

"Guys," I pleaded, "slow down."

I can hear them say...

"Wait, fuck it."

Carry on my wayward son!

And fuck it, I did. After a moment's forcing, the attack ended, because if Theodore Roosevelt can do it, so can I. Aragorn then entrusted me to carry his yearbook for him, as he lacked a backpack. And so we walked!

And walked.

And walked.

And came to a crossroads; home, or the trail. And, taking the message of "fuck it" to heart, we continued to the trail.

Pippin, Gimli, and Gandalf ditched us at their homes, which are on the trail. And so we ventured on, Frodo, Aragorn, and I. Aragorn engaged me in a long conversation about Game of Thrones. We agreed on the following; Tyrion's the goddamn best, Littlefinger is an evil badass, so's Tywin, and Renly can go to hell. His favorite is Stannis or Jaime, mine is obvious to anyone who's ever seen Peter Dinklage.

We reached the end of the trail, where we parted. I turned back and walked for a quite good ten minutes, before Aragorn came running breathlessly up to me to grab his yearbook. I pat him on the book.

"You're gonna' need this," I said as I handed it to him, "winter is coming."

He panted, "Look on your sins, Jon."

"The night is dark and full of terrors," I agreed. He bolted off.

I turned around - the clouds blotted out the sun, but I didn't notice. And then I started the long walk alone as any man should.

It began to rain; not just rain, but pour. Yesterday, a storm brought floods and nearly a tornado - today was meant to be worse. I was very quickly soaked and considered ducking under a tree.

"Fuck it".

And then the clouds parted, because storms won't going to fuck with me today. It is this way that I made the last half hour leg of the journey home, passing on my way a mailman.

Now, think of this from the mailman's point-of-view. He's just doing his job, la-dee-da, when out of the bushes bursts a sopping teenager with a bloody chin, his pocket blasting classical music but his words those of "Carry On My Wayward Son".

He didn't react - this was nothing to him. What the fuck has this guy seen?

It was now that I arrived home, drank two glasses of water, pissed the bst piss of my life, took a cold shower, and came here to tell the tale. I didn't speak for some time after Aragorn left; my first words were "Me imperturbe, at peace in nature".

Carry on my wayward son!
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more.

I think I might pass out.

Sheesh. All I did last week on my last day of school was eat bacon, wear a suit, sleep, play Pokemon, and wander back and forth between the biology zoo, my ginger friend's psych class and elementary functions, stealing doughnuts and brownies along the way.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Sheesh. All I did last week on my last day of school was eat bacon, wear a suit, sleep, play Pokemon, and wander back and forth between the biology zoo, my ginger friend's psych class and elementary functions, stealing doughnuts and brownies along the way.

I take most events a personal challenge to do as much cool shit as possible.

Which is why I own an elf hat that lights up.

[Agritum]

Netherlands Vs Spain is in one hour.

You may be interested, Nat.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Netherlands Vs Spain is in one hour.

You may be interested, Nat.

I'll watch.

Hmm. Appropriate soundtrack?

[Agritum]

Netherlands Vs Spain is in one hour.

You may be interested, Nat.

I'll watch.

Hmm. Appropriate soundtrack?

EU IV Main Theme.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I'll watch.

Hmm. Appropriate soundtrack?

EU IV Main Theme.

This will do.

I plan to watch at least a bit of Hamlet before hand, so I might miss the beginning. Via el Mexico, though.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

"An adult human blinks around ten to fifteen times a day under ordinary conditions."

Oberon, go home, you're drunk.

A minute.

I meant a minute.

Dammit.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Netherlands Vs Spain is in one hour.

You may be interested, Nat.

I'll watch.

Hmm. Appropriate soundtrack?

Rains of Castamere.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

"An adult human blinks around ten to fifteen times a day under ordinary conditions."

Oberon, go home, you're drunk.

A minute.

I meant a minute.

Dammit.

.

[Nationstatelandsville]

"An adult human blinks around ten to fifteen times a day under ordinary conditions."

Oberon, go home, you're drunk.

A minute.

I meant a minute.

Dammit.

Wait, I don't get it - how often do you guys blink?

[Constaniana]

A minute.

I meant a minute.

Dammit.

Wait, I don't get it - how often do you guys blink?

I don't. The funny man in my DVDs told me I'd die if I did.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

A minute.

I meant a minute.

Dammit.

Wait, I don't get it - how often do you guys blink?

Indians don't need to.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'll watch.

Hmm. Appropriate soundtrack?

Rains of Castamere.

I would like to be clear I'm entirely serious.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Rains of Castamere.

I would like to be clear I'm entirely serious.

I realize.

But I'm watching David Tennant hang out with ghost-Patrick Stewart.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Holy shit, Tennant'snatural accent.

I forgot how awesome it is.

[Nude East Ireland]

I don't blink because I play video games.

Besides, you miss many things by blinking. I hate missing things.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Shakespeare can only be improved by machine guns and condoms.

He'd love that shit.

[Zarkenis Ultima]

Shakespeare can only be improved by machine guns and condoms.

He'd love that shit.

"To be or not to be... Annihilated!"

[Nationstatelandsville]

Shakespeare can only be improved by machine guns and condoms.

He'd love that shit.

"To be or not to be... Annihilated!"

But in a Scottish accent.

[Agritum]

Spain in white and Netherlands in blue.

What.