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I volunteer as tribute! I want to be in the district with all the foxes Why i will win: just look at my av, I'm already ahead of the competition Also stormyish is cool I'd never kill her but in the end she'll think SA costs 10/month again and drop out and that is how i will win |
# ¿ Jan 21, 2015 14:40 |
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# ¿ Apr 29, 2024 06:20 |
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It's really important to actually listen to the call / read the transcript. Most of the time GXC share preices during quarterly reports is more about the tone of the presentation, new concepts and ideas being tried out in the next year or so, and projections moving fortward, than about whether or not last quarter's projectsions are met.
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# ¿ Jan 21, 2015 16:39 |
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other investors: " waaah i'm a big dumb baby and GXC fell short of analyst projections this quarter, i only listen to simple, condensed quantitative measures because i'm an idiot" me, after GXC's price plummets: "i know GXC has some good things in store becaues i listen, i am buying in at a hella discount now"
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# ¿ Jan 21, 2015 16:41 |
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*rolls and winks at crowd* |
# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 01:19 |
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south, come on stormyish get outta there !!! |
# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 01:31 |
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(Ooc i hope this isn't actually hugely time sensitive cause I'm about to cook dinner) |
# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 01:35 |
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...my god.... district 0... They're all... dead |
# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 03:17 |
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when you think about it, 27 is a number, too, like 0 is... makes u think |
# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 03:18 |
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Bwee posted:SOUTH Think, alnilam, think. You're from the fox district. The clever district. THe wily-as-hell district. We're as wily... as wily as carnival folk! That's it! Grab that coconut, there on the beach. That's it, smash it on the rock. Fashion it into a helmet. Those cannons will never expect you to run straight for them. They're expecting someone to run sideways, or away. Run straight for them and don't hesitate. Just a few more yards - drat that was loud!! - and here we are. Duck below. Sneak around the side. Wait for it to fire at another tribute. Perfect, it's aiming at someone who has already made it to the other island. poo poo that was loud. Ignore the ringing in your ears. Pull the payload out - it's about your weight, good - and leave the powder and climb into the chamber as it reloads. You are a fox. You are a winner. You are a human cannonball. Close your eyes.
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# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 04:18 |
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Stormyish posted:you know my venomous balloon boat had room for two oh, well... i like mine too, good luck see you on the island i hope
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# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 04:25 |
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pat i'd like to solve the puzzle
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# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 04:37 |
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# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 04:59 |
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right now the capitol is abuzz with debates about how bwatt's defiant "X" answer asked the question, what's wrong with answering "social justice warrior"?
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# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 05:24 |
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*flying thru the air, waves down at stormyish on her raft and continues trajectory thru the air*
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# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 05:35 |
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<bwee maybe put the current voting ruesl in the op? just a thought they're kind of hidden rn>
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# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 05:50 |
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<fyi ppl the votey stuff starts on page 6> |
# ¿ Jan 22, 2015 15:40 |
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Cumt posted:from my balcony party i glance up at the gruesome spectacle on the big screen *looks at the sky* This is great! Cumt is one of my most admired bears around! I will treasure this long after I am a victor. *puts it in special waterproof pocket of outfit* This island is surely full of danger, but I migth as well relax until my fellow fox friend hopefully gets here safely!
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# ¿ Jan 23, 2015 20:44 |
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Stormyish posted:then this island will do, be it stripped bare of edible things stormyish old friend, i'm so happy to see you made it! i'm also going to stay on this island, partially because i'm pretty pooped from my cannonball flight and also i'm not sure how i'd get anywhere else without stormy's reaft. just in case some challenge comes and pops them balloons, i start building a backup raft out of wood and vine stormyish you are invited to help or if your venomous balloons pop you are welcome on my raft regardless, eithe rway we only have one motor
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# ¿ Jan 26, 2015 16:50 |
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<I might not get to this til tomorrow is that okay> <also stormy do you want to team up> |
# ¿ Jan 26, 2015 22:34 |
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Stormyish posted:
<ooc stormyish and i were going to collaborate with me writing and her drawing, but I was running late and we lost communication and so I'm not sure if that's still the plan - here is my writeup for her drawing, but please give her the option to duck out of our partnership because i was slow, in which case i'll write/draw a different one> e: <she said it's okay so okay cool this is a team entry> The seagulls call, and Stormyish and Alnilam answer. The two foxes have buried themselves most of the way in sand, and in their mental haze, they all but believe they are trapped seagulls. Perhaps this lends an honest urgency to their impersonated seagull calls, because gull after gull begins to land on the beach. Are they there to help their unseen gull-friends? Or are they just attracted the pile of mollusks the hallucinating foxes pulled out of the sea and rubbed on their body “just to feel what calcium looks like”? It doesn't matter, because in seconds, Stormyish and Alnilam are upon them, believing they are the other tributes. After the cloud of feathers and blood settles, there is once again only the gentle sound of ocean waves breaking against the shore, reminding the drug-addled foxes of some tripped out noise music they heard once. “Wilson,” Alnilam says, rubbing some seagull blood on himself. Not sure why he said that, he starts laughing. “Why did I... I don't know why I said Wilson, hahaha. This is the perfect beach. It's like snow.” Coming down from a wave of peak tripping into a lull of major body high, Stormyish considers Alnilam's words, and begins to tear the wings off of the dead gulls, tossing them into a pile. Alnilam picks one up and rubs it on his face, feeling the texture, and laughs. He rolls into a ball and starts rolling around in the pile until they are all collected on the outside of his salt-sticky body, laughing the whole time. Soon, he is encased in a sphere of white seagull wings. Struck by the volleyball-like appearance of the ball, Stormyish picks it up to serve it, before she hears Alnilam laughing inside. “Why is this Alnilam, but it doesn't look like Alnilam? Where is your face?” Hearing no response, she paints the face of a strange orange-man she thought she saw in the sun. “Where are your legs?” Hearing only laughter and incoherent muttering, she places two seagull feet onto the bottom of the ball. She steps back, satisfied. “There's my friend Alnilam.” Alnilam has stopped laughing. Deadly serious, he says “I'm wings. I can fly.” He repeats it several times. Stormyish holds onto the gull talons, and, high as two kites and tripping like a jump rope, they fly. "Bird DNA," smiles Stormyish. Alnilam, tucked inside the wilsonball, only says "[inaudible]." alnilam fucked around with this message at 19:28 on Jan 28, 2015
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# ¿ Jan 28, 2015 19:16 |
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<<ty for sticky please also 5 and goldmuine, for bwee's sake>>
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# ¿ Feb 2, 2015 20:36 |
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<<bwee you are a good thread maker i hope your dissertation is going well... if it's any consolation, for longer length scale analysis, we used a synchrotron-based micro-CT at the Advanced Photon Source (Argonne, IL) with 1 µm resolution and a 1 x 1 mm cylindrical field-of-view>>
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# ¿ Feb 3, 2015 18:55 |
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<Bwee's threads are so good they got him published in nature neuro> |
# ¿ Feb 4, 2015 14:00 |
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Bwee posted:please bump this around 9AM CST tomorrow all i have is a netbook at home so i can't photoshop or mspaint or whatever getting close to the appointed time |
# ¿ Mar 6, 2015 13:45 |
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# ¿ Apr 29, 2024 06:20 |
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Bwee posted:In the SOUTH, the hallucinogens pumped on the island made Stormyish and Alnilam try and run for it... or swim for it... whatever. They decided in their psychotic minds that it was best to try to swim for shore. Unfortunately, the Capitol was having none of that. noooo
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# ¿ Mar 6, 2015 18:45 |