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I would bring the dookifex_maximus character to the national stage with my dumb god poopiter optimus maximus it would be pretty loving sweet, i could make up any old garbage and who are you gonna believe, corpso mcbodybag or the guy who just ate a dozen bullets and wants seconds
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gonna suck being buried in concrete for all eternity as soon as someone with any power tries to ace you, this is why i think the mercenary path is a bad idea, but the first invulnerable ageless human will certainly be its god emperor before long
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I'd be very busy around the time that humanity was going extinct trying to save them but the inevitability of death overtakes them and i spend the rest of the life-bearing years of the universe hating silicon-based life
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Sep 12, 2016 05:15
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they just have such concrete opinions. it's easy to pin them down, but they dont budge and nor will they think above their strata
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Sep 12, 2016 05:16
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carbon based life goes like this eee eee eee and silicon based life goes like this ooo ooo ooo
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Sep 12, 2016 05:16
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Celluloid Sam posted:is my son immortal as well yes but only if you don't talk to him or me ever again
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hth posted:id bring back old timey slurs like sand people to describe them once they force me to dance in their weird glass garden zoo the glittering crystal display before me undulates strangely. immediately an implant dictates its meaning. "They tell stories about the carbon based life on your planet, that those who lived upon silicon got the silicon into their orifii and this is what caused them to be aggressive" it said. it emanates an audible tone, which my translator describes as a shiver "we assure you, oh emperor of aeons past, that we shall never attempt to usurp nor cast off imperial authority. we take this oath upon our birth stalactites, honored they are to exist upon your new holy capital of Silico Prime" I grin, and wave my hand dismissively. A translation sim pantomimes my meaning to the leader of my new host Galaxy and he departs. "I wish", I say to no one but translators "that you could gently caress crystals"
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