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Kitiara posted:I always get left out Maybe if you posted more people would remember you 
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I'm gonna shoot rarity during the night.
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Sep 21, 2014 10:01
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Big Nothing posted:I'm gonna shoot rarity during the night. That's mean 
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Poque the Scum's reading is the best for his deft hand at detailing with the grammatical
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Rarity posted:That's mean You are like the meanest person I know! Someone please shoot Rarity in the night.
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Sep 21, 2014 14:12
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Hal Incandenza posted:You are like the meanest person I know! Someone please shoot Rarity in the night. I'm only mean to people called Asiina!
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Sep 21, 2014 15:08
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Byers2142 posted:Poque the Scum's reading is the best for his deft hand at detailing with the grammatical youre a fuckin idiot
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Sep 21, 2014 15:26
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I'm confirmed scum.
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Sep 21, 2014 15:53
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Rarity posted:I'm only mean to people called Asiina! Agreed, someone kill Rarity.
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Sep 21, 2014 16:41
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You guys are dumb and talk too much.
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Sep 21, 2014 16:42
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Asiina posted:Agreed, someone kill Rarity. But I'm not going to be mean to you this time. I mean, sure I've been mean to you all those 24071 other times, but not this time!
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Sep 21, 2014 16:49
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Meinberg posted:You guys are dumb and talk too much. Hi Meinberg
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Sep 21, 2014 16:51
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Rarity posted:But I'm not going to be mean to you this time. I mean, sure I've been mean to you all those 24071 other times, but not this time! Oh, okay. Hey everyone I think we should trust Rarity. She seems nice.
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Sep 21, 2014 16:52
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Hal Incandenza posted:Hi Meinberg Hi Hal, how's it going?
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Sep 21, 2014 17:02
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Meinberg posted:Hi Hal, how's it going? It's going good.
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Sep 21, 2014 17:03
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I think we should stop all talk of death and just read great fanfiction to one another, forever.
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Sep 21, 2014 17:08
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Magnus Gallant posted:It's going good. Glad to hear it!
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Sep 21, 2014 17:32
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Get your actions in, people! I'm almost ready to unveil Chapter One in the Mario Saga fan fiction. It's got everything; an OC that loves Mario from afar, betrayal, deep research into the lore of the setting, and the phrase "vaginal cumjuices." Well, it has everything except editing. But I can't post it until D2 starts!
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Sep 21, 2014 17:39
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Sep 21, 2014 17:42
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I will be very disappointed if I die before getting the chance to bring out Cupcakes.
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Sep 21, 2014 17:45
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You asked for this, you helped create this game. Reap what ye have sown!
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Rarity posted:I will be very disappointed if I die before getting the chance to bring out Cupcakes. My fanfic chapter is not over the top; as it is Chapter One, it must leave room for future authors to grow.
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I still need to post dry bones.
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Sep 21, 2014 17:48
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Asiina posted:I don't want to waste it, in case it will be used for an event. Draw a scene from a fanfic would be a great use for Dry Bones.
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Meinberg posted:Hi Hal, how's it going? Not bad, kinda bummed you aren't in Genius game anymore, but also happy to replace you in Terminator.
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Byers2142 posted:Draw a scene from a fanfic would be a great use for Dry Bones. Hey the fan art contest isn't until later. 
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Byers2142 posted:Draw a scene from a fanfic would be a great use for Dry Bones. Dr. Hurt posted:Hey the fan art contest isn't until later. Oh god, this is gonna get horrific.
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Sep 21, 2014 18:28
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Puntification posted:Oh god, this is gonna get horrific. Get horrific?
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Byers2142 posted:Get horrific? Well more so.
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I can't draw but I will do my best to show the horrors that is Dry Bones. Depending how long we have I may even draw it in real life and scan it!
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Sep 21, 2014 18:43
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the next challenge will be interpretive dance
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i am slowly coming to suspect this game is pension for all my mafia sins
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its filled with thousands of poo poo posts i won't even read, i was forced to read a fan fiction for 30 minutes, and my role makes me unkilliable oh god its hell
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mr.capps posted:its filled with thousands of poo poo posts i won't even read, i was forced to read a fan fiction for 30 minutes, and my role makes me unkilliable sounds like it's your hotel california
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Propaganda Machine posted:sounds like it's your hotel california I HATE THE EAGLES AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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mr.capps posted:I HATE THE EAGLES little bobby tables, we call him.
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mr.capps posted:I HATE THE EAGLES Nick Foles is a champ
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mr.capps posted:I HATE THE EAGLES 'On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night' If I'm stuck on this mudball of a planet, I might as well make the best of it. I am free of Freiza for the time being, a definite plus. There is another Saiyan here, and even though he is an idiot, he is still Saiyan; another plus, and I am the second most powerful being on the planet next to him. He is strangely compassionate, a crippling weakness, but at least I know that he does not have the will to dominate me as Freiza has for decades. For the time being, I am free. I am proud, independent, and the entire population fears me. drat, life is good. And then there is that blue-haired woman. 'There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell' Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say...' She has offered me a roof and sustenance on a regular basis, and at the moment I see no strings attached, except one. She says I am 'cute.' I am nothing of the sort, I am the Prince of all Saiyans, a superior example of the species, handsome, anything but 'cute.' The single string? Sex. Life cannot possibly be this good. For a little sex she will provide me with food and shelter, and satisfy my needs at the same time. What is there to lose? I must admit, she is fiery, and I like her that way. It is, at times, an insufferable annoyance the way she questions and refuses me, and her piercing shrieking is harsh on the ears, but at least she is amusing. It is highly amusing to, with a few well-chosen comments reduce her to sputtering with anger. I will stay with her, for now. 'Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (Any time of year) You can find it here Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget' Lucky me, the woman is rich. Spoiled rotten because of it, but it is nice. I now have luxuries I have not had since I was a child. It has been months, and I am slowly adjusting. We agreed not to be monogamous, but it angers me when she invites men over. She calls them her 'boyfriends.' What a stupid term. She likes to throw parties and invite two or three of them over at a time, and have them turn into orgies, with herself as the main attraction, of course. Her favorite time to do this is after we've had a fight, because she knows it angers me. Human women are so weak. She is the only one I would ever consider having sex with, if only because of her fire and her spirit. It makes her seem almost Saiyan. But only almost. I would still literally break her if my control slipped. I can hear them outside now, the men groaning, her own moans and panting cries. There are days I curse my Saiyan hearing. They are out around the pool, I could look out and see them if I wanted, but I know that would only make me angrier. What do I care about that loving woman? Let her have her little orgies as she tries to forget me. So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine' He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine' And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (what a nice suprise) Bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast I must admit, the sex is great. She has mirrors on the ceiling so she can watch herself. It is a vain thing, but turns her on, and makes it better for me. They were just installed a few weeks ago, still a novelty. How long have I been here? I don't know anymore. We gently caress, we fight, but other than that we have no contact. At least she has stopped throwing her little sex parties. I tell myself I can leave any time I want, but why would I with all the comforts I have here? I stay out of my own choice, knowing that I have the freedom to leave, but will not. At times doubt rears its ugly head, and I wonder if I am trapped here, but that is just stupid. I am the Prince of all Saiyans. Nothing can bind me if I don't want to be bound, not even this woman. But she is so soft, and it is always interesting to see what sounds I can get out of her, knowing she makes them for me and only me. I am Saiyan, and must admit wanting to see that third-class idiot writhing under me as the woman does. I wonder what the hard muscles would feel like under his soft skin, the sounds he would make, how his skin, his lips, his cock would taste. But he has his harpy, and claims he is happy. He is probably to ignorant to even know that his body sends me signals telling me that he is interested. I could leave here at the drop of a hat, with no regrets, I have nothing tying me here. I have purposely made no permanent ties for that very reason, and use my attitude to keep myself distant. They all think I care nothing for this place or any of them, even the woman. Especially the woman. No, I would not leave this place, this planet unless I had no other choice. I am becoming attached, comfortable here, and it is time to leave before that freedom is taken away. Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before 'Relax,' said the night man, 'We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!' I start to mull over leaving; I know that wrinkled, green guardian must have some sort of ship I can use. And if he won't give it to me, then I will take it from him. I smirk at the thought. Ah, to intimidate someone again… The woman is hovering in the doorway. "What do you want?" "What are you doing?" "I am leaving, woman, what does it look like?" Her eyes go wide. "But you can't leave!" I snort. "Of course I can, and I am, woman. Now, again, what do you want?" "Dammit, Vegeta, I thought you cared about me! I thought you at least would stick around for a while…" "I never said that I do not care for you, Woman, just that I am leaving. Why would I need to stay?" I continue to pack. She is trying to talk me into staying here, staying with her. I cannot allow that. I will not lose my freedom, I will not give up control of my life again. "You can't leave, Vegeta. I want you to stay here." "Why, Woman? You still have avoided the question. Just spit it out!" I am scowling at her, my arms crossed over my chest. "Because I'm pregnant, you rear end in a top hat!" Shock. I am struck stupid, watching her raise her hand to her lips, her eyes widening. That is not how she wanted to tell me, and my mind is racing, though my face is calm. Pregnant? The Woman? I take a step closer to her and breathe in deeply, scenting the air. Her smell has changed. I cannot believe I was so absorbed in my own internal battle as not to notice. She has been hiding this from me for a while, I can smell the extra hormones her body is producing. "How long have you known?" "Two months." "Why did you not tell me sooner?" "I wasn't sure I wanted to keep it, wasn't sure what to say to you. I tested it too, by the way. It's a boy." A boy? I have a son, growing in her womb. I am trapped. A cynical little voice in my head laughs at me; I waited too long. I simply stare at her, taking her in, breathing in the smell of her pregnancy, of my son. I can never leave.
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