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It's weird because normally f11 games don't give secret 3p roles to players who didn't sign up, players like myself.
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Poque, are you scum. You can tell me, I won't be mad.
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Jan 28, 2015 20:20
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i am one of your shirts. your favorite shirt.
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Jan 28, 2015 20:26
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exakt is your second-favorite shirt, the blue one with a picture of kawaii kittens on it. i personally guarantee he is this shirt
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Jan 28, 2015 20:28
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"hey" "hey" "whats that noise" "hey" "whats that noise" that's what lynnette heard each night, all night, from a red sox baseball cap, in the corner of the top shelf across from her. "whats that noise" "hey" she heard the noise, too. a tiny crunching, a whispering like worms through mud. she knew what it was. she tried to block it out and look away. she tried to forget the baseball cap on the shelf above her, and his question. but she could not escape it "hey" "hey" "whats that noise" she looked because she she had to. fluttering dusty wings covered the hat like sores. moving back and forth back and forth, making that terrible sound that would sing in the back of her awareness till her end: the chewing of the moths
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Jan 28, 2015 20:50
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I'm trying to think of what my favourite shirt is. I haven't seen any of my clothes in so long since they've all been packed away since August. I think it might be this blue sleeveless top I have that is two shades of blue that are sorta striped so it gives a shimmering effect, and the front is scoopy so it bunches nicely. I usually wear it with a little black jacket I have that ties in the front. I have a lot of shirts that are just one solid colour, usually blue, green, or purple. Sometimes there might be some sort of geometric pattern to them, but I don't have anything with pictures on it.
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Jan 28, 2015 20:57
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uranus posted:"hey" Fun Fact: Moths have no mouths and don't hurt your clothes. It's their previous cycle, the caterpillars that eat the cloth. They are very tiny and almost impossible to see.
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Jan 28, 2015 20:59
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THESE ARE FICTIONAL MOTHS ASSINA
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Jan 28, 2015 20:59
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silence of the lambs was an extended metaphor about moths
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Jan 28, 2015 21:04
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light spilled into the closet. lynnette woke from a shallow sleep to the sound of her former wearer, her former caretaker. "Gah what the gently caress why is there so many moths in here?" assina swung, swatted, batted, clawed at the moths sending them up in a cloud of dusty wings. she coughed and gagged "how is this happening, ahhhggg, there are hundreds" lynette tried to help, but lynette was a shirt. "ahhhgg! what the christ, how do they have teeth! help!"
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Jan 28, 2015 21:18
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uranus posted:lynette tried to help, but lynette was a shirt. i will never vote for derp.
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Jan 28, 2015 21:19
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gently caress that bitch Lynette. There's a reason I stopped wearing you!
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Jan 28, 2015 21:28
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Poque posted:i will never vote for derp. meither, that was some classic prose right there. I will, however, vote you even harder ##vote poque
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Jan 28, 2015 21:40
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the slick black sedan kicked up tired dust from the thin roads of bumfuck nowheresville. two agents sat in the front seats, squinting at the houses they passed. they worked for a special division of the fbi--the u-files. the u stood for 'unknown. their names were sara mills and sarah miles. this had caused confusion over their career being partners. several solutions had been tried, the first of which was going by 'sara' and 'mills'. this lead to people calling them s and m, which they didn't like. there had been some discussion of one of them using a middle name, but neither liked their middle names. for now, they were going by the color of their eyes. sara mills was 'blue'. sarah miles was 'green'. "I think this is it," said blue. "yeah, 123 nowhere street, this is it." they parked the slick black sedan and steped out into the settling dust, their sharp black blazers billowing in sync, their shiny shades glinting in the sizzling sun. a young woman sat on the porch, her head in her hands, sobbing. thin trickles of blood lined her arms and hands. "are you assina?" said green. "we're here to help, its okay." "where are they?" said blue. "show us." "I can't, i just, i can't. there's too many. so many. biting. fluttering. that sound, that horrible sound." blue and green exchanged a glance, then moved past assina's shaking, sobbing form, and into the house.
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Jan 28, 2015 22:20
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blue and green tread carefully through assinas living room, avoiding stacks and stacks of anime dvds and crumbling mountains of anime vhs tapes and sagging bookshelves barely able to bear the strain of the rows upon rows of anime books called 'manga'. 'try not to disturb anything,' said blue 'this could all be evidence' 'i feel for this poor lonely soul,' said green 'these events always seem to target the isolated, socially disabled outcasts of the world--those least likely to seek help' blue took out her tricorder and swiped over to the paranormal detection screen. 'nothing' she said. "no signs of demonic activities, or spirits' 'try the quantum setting' said green. 'ah, yes.' blue swiped over to the quantum fluctuations detection screen, and scanned for dimensional rifts and time portals. 'ive got something. up ahead, looks like the master bedroom.'
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Jan 28, 2015 22:41
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Nothing ever happens at 123 nowhere street
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Jan 28, 2015 23:06
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I am sorry for ever doubting ##unvote
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Jan 28, 2015 23:17
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they stood before the closet door in assinas bedroom. the sound from behind it was a pattering like a hundred infants drumming their fingers on the walls. "get the field disruptor ready," said blue, her hand on the knob. green rummaged through her pockets, taking out a crucifix and some holy water and tossing them aside before finding the tool she sought. a long, silvery cylinder perhaps the size of a magic marker. she thumbed a small switch on one end and the device began to vibrate in her hands, numbing the tips of her fingers pleasantly. a translucent, pink sphere grew at the tip of it, expanding until it surrounded the two. "go!' said green. blue flung open the doors and the moths swarmed out like bats from a cave. as the fluttering things encountered the pink field they fell in a flash of light, smouldering to the ground. blue and green stepped into the closet as the moths fell around them like grotesque hail. blue adjusted her glasses to allow her to see in the quantum spectrum. at the back of the closet, amidst old crumpled forgotten jackets shirts and hats, there was a glow of quantum energy in the corner of the wall. a hole. a writhing, fluttering, dusty hole from which moths emerged like maggots from a corpse.
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Jan 28, 2015 23:43
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'it is a gateway' said blue 'to the moth dimension' 'i feared as much' said green. 'i sense the anger in here, the bitterness and spite that can only be emenating from a spirit of hatefullness as strong as the moth lords. we can not allow this crack in the worlds to grow.' 'agreed,' said blue. the moths had sensed their feild and retreated from the hole, leaving it open for blue to lean forward and look through. it was an endless landscape of shredded cotton clothing beneath a scorched and boiling sky. 'the moth lord can not inhabit a world without destroying it' said blue. but green had a far off look in her eyes. 'i sense... another presence,' she said. 'somethign else awakened by this rift, but it is not of the moth lords realm.' she closed her eyes and let the whispering forces guide her hands until they landed on the frilled, lacey fabric of an old, forgotten shirt in the back of the closet.
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Jan 28, 2015 23:55
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uranus you are a gem, I'm sorry if I've ever shittalked you
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Jan 29, 2015 01:25
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the touch of fingers on her frilly shoulder woke lynnette from a blank mindstate of pure terror that had withdrawn her into herself, into silence and emptyness and cold numbness so near to death that the day she finally did die, she would find it familiar, and welcoming. Those warm fingers brought her back to a world filled with a calming pink light, and no moths. the faces looking down on her were like angels, one of black hair and green eyes, one of blonde and blue. 'you' said the one with green eyes. the one who held her. 'you are something else.' lynette tried to speak, but her consciousness was vibrating, swelling, under the influence of the green eyed woman. 'hey' said the redsox hat in the corner 'whats that sound?'
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Jan 29, 2015 01:57
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##vote Asiina You are clearly not Asiina, that would be too predictable! Therefore, you must be a moth. Checkmate. 
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Jan 29, 2015 02:55
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Asiina posted:I would never be a moth. If I was a moth I would tell you my mothbro and vote him out immediately.
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Jan 29, 2015 02:56
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That's exactly what a moth would say.
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Jan 29, 2015 03:12
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so what band is everyone listenign to right now
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Jan 29, 2015 05:31
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uranus posted:so what band is everyone listenign to right now http://youtu.be/Jmoa13TG2TY
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Jan 29, 2015 05:42
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Where is the rest of the story?
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Jan 29, 2015 05:54
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Since I apparently didn't do it earlier, ##vote Poque Your posting just isn't sitting right with me, bub.
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Jan 29, 2015 05:59
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Poque is almost definitely scum, but I don't care. Kill PMom.
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Jan 29, 2015 06:14
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Asiina posted:Poque is almost definitely scum, but I don't care. If you help kill scumlord Poque today I will help with PMom tomorrow. My word is my bond.
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Jan 29, 2015 06:28
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Kill PMom today and I will vote Poque tomorrow.
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Jan 29, 2015 06:32
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pock is my friend dont kill him
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Jan 29, 2015 07:02
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Asiina posted:Kill PMom today and I will vote Poque tomorrow. Tell us what he did so we can know if it is vote worthy.
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Jan 29, 2015 07:20
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I don't even remember, it was something in skype.
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Jan 29, 2015 07:21
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Oh, I remember, it was loving dotar. MMM said "Don't Starve is taking a lot of my time" and PMom said "if you remove the n't s ve from that" which he was trying to say dota, but said dotar and oh my god it was stupid as hell.
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Jan 29, 2015 07:24
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Seriously ##vote dotar
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Jan 29, 2015 07:26
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Wow that's egregious.
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Jan 29, 2015 07:38
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(Not really)
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Jan 29, 2015 07:38
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don't vote poque or do, i don't really care
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Jan 29, 2015 16:52
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i love dotar 
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