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# ? Mar 11, 2015 01:42 |
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Capntastic posted:Pre-emptive In for next week.
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 01:43 |
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im in, do you have to bold it? ill try to do better
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 01:58 |
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 02:01 |
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 02:09 |
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Ancient Blades posted:im in, do you have to bold it? ill try to do better You don't have to bold it as long as it's clear. Some crits should be going up soon that may help you judge where you went wrong first time. G'luck.
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 02:15 |
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Yeah bitches slap my cracker rear end down switchblade sqitchblaed
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 02:39 |
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IN.
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 02:53 |
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I'm IN.
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 03:35 |
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Pretty sure the picture in the prompt post is Anthony Burch. Famous for: A) writing Borderlands 2 B) being insufferable on Twitter C) pressuring his wife into an open relationship then getting upset when tons of other guys slept with her but no other girls slept with him.
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 03:50 |
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SurreptitiousMuffin posted:Pretty sure the picture in the prompt post is Anthony Burch. talk about a guy who could have used a Grizzled Patriarch
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 03:54 |
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Great prompt. I'm in.
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 04:56 |
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i'll probably do some judgeburps but not gonna lie could be a light week for crittin so speak up if you want me to look at yours first
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 05:01 |
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sebmojo posted:i'll probably do some judgeburps but not gonna lie could be a light week for crittin so speak up if you want me to look at yours first Speaking.
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 06:41 |
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sebmojo posted:i'll probably do some judgeburps but not gonna lie could be a light week for crittin so speak up if you want me to look at yours first Yes please, love some thoughts on a children's book from a fellow father.
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 07:08 |
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sebmojo posted:i'll probably do some judgeburps but not gonna lie could be a light week for crittin so speak up if you want me to look at yours first .
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 07:09 |
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sebmojo posted:i'll probably do some judgeburps but not gonna lie could be a light week for crittin so speak up if you want me to look at yours first *points at post and makes grunting noises*
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 09:06 |
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DICKS
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 09:28 |
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crabrock posted:DICKS https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7a7l7IHXZwk
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 10:25 |
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 10:26 |
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joke's on him because I have the most sheep every Kiwi knows that's how you win the long game
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 10:28 |
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SurreptitiousMuffin posted:joke's on him because I have the most sheep and the """""""short"""""""""* game *its a peins joke
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 10:32 |
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that entire game was basically me laying down sick burns on crabrock while he built roads and towns and poo poo like some kinda nerd
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 10:35 |
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sebmojo posted:would SurreptitiousMuffin posted:joke's on him because I have the most sheep Sitting Here posted:and the """""""short"""""""""* game SurreptitiousMuffin posted:that entire game was basically me laying down sick burns on crabrock while he built roads and towns and poo poo like some kinda nerd ^^^ this thread right now
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 10:39 |
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In because if I don't spend my time writing I start thinking about things and thinking about things is an awful, awful idea. EDIT: Also, I'm going to have to apologize in advance for this story, because I've been reading a lot of political stuff lately and it's taken my mind into a bad place. Screaming Idiot fucked around with this message at 21:38 on Mar 11, 2015 |
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Screaming Idiot posted:In because if I don't spend my time writing I start thinking about things and thinking about things is an awful, awful idea. stop apologising. slap down your piece and walk away in slow motion while it explodes behind you.
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I'm really sorry that my story is going to loving blow everyone's minds so hard your brain's dicks will be jizzing out your nose. That's right, I'm gonna make you sneeze.
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 22:42 |
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Djeser posted:I'm really sorry that my story is going to loving blow
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 22:47 |
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sorry that everybody else is wasting their time entering this week, when my story will be so amazing that it brings happy tears to the judges eyes. in i guess i should read dat prompt.
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 23:35 |
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SadisTech posted:
Stop apologizing geez.
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# ? Mar 11, 2015 23:39 |
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sebmojo posted:stop apologising. slap down your piece and walk away in slow motion while it explodes behind you. My story already has a scene where Joe Biden lactates vile black sludge from his pierced nipples, I think the apology is warranted.
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Screaming Idiot posted:My story already has a scene where Joe Biden lactates vile black sludge from his pierced nipples, I think the apology is warranted. show don't tell
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# ? Mar 12, 2015 03:10 |
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TWISTASAURUS BRAWL The Penthouse Suite 750 words “One more step, darling,” said Rodger. Valerie took her husband’s hand and scurried down into the furnished apartment, where the landlord, Elliott, was waiting, a smile behind his twitching whiskers. “Well, here we are,” said Elliott. “Bit of a jaunt to get here, but I’m so pleased to finally show you the finest we have to offer in PentMouse luxury.” He spread his front paws out to his sides. “What are your first impressions? Don’t hold anything back. Be as candid as you can.” Rodger and Valerie looked around the small circular room. They were surrounded on all sides by frosted glass, separated into six-inch-high panes. Instead of a ceiling, there was only open air, split into quarters by four thick bronze chain-lengths that met in the center and ran straight up to a higher ceiling, made of crown molding. In the room, they could see a couple mats of torn fabric, a few empty spools of thread turned on their sides, and a brown glass bottle that was a millimeter taller than all three of them. Soft piano music echoed through the room’s atmosphere, and bright incandescent lights blazed down from above their heads. “It’s…cozy,” said Rodger, his eyes darting from wall to wall. “Quite,” said Valerie, brushing her left paw against her whiskers. “Oh, lovely,” said Elliott, clapping his front paws together. “But it’s certainly no hole in the wall, am I right? Here, let me get you something to drink,” he said, grabbing a toothpaste-tube cap from under one of the mats of fabric and setting it on the floor. “Oh, no thank you, we’re fine,” said Rodger. “No, I insist,” said Elliott as he wrapped his front paws around the large brown bottle and lugged it across the room. “Consider it a—hrnggh—consider it an early housewarming gift.” Valerie raised her eyebrows as Elliott unscrewed the bottletop and poured the liquid into the cap, using his whole body to keep it at the right angle. Some of the liquid sloshed onto the glass floor, and the room immediately filled with the suffocating smell of vanilla. Elliott set the bottle down and stepped back, breathing heavily. “Phew. No reward without effort, right? Didn’t I say that before, when I was convincing you two to climb down? Go on, take a sip. It’s imported from Madagascar.” He picked up the cap and extended it towards Rodger and Valerie. “Madagascar by way of the hotel kitchens?” said Rodger. Elliott laughed, bent over and slapped his hind leg with his front paw. “Oh, thank whoever’s up there for delivering me tenants with a sense of humor!” he said. “I can tell we’re going to get along just—“ “These lights are really bright,” said Valerie. “Oh, aren’t they?” said Elliott, grinning. “No, no, they’re hurting my eyes,” said Valerie. She rubbed her eyes with her left paw. “I think—“ She staggered to the side, reaching out for something to brace herself with. Rodger rushed over to help her. “Don’t worry,” said Elliott, wringing his paws in front of his chest. “Don’t worry about it. Takes a bit of getting used to, that’s all. By the third month or so, you won’t even notice—“ “I think we’ll be going,” snapped Rodger as he held his wife up, whose eyes were starting to roll back in her head. “Just close your eyes and keep holding onto my tail, dear.” They both made their way back towards the chain holding the room up. “Wait!” Elliott shouted after them as they climbed. “I have plenty left to show you! Storage space! All eight balconies! You can’t beat the—“ Elliott stood still for a second, listening to the bare chain jingle in the still air. “—view,” he finished. Elliott picked up the half-empty toothpaste tube cap and drank from it, then made a face as he spat the liquid back into the cup. He strode over to the other side of the room and lifted one of the mats up, revealing a hole in the floor. He poured the liquid out through the hole, mumbling to himself. Six stories below the ceiling of the atrium, during the middle of Clair de Lune, the hotel pianist felt a spot of wetness on his forehead. He looked up, half-expecting to see rainclouds, but only saw the hotel’s antique chandeliers, swinging lightly from side to side.
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Tyrannotwist Brawl The House on Grove Street 750 words Archived. Tyrannosaurus fucked around with this message at 04:17 on Jan 8, 2016 |
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Maugrim posted:Benny the Cake vs. CancerSnakes BRAWL yeh ok sebmojo posted:i'll probably do some judgeburps but not gonna lie could be a light week for crittin so speak up if you want me to look at yours first
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PSA for Sebmojo Entenzahn and Screaming Idiot : I hosed up with the google docs and forgot to make it so that you can see the comments. You should (hopefully) be able to see them now, so you might want to check it again. Here's the link if you don't want to go looking for it. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ukbIq5yP_9u44Aurs_A3BgkfDzATGMbErerN6DFIQ1M/edit?usp=sharing
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