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Ieyfura, that would be rock, more precicely rock with the focus put on the lyrics. I don't think there's any dance for that. Also there's two songs about death, one which I think counts as blues and one that's actually a musical, and then there's Ring of Fire which I guess would be a country ballad.

Too lazy, can't make names (or decent stories), can't draw and there's not really any language I feel the urge to learn. And I can't do music either. I don't think there'd be any such things that I can actually do, I could try an awesome woodcrafting project but the temperature will likely not rise above zero degrees before the end of February.

I've tried that already; Planeteering, BC-304 and Scripted Hegemony. Neither of them got sufficient interest.

I don't think I even can have a hobby for more than a day without getting bored, I'm too random. For some reason I want to make a pokéball right now, with servos and lights and what not.

1 A title is set as reward for whoever creates the best tool for chopping trees (not the best design, but actually making the tool (basically the one who makes the sharpest axe)). 2 5 pieces of skin are cut into 1 cm thin slices and given to the tribe's best weaver to be wowen into a net (weaving was practiced already before 5000BC). 3 A group of ten people is chosen, 50-50 male and female, they are told to pack their stuff while tents are arranged for them to bring with them, while the scouts are told to decide where would be the best place for a new camp.

List of traits for fighter android: Humanoid 4 arms No head Small ion engines at feet and lower pair of hands. Phase compression emitters at other pair of hands. Hydraulic controls. Panorama camera at front (where the neck should have been). Remote controlled.

Might I sugguest adding the Tavern as a bookmark?

Yeah... I consider the Tavern here my hobby. One sec and I'll upload a small video of a trick I just taught myself. EDIT: Here. My hand hurts now, that was the tenth attempt, it's so damn hard to keep my hand inside the frame when I can't see it. And no, I'm not sitting in the dark, it's just that my phone has one of the worst cameras when it comes to light sensitivity.

Sounds pretty much like most of my life there, summed up in one statement.

Icu, there wasn't any trouble, at least it wouldn't have been if I had just covered my upper lip with something non-flammable.

Even I think so, but if I din't care about my stache then I would just have kept doing it, except in front of a mirror. It was insanely fun until I smelled burned hair. Archi, it was butane and I made sure to close my throat. I may get hurt a lot due to stupidity and ignorance, but the only major damages to my body were due to various ancestors; broken leg due to my dad, lack of iron due to my mom, hyperlipidemia due to an unknown ancestor on my father's side. Though I don't have a clue how to vapour would be too build up, it was already a gas, my mouth isn't a pressure chamber.

Not exactly a piece of art, but it should be enough for you to understand aproximatly what I want. It is primarely a small 1-2 man fighter, but through the dock it could also be used as the bridge of a simpler style of modular ship.

Asuming this'll be on today I know exactly what to do, just a minute and I'll get some quick sketches up.

Earth, I did it, it felt only slightly warm due to the short duration. Keep in mind that it was the gasseous sort of lighter gas and not the liquid one. Archi put it nicely though, I may be inteligent but I'm mostly [developmentally delayed].

Ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! I wanted to try breathing fire, so I filled my mouth with lighter gas and ignited it... the fireball singed my stache!

1 The foragers are sent out again, this time to get only wood and twigs. 2 As the huntsmen return they are given most of the spears, the rest are reserved for combat and fishermen (as harpoons). 3 A scouting party is sent out to locate any possibly viable campgrounds near the lake. 4 Stones are used to build the resource storage (the one that's currently just a hole in the ground).

I have no memories of any of the events happening in the dream prior to it, nor have I had any similiar dreems. Besides, where would my brain have gotten the audio from? (Her voice was realistic enough for me not to notice any difference from her real voice when running through it in my head.) I know, and apparently emotions too can be felt while dreaming.

Rocco: "Essentially all drugs are used in "an addictive fashion" by some people." "When human subjects were administered daily oral doses of 180-210 mg of THC - the equivalent of 15-20 joints per day - abrupt cessation produced adverse symptoms, including disturbed sleep, restlessness, nausea, decreased appetite, and sweating. The authors interpreted these symptoms as evidence of physical dependence." It is addictive, however little that is. Anyways I'm not on any drugs or stimulants nor have I ever been. It is, as I said, my own brain that is messing with me.

A picture says more than a thousand words:

It is, but less so than tobacco. How about this then, the strongest stimulant I "do" is cocoa.

None taken. I just wonder how the hell I managed to piss off my own subconcious to such a degree that it revolts. Rocco, I even refuse to take painkillers whenever possible, the most addictive thing I "do" is sugar, which for some reason has no effect on me.

Rocco, thing is I don't actually find it depressing, but since I did get depressed in the dream just because I found out that it was a dream, it is pretty evident that subconcious is trying to tell me something. But as the context was too extensive for it to be precognitive, I rather believe that my subconcious was actually trying to make me depressed. The only explanation I can find for that is that it is indeed trying to ruin my mental state in order to weaken my concious mind.

It was the girl I've been in love with lately (which I was forced to give up on (by my mental state)) telling me she loved me. It was so realistic I can even remember every single detail of the place we were. The setting of the dream was the first day of school after winter (today) though nothing was anyhow correct at all. For the record: We don't go to the same school, since she's one year younger than me.

I think my subconcious is actively trying to weaken and supress my concious mind in order to leech of my brain. :ohnoes: Dead serious, tonight I dreamt something that can only be two things, either a precognitively experienced event that may occur in the future or my subconcious attempting to interfere with my mental health. I believe it's the latter because later in that dream I could lie down and somehow slide around at high speeds, even up slopes and I had still not realized it was a dream, I did that first 90 minutes later (dream time) at which point it made me depressed (that the first event had not actually taken place).

I think he meant that we start off as heroes in our own tribes and do dungeoneering to gain a leader status, then once we are leaders we switch to hegemony and optionally dungeoneer important missions.