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Timothy's armor had finally finished rebuilding itself, and he reached back for a napalm pot, then sighed as he realized he was out. Next he drew a large flail from god-knows-where and began whirling it. "I'm out of napalm bombs. Now this isn't fun anymore." He murmured "time to end it all." Timothy then tripped, and landed on his face.

Truth: Nearly all adolescent boys look at porn, whether they admit it or not. Although daily may be a bit much.... Have you no imagination? And being in love with the same girl is only bad if she doesn't like you. EDIT: And to mlclm. I'd like to recommend you find something in which you can really invest. For example, whenever my life starts seeming sucky, I can distract myself with the martial arts, forums, etc. Find a release that doesn't involve bodily harm.

I'll keep it general. Social intereaction Physical activities Mental exercises

Timothy compeltes his incantation, and the chunks of his robe begin flying to him and reassembling. He is also wondering how these guys didn't notice that explosion. Next time he will include more exclamation points.

Timothy looks around from inside his time bubble. Then curses as he sees the number of projectiles around him. He did have one trick left, however. Timothy's robe had a false back, underneath which was a compact, and quite large napalm bomb. Of course, a second sheet of armour was between his back and it. Timothy undid the time stop, and threw himself onto his back. The resulting explosion was felt even by the ARENA. (I'm sorry if that was godmoding.) Although the plates on Timothy's armor were enarly indestructable, the robe they were attached to was not. And therefore small, purple plates of nearly indestructable shrapnel were scattered in all directions by the blast. Timothy hit the ground, hard, and decided to stay down for a little bit. But also began chanting an incantation

Timothy froze himself in time, and promised to complete any battles when he became unfrozen. (I have to go for a little bit....) EDIT: The projectiles flying at me will still be there, of course.

"Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing" Timothy grinned Casually, he threw both pots onto the ground behind him, and drew his robe tightly around his body. The trip up hurt, and so did the trip down, but there weren't too many bruises. Timothy's armor had obviously been designed to take some abuse.

As the pot struck the ground, massive explosion went off, throwing fiery chunks of liquid over a surprisingly large area. Timothy smirked, and then pulled out two more pots. "This should be... interesting...."

Tim, now bored without literature, cast about the arena for an opponent. Noticing Rocco's plight, he threw a small pot of Greek Fire at Mather. He then ducked behind a rock, as these were extremely potent pots of naptha.

So whats the point of choosing a specific civilizations, other than loyalties?

We get the civilization's technology though, right? I demand my greek fire throwers!

The figure, whose name is Timothy, curses as a strong gust of wind sends his book carreening into Hex. Then curses again, with more volume, as his spare book is also blown away.

Suddenly, yet another player leapt into the arena. He wore blue robes, which were plated in an Eastern style with some form of purplish metal plates. He held a scimitar and a swordbreaker, along with a few pots of greek fire in a container on his back. Weapons may or may not be concealed on his person. He strolls casually into the arena, and sits down, leaning against a small obstacle. Pulling out a cheap novel, he sits down and begins to read.

I hate to post off-topic like this, but I have to call dibs on the Byzantine empire. Especially Constantinople. With a good leader they will be unstoppable.

That is so ironic.

Yay!

Okay, you guys have officially lost me with the sports metaphors. Golden tip: don't do this around girls. To be honest I lost myself a little bit with that one, as well. But I enjoyed it, so thats all that matters, right? Oh, and its amazing how a single post hijacked this thread so effectively. Especially since the hijacker was not aware of how much the plane would fly off course. (Especially especially since it was an unintentional hijacking.) *9-11 joke here* Yeah, that was in bad taste....

Before: After: I love the sandbox.

Really? It is? I play Arcanists whenever I am getting frustrated with Runescape (the most recent case of this happening would be now). I've got a rating of around 1500, which i consider to be average, whether it is or not. I also have a level 5 prestige hat. And yet... my favorite form of playing is blasting away with full cogs in unrated games. Its only a grind if you make it one. My one goal in Arcanists is to win whatever match I am currently in. Screw achievements.

It's a really fun game, and I've even almost beaten the final queen level! Oh, and I love the idea of zombies needing to be smart to win against humans.

:roll: Of course I do, silly. I just don't know the abbreviation. By *searches* I emant that I was searching Youtube for his video of me.

*Searches*

[hide=slightly offensive]Connecting to server... Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on. You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! Stranger: What is your favorite word? You: Transnecropyrobestiality You: Its also my facorite activity Stranger: Ew. Stranger: Dead people and animals? Stranger: Or dead cross gender animals? You: Let me explain.... You: In song! You: I must address You: this fearless You: hobby of mine You: grab a dress You: it is, I confess You: for men more than You: women! Stranger: You are so fabulous. You: Then you must Stranger: Does this go on? You: Ju-u-ust You: (yes, it does) You: Go to your local pet cemetary You: and find a nice gerbil or canary You: dig it up, and pull out a lighter You: and set fire to the little blighter You: Next it is R-rated You: But lets just say we mated You: my thirst was sated You: and conjugated You: were our bodies! You: The scorch marks do burn You: yet I always return You: for this hobby of mine You: IS absolutely sublime! You: (ok, I'm done) You: (Not bad for total improvisation, eh?) Stranger: That was awesome! Stranger: Seriously, that isn't from something? You: Nope. You: Although I styled it after Tom Lehrer's songs You: The rhyming and sick subject, that is Stranger: Still, awesome. You: I'm writing that down so I can improve it. heh. Stranger: What do you do? I mean, other than dead animals. Stranger: Career wise? You: School, to be honest You: Although I am a renowned couch potatoe Stranger: Ditto that. Stranger: Post this shizz on YT. Stranger: No joke. Your conversational partner has disconnected.[/hide] And what is YT?

I will do absolutely nothing. Sorry, but someone had to jump on that. OT: I'd say the buyer is doomed. If you drop money into a fireplace in the process of buying, is it the fault of the owner of the fireplace? Not unless he shoved you.

Aww! What a snugglebug! I love it when cats look all cuddly like that <3: Looks strangly Chinese to me. Hex, all cats look Chinese. Because Chinese people cross-bred* with them. How else would their eyes be shaped like that? *I originally typed this in a cross-breeded, because I am smart.