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Refreshing it won't show the pic for me. What the? Made my post a millisecond after your's. Midnight now. Farewell, November.

Refreshing it won't show the pic for me. What the?

I had a four hour nap. There is no way I will be sleeping tonight. I hate how my boredom can physically screw me over.

Yes, I turned excel into a cheap dirty joke for the fun of it.

N0 You don't post much. Therefore, your argument is invalid. Are you enraged or express any hint to the sin of wrath? DW, I have a spreadsheet for that. Spread those sheets. I need a clean surface to work with on this floor. All harpy orgy on the spreadsheets!

11:45 PM EST. There's your explanation.

N0 You don't post much. Therefore, your argument is invalid. Are you enraged or express any hint to the sin of wrath?

So bored I will write a harpy story for your enjoyment. Talon Tales By: Armorare [spoiler=Introduction]Alice is a teenage human being that is, in essence, cynical towards her own race. In his eyes, theyre dull, repeatable, and on a morality high horse where the saddle is a splintery stick in their baby-soft buttocks, or being severely resistant to change by all means. Of course, this is about to change when a winged being falls from the sky and into her (cliché-looking) barn. All that she knows is that the half-bird/half-human is drunk and that it has some kleptomania issues when it takes her in the middle of the night to the nest. Can Alice survive long enough to earn her wings? Chapter 1: The Call of Destiny Doesnt Make (Much) Noise. *nag* *nag* *nag* But--? *naggity* *nag* *shut-the-[cute word]-up nag* *do-the-questionably-meaningless-chores-nag* This was the relationship between Alice and her clingy-to-the-past grandmother, as close to love as it would get, minus all the kissing (ha) and behind-the-scenes events that involved a paddle and her rear end (for not listening). To be honest, Alice stopped giving a damn entirely. I mean, she was awesome, very talented, and could make it big. Unfortunately, she grew up in the wrong conditions that resulted in her living life with a ball-and-chain attached to her. Sometimes, if her grandmother was really seething because of psychologically subconscious envy towards the younger generation due to more opportunities, this was literal. Great, more pointless chores as usual, the teenager sighed, struggling to push a wagon across the farm. To be frank, there really wasnt much to see aside from the ending of an era where the only evident thing to point out is negligence charges for sucking at life so hard. It made no sense to her how her grandparent (the other is dead) saw the beauty in this place, which was long past its prime to sell for good profit. Of course, due to the clingy nature of human beings, that was never to happen. Really, why am I bothering with this? Alice steamed out some rage after reaching the barn a few minutes later; well out of the range of the female Furor she called her relative. I should just pack my bags and just ditch this piece of- She was cut off mid-rant from the sound of crashing in the barn. The girl wasnt aware, but this event would change her life forever. Whether or not for better or worse is the question. Chapter 2: If It Has Wings And Smells of Booze, It Usually Is A Furry Party Gone Awry. Okay, so theres a huge hole in a rotten wooden barn that smells of feces and dead dreams; youd expect it was the result of time catching up and kicking it square in the genitalia wouldnt it? Alice had a thought similar to that, but was about to count for the fact it wasnt Mother Nature and Father Time co-operating in a trolling scheme against your dictator (which wouldve been awesome). In a way, it was better (or worse, your pick) about what really caused the gaping hole in the ceiling, which somehow didnt result in the ire of Old Baba Yaga to snap from her home. What the [bleep]? That was some party, and it looks like they pushed me off the- oh, company! Alices eyes turned towards the voice, which lied under the hole in the rotting barn. It was draped in white robes with the stretching of golden yellow wings. With the light shining down on the person in the dark (notice the barn makes a nice metaphor) and smelly room made the winged human appear to be Jesus personal mail carrier if you took out the fact they reeked of alcohol and had a torn lampshade over their head. Who the hell are you? Alice asked calmly, not being surprised one bit; in fact, she secretly excited, in more ways than one. The winged human struggled to stand up, removing the lampshade to rub his head in what appears to be a hangover, his light green hair radiating in the light. Huh? the man asked in a mild slur, do you have anything to treat his headache? Why dont you tell me your name? Alice whipped back, pointing out that she asked first, and the birdman was trespassing (she knows its crap land, but it helps in trying to use logical fallacies to dominate a conversation with a drunk stranger). The birdman yawned, taking some time to stretch his body a little to ease the pain from a lengthy fall. The names Greens and Im a harpy. You? Alice blinked at the unusual answer, finally responding to get the conversation into something more productive. Alice here and you mentioned being uh Harpy. Want to join us? Greens offer, searching his robes for something. What do you mean? Alice asked, thinking she can leave this logic-killing hellhole. Greens smile widened when he pulled out a tin flask. Yes! Looks like theres still some left! Oh, follow me. Ill explain along the way and stuff. Thoughts? Should I write more?

All these cats made me question if i was on cheezburger.com

For some reason, they never scared me. Yet those mask-wearing people who said "Do you want my mummy?" did (Was during Christopher Eccleston as Doctor).

I sometimes felt tempted to write "laughing at your tombstone for semi-ironic reasons" on those half the time. I never did because I know how over-reactive American schools get over dark humor and sarcasm about death/terrorism/etc. I did get away with the "marrying your awesome daughter" joke once since the teacher actually knew I made those terrible jokes in my writing.

I'm tempted to rewatch all 13 episodes of Angel Beats. The crappy part is the fact I feel empty and sad after watching half of them. It's so good to watch, yet so sad. :(

A great example indeed.

Shame I never got to experience it. I suck at roleplaying since I rarely get the chance to do any. The last forum I resided in basically did unoriginal crap for a year straight, killing incentive to get involved.

I'm not in DGS and haven't dungeoneered since getting 99 in May, so I really have no idea.

The wall fails to regenerate after being exterminated by Daleks. 52 HP

A mishap occurs during the only science experiment you volunteered yourself as a guinea pig for.

oh dear I have a feeling it's towards the 2nd line in that post. :rolleyes:

I watched that a lot (but didn't like it). How come I didn't catch it if it was from Digimon?

about references, props to whoever gets the next one I wanna know since I don't. Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff. Maybe it's better this way. Trust me. Once I am curious, I want to know. I've killed baby walruses to find the answers before. Not really... well, not yet.

I have to agree with you there. It made me smile a bit.

about references, props to whoever gets the next one I wanna know since I don't. Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

Who'd watch though?

Next non-harpy to post here should be deemed our pet dragon. [/cheesy YGO reference]

Okay. Anyways.... let's talk about cannibals for no reason.