AT LEAST 7 1/2 of the things, definitely. But the Rose and Jackie ones are by far the best. I love them so.
Why must I always be the one to go to you? Come to me this time, nubs...
[color=#4169e1]Yes, but THERE ARE TOO FEW THINGS ON IT
Your time or my time? There's many midnights. I will bring much spam.
[color=#4169e1]Oh nubs, literally ALL THE BlTCH STUFF COMES FROM HERE >:3 : http://fredslastjoke.tumblr.com/tagged/dwbtch
I'd be so bold as to suggest 7 ½ spam
OF THE CRATER
Drake listened as Double D explained his ever-depressing opinion. He did wonder had to happen to make a kid think like that, but he really wasn't paying too much attention to him. Until he pulled out a cigarette. Oh, he'd been craving a smoke for the longest time. And since they were on the verge of hell breaking loose anyway, he figured it wouldn't do him any harm now. He got up and moved over to him, waiting until he was finished, and snatched the lit cig from him as he finished his statement. He walked over to the corner where Tasha had been standing before and took a deep breath before pulling it out with two fingers and speaking. "Well, isn't that just cheery?" He was tired of sitting. He felt like they were all getting a little too comfortable. He needed to move, to be ready, but he also needed some guilty pleasure. Right now, the 'poison' in his fingers was all that supplied the latter. He could tell that Señor Sunshine would start complaining or whining any second, so he inhaled the smoke again and smiled before speaking up. "But you are alive. So tough luck on that front." "You need to start finding a way to make the most of the time you got." "And either way, the last thing you need is to be smoking at, what, 14?" He chuckled softly, letting the cig rest in between his lips as he spoke. "We all need pick-me-ups, and there might not be donuts here... but nothin' beats a good smoke." It felt good to finally get a jab at the kid. Honestly, he really couldn't care less if he pulled it out and lit up right in front of a 'cop.' Dealing with him in the future was clearly going to be a nightmare.
I know it's Hitler But that picture is baby Hitler, not grown-ass racist Hitler The years change a person
But that is a baby Tale is a man
Does this look like the face of terror and tyranny? Spoiler: I DON'T THINK SO
Because you're too cute and sweet.
Stuff like this, this and this is a thing. So I decided to make this into a thing: Spoiler Spoiler
You two just need to make a musical already: The Best of the Baddies Starring Ars Nova and Krowley
He listened as each of them answered. Essentially, they seemed to agree on one thing: a long life was pointless if it wasn't fulfilled. He hoped the Doc would be pleased and leave them be, but he knew that wouldn't be the case. He looked to Tasha, who'd sat down beside him and essentially shut the rest of the group out. She really seemed to trust him. He knew he should admit his lie then and there to avoid trouble later. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Minus this Willy guy who'd stumbled in looking for beer, everyone was pretty bummed. Right now, his lie was the only thing giving them hope. If they hated him for it later, so be it -- he was plenty used to being hated. For now though, he'd keep up the farce. And that meant answering the question he'd asked everyone else. "Honestly, life is crap. It's painful and stupid and lonely... at least, until you find somethin' worth living for." "What's the point of going on for so many years if there's nothing you want to do?" "Better to die happy than live depressed." He knew this far too well. The only thing that kept him going was the hope that he could make things right. And even then, his life was still crap. There was no getting past that fact. But maybe, just maybe, this was the shot he needed. He had a chance here that he may never get again, and even if it was stupid and reckless, it was his only shot.
Cat was more than a little surprised that Kaida just left like that. Though the apologies seemed to be mutual, and that made her feel a lot better. She turned back around to see Beuce and Seiza talking about that Mark of Mastery. She moved closer to them, and heard the basics: it's a test of Keyblade mastery, difficulty depended on the state of the worlds, and you couldn't face a guardian without passing it. He accepted the challenge blindly, and Cat sighed. Clearly, he wasn't the type to think things through. She moved forward and put her hand on his shoulder. "Whoa, mister big shot. You really wanna take a test you know nothing about?" She knew it couldn't be that easy. How many wielders had been sought out by that first message? How many more had been around before then? And how small was the percentage of them who'd go on to be masters? She had a feeling that the answer would only kill the mood. Still, she knew that taking on the guardians was likely the best way to get what she needed. "Well clearly I can't let you go at it alone." She grinned at him and looked back to Seiza. "Is there any chance we could take the exam with someone in this world?"
gdi how did I forget the Humongous games? Putt-Putt Travels Through Time was my favorite game, and remains a guilty pleasure of mine to this day (though I am probably a walking walkthrough despite all the random factors that change between playthroughs). I also played the hell out of the Pajama Sam, Freddi Fish and Spy Fox demos. I've actually been going back and playing them all recently to see what I missed out on. The emulator for them is great and really easy to use.
I've been giving this a lot of thought -- maybe too much -- and I've come to the conclusion that my avatars do actually affect how I act. With this one, I'm more likely to think things through before I post. I'm less likely to rush and I don't tend to be as sarcastic. And when I'm using something like this, I tend to be very impulsive and very snarky. Honestly, it might just be me projecting the character without even realizing it. Still, I think my actions don't stray too much when I have a different icon. Little things will swing here or there, but for the most part certain traits are set.
Yeah, multiplayer co-op is fun when you're doing it with friends. With strangers, not so much. But the multiplayer battle with RPGs only on sniping maps always make for a good time. And yeah, with TLoU, the gameplay feels very Naughty Dog, but the variety and survival mechanics are great (I'm barely shooting to try and hoard ammo, so I end up beating these Clickers with a pipe or board more often than not).
No, I get it. Uncharted seems to be one of those "love it or hate it" franchises. Either you adore it or you think it's too cliche or something. And I get it. I've just had too much fun with the games, especially the multiplayer. Oh, that multiplayer is so fun.
