Slow.
Going to sleep right now, in public practically, would be pretty much completely and irredeemably retarded. So you decide to stay awake. You glare suspiciously at the other passengers sitting there being all... sitting there. You're going to be on this train for about ten more hours and it's pretty much small, dingy and unsuitable for long stints. So you decided that you would walk around. As you try to get up a twinge in your leg tells you that you're not going anywhere. So all you really have to do is sit there like all the other losers and wait ten hours. You're going to die of boredom before then. Inside of ten minutes you fall asleep on some person's shoulder despite both your intentions and their protests. When you're sleepy, ain't nothing stopping it. Except for the blaring of an alarm and some intermittent gunfire that wake you up roughly an hour later. Well, it was a cheap ticket after all. You... [] Check to see who you fell asleep on. [] Go towards the gunfire. [] Go towards the front of the train.
Bury it in the backyard.
Forgot, he also has the power of Mad Ups and speaks primarily in basketball terminology.
Name: Sir Charles DeBarclay Occupation: Knight of the Order of Jam Weapon: Steel Ball Fighting Style: Slamming Origin: Born under the sign of the bull in the kingdom of Niv Bolas Arcades Catch Phrase: "Welcome to the Jam."
Your leg is jacked. You know it, your leg knows it and your nervous system is making sure that both of you keep that consensus. Moving up in altitude at any speed would probably be disadvantageous to the wound closing up clean and walking is basically just something you thought of to test yourself to see if you were stupid. Looks like you passed the test this time. So trains it is. Personally, you hate trains. Reminds you of a lot of bad times. Like on the Ferrocarril de Antofagasta a Bolivia or the Argentine Central Railway and especially that one long trip on the Trans-Siberian Railroad. Seriously, your luck with trains is godawful. But level with yourself, it's the only way to get to Bristol in time. Also, you can think about the one good train ride you had. Okay, you had two good rides, but one was totally ruined by something that you're not going to dredge up right now because what kind of dick twists the knife in a ten year old wound? Not you. Anyhow, you're one good train ride was when you met Sour Kraut, Leadfoot and Shotty. You and some other mercs were... now's not the time for reminiscing. Now's the time for hobbling over to the railway and getting yourself on a train outta this hellhole. At the station you find that it's every bit as ****** as the rest of this country. You kind of love it for that rustic charm, though. Anyhow you buy a ticket and hop your ass on that train without event. For once things might be going okay. You should... [] Stay awake. [] Go to sleep.
Our asses would like to get the academy some noise up in here, we know they're asses deserve that shit. Come on, stand up, lemme hear y'all, sunsovbitches. YEEEEEAAH, DA'S RIGH' DA'S RIGH'!
Futanari wa Pretty Cure-desu
NG+
Aight, aight, aight. This shizznizzle got mysizzle an idizzle. We be best off wiff castin' DORMINIZZLE.
Don't be sweatin' me, Takeshi.
Needs more penetration to be prom.
Are we human or are we lobsters?
Hating it and hating what it stands for are different things.
I mean, the fact that they were doing it not once, not twice, but three times in a row basically is what irks me.
KyoAni also did K-On. This is going to be like K-On but instead of not playing music, they're going to be not swimming.
Respect. Will add pic later. I don't do fanart so you can have this random person.
No.
I mean, all things that focus on the fanservice are pretty much terrible but it pretty much goes both ways is all.
