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    Oh, don't be silly. We all missed you. Probably.
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: The Spam Zone
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    I prefer foie gras.
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: The Spam Zone
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    But goats are delicious. How can you not like them.
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: The Spam Zone
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    A troll is someone who stirs up and antagonizes things via a different series of methods; depending on the skill of the troll, it can be anything from a complex series of objectives and scenarios or simple insulting; the latter being the lowest and most pathetic form of troll. Though trolls may be diverse in quality and methods of carrying out goals, the goal they do share in common is simply to aggravate and antagonize other members. They also live under bridges where they steal goats for their ridiculous orgies which I imagine are beyond normal comprehension.
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: The Spam Zone
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    From my apparent knowledge of Sara, she was like the Fascist Party of KH-Vids all stuffed into one person.
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    This, children, is someone who has trolled you in real life.
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: The Spam Zone
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    It did. Hayabusa needed an entire section for his wedding with every active female member.
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: The Spam Zone
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    OOC: Ah, thank you.

    BIC:

    The gaunt L, his argent pale skin giving off a ghostly resonance throughout the darkened room, stared curiously at the monitors in front of him. Providing the only sources of light in the small den, a sense of eerieness pervaded through the dark recesses and scattered alcoves.

    The room itself was quite empty, save for a single midnight black ebony desk that fit perfectly with the conditions. The famous L himself sat just behind, a half-eaten chocolate strawberry in hand. His tired yet dauntingly wide eyes peered at the series of large computer monitors stacked up in a luminescent square on his desk; a single large red button menacingly and mockingly in front of the jumble of technology.

    16 monitors in all; a mathematically perfect square number. Of these monitors, however, only three were currently powered on; each rendering a different scene via the countless array of security cameras that dotted the entire campus. L took a hearty bite out of his chocolate straberry, and peered at the first screen to his left.

    It was the almost crystal clear image of a girl; her delicate elfin-like shape contrasting with her long black hair. L watched intently as she very quickly and efficiently brought down her male harasser with only a few elbows to the torso; leaving a quick cut near his eye as a dark memento. She was clearly quite the fighter.
    Hm. I have yet to see her test scores, however she would make an excellent pupil in our Self-Defense class.

    L quickly inserted the rest of the chocolate strawberry into his sugar-smeared mouth and gulped down the small, sweet fruit. He pressed the red button on his desk, and immediately a small microphone-shaped object ejected itself from the previously blank black space near the button. Holding the microphone carefully from the wire that connected it to the desk, L pressed a small yellow button on the microphone with his bony white fingers, and spoke rapidly:
    "Mr. Aizawa, if you may allow me to speak to for you a second?"
    A gruff mash of static and jumbled speech rang back at the sleep-depraived detective.
    "Strawberries? That would be quite excellent," replied L in return. "Anyhow, I am requesting a rearrangement of the academic schedule of a certain Miss Rashel Olau. Please insert her into our Self Defense classes."
    The gruff voice indecipherably replied in acknowledgement.
    "I shall await in pleasure," replied L, as he turned off the microphone and inserted it back into its convenient vacant slot near the large red button.

    L then turned his wide, leering eyes to the next screen; a brighter one directly in front of him...
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: Retirement Home
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    Majora's Mask should be fun.
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: The Spam Zone
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    Badass Shrimp.

    Thread by: What?, Aug 2, 2009, 2 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
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    I was referring to Rosey's old thread from the previous awards. To my memory the members had listed their nominations in the actual thread itself.
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: The Spam Zone
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    I see.

    Well then, this time there is no "nominate members for the categories" thread.
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: The Spam Zone
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    [​IMG]
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    Most of your enemies look similar or exactly alike despite being some diversity in the enemy as a whole itself.
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: The Spam Zone
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    This time you had to nominate via PM, but you will possibly know if you were nominated by checking the choices of the current polls.
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    Don't surprised if she has grown a white beard and is dressed in red.
    Post by: What?, Aug 2, 2009 in forum: The Spam Zone
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    Now quickly, you must stop Zant as fast as possible.
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