The Trash Heap of the Heapers' Hangout

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  • imagei will watch the heck outta this pumpkin patch
    i'm anxious... i don't know anyone's number outside my family, so if my phone is busted for good i won't be able to contact anyone.
  • You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
    I hope you can get it fixed
  • imagei will watch the heck outta this pumpkin patch
    thanks
  • More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
    Cheerful, Even in Death
    Stage 1: Night Cherry Blossoms in the Netherworld
    What are these divine spirits that are scattered and swept away by the cherry blossoms?
    They only activate moments before death.
    BGM: Night Sakura of Dead Spirits

    Boss: Stationary Phantom, Saigyouji Yuyuko
    BGM: Ghost Lead

    The Youkai before the Gate, Reading an Unlearnable Sutra
    Stage 2: The Road to Myouren Temple
    Heading towards Myouren Temple Cemetery under the strange guidance of that ghost...
    Might the ones there be related to the divine spirits?
    BGM: Welcome to the Youkai Temple

    Boss: Sutra-Reciting Yamabiko, Kasodani Kyouko
    BGM: The Youkai Girl before the Gate

    A Straight Line Paradise
    Stage 3: Myouren Temple Cemetery
    Are those living in the cemetery humans? Specters? Or are they youkai?
    Why are the spirits everyone calls "divine spirits" gushing towards the cemetery?
    BGM: Let's Live in a Lovely Cemetery

    Mid-Boss: Troubled Forgotten Item, Tatara Kogasa

    Boss: Loyal Corpse, Miyako Yoshika
    BGM: Rigid Paradise

    Accelerating Luxury
    Stage 4: A Hole in the Hall of Dreams' Great Mausoleum
    The divine spirits, pulled into fine strings of light toward the cavern's depth...
    The scenery was unlike anything of this world.
    BGM: Desire Drive

    Boss: The Wicked Hermit of Passing through Walls, Lady Seiga
    BGM: Old Yuanxian

    Blood of Those with Hidden Power
    Stage 5: The Hall of Dreams' Great Mausoleum
    A huge remnant was hidden behind the doors.
    Are the divine spirits aware of what lies within?
    BGM: The Hall of Dreams' Great Mausoleum

    Boss: Shikaisen from Ancient Japan, Mononobe no Futo
    BGM: Legend of the Great Gods

    Hold Harmony Sacred
    Last Stage: The Divine Spirit Mausoleum
    The massive quantity of gathered divine spirits resembled a starry sky.
    They silently wait for the one to give her voice.
    BGM: Starry Sky of Small Desires

    Boss: Shoutoku Taoist, Toyosatomimi no Miko
    BGM: Shoutoku Legend ~ True Administrator

    Raise the Flag of Rebellion!
    Extra Stage: Myouren Temple
    After Miko's revival, the power of the saint has grown too strong!
    Now is the time to commence the youkai rebellion!
    BGM: Youkai Back Shrine Road

    Mid-Boss: Old Youkai #1, Houjuu Nue

    Boss: The Bake-danuki with Ten Transformations, Futatsuiwa Mamizou
    BGM: Futatsuiwa from Sado
  • Centie: weird how?

    I just had a moment of depersonalization or something, but I think it passed.
  • Touch the cow. Do it now.
    well g'night peoplefolks
  • imagei will watch the heck outta this pumpkin patch
    good night Imi G
  • imagei will watch the heck outta this pumpkin patch
    y'know much as i dislike Coca Cola i'm kind of impressed by how many racists and homophobes they managed to piss off simply by broadcasting a patriotic, egalitarian and fundamentally American advertisement
  • I've learned to tolerate drama...except on the boat
    Are Hufflepuffs worthless?
  • imagei will watch the heck outta this pumpkin patch
    no

    at least i hope not

    i'd be a Hufflepuff i think
  • I've learned to tolerate drama...except on the boat
    I took a quiz last year that determined me to be one...
  • edited 2014-02-05 01:15:25
    “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    My sister shanghaied me into doing the one on the official site.

    I am apparently a dead match for Slytherin. Albeit minus the general tendency toward dickery. Mostly.
  • I'm a Hufflepuff and damn proud of it

    My older sister's a Ravenclaw, my dad's a Gryffindor and my brother's a Slytherin
  • unrelated: something I don't understand

    It's been 12 years but [adult swim] still isn't its own channel

    By comparison Boomerang only took 8
  • I am apparently a dead match for Slytherin. Albeit minus the general tendency toward dickery. Mostly.
    rrrriiiiight
  • dickery.
    rrrriiiiight
    -WONK-
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”

    I am apparently a dead match for Slytherin. Albeit minus the general tendency toward dickery. Mostly.
    rrrriiiiight
    Do you mean to imply that I am frequently a jerk?!
  • edited 2014-02-05 01:47:22

    u are a butt

    ...

    ...

    (*absconds*)
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    NO!

    *tosses boot at head*

    YOOOOOOUUUUUU!
  • I've learned to tolerate drama...except on the boat
    Tre said:

    unrelated: something I don't understand

    It's been 12 years but [adult swim] still isn't its own channel

    By comparison Boomerang only took 8

    I don't understand that either

    I don't think Turner has enough channels to blow up and replace with an [as] channel though (there's truTV, HLN, and, unfortunately, TCM as candidates)
  • ...And even when your hope is gone
    move along, move along, just to make it through
    (2015 self)
    RESURGAM.
  • Bluh, they can't get rid of any of those 3

    truTV seems somewhat extraneous but I like me some World's Dumbest and apparently SoBe Tow is pretty popular these days

    HLN... I have never seen the point of its existence beyond serving as a Fox News killer but apparently your conglomerate isn't complete without one of those

    and axing TCM would be viable, but also really sad
  • Your wickedness makes you as it were heavy as lead, and to tend downwards with great weight and pressure towards hell; and if God should let you go, you would immediately sink and swiftly descend and plunge into the bottomless gulf, and your healthy constitution, and your own care and prudence, and best contrivance, and all your righteousness, would have no more influence to uphold you and keep you out of hell, than a spider's web would have to stop a falling rock. Were it not for the sovereign pleasure of God, the earth would not bear you one moment; for you are a burden to it; the creation groans with you; the creature is made subject to the bondage of your corruption, not willingly; the sun does not willingly shine upon you to give you light to serve sin and Satan; the earth does not willingly yield her increase to satisfy your lusts; nor is it willingly a stage for your wickedness to be acted upon; the air does not willingly serve you for breath to maintain the flame of life in your vitals, while you spend your life in the service of God's enemies. God's creatures are good, and were made for men to serve God with, and do not willingly subserve to any other purpose, and groan when they are abused to purposes so directly contrary to their nature and end. And the world would spew you out, were it not for the sovereign hand of him who hath subjected it in hope. There are black clouds of God's wrath now hanging directly over your heads, full of the dreadful storm, and big with thunder; and were it not for the restraining hand of God, it would immediately burst forth upon you. The sovereign pleasure of God, for the present, stays his rough wind; otherwise it would come with fury, and your destruction would come like a whirlwind, and you would be like the chaff of the summer threshing floor.

    The wrath of God is like great waters that are dammed for the present; they increase more and more, and rise higher and higher, till an outlet is given; and the longer the stream is stopped, the more rapid and mighty is its course, when once it is let loose. It is true, that judgment against your evil works has not been executed hitherto; the floods of God's vengeance have been withheld; but your guilt in the mean time is constantly increasing, and you are every day treasuring up more wrath; the waters are constantly rising, and waxing more and more mighty; and there is nothing but the mere pleasure of God, that holds the waters back, that are unwilling to be stopped, and press hard to go forward. If God should only withdraw his hand from the flood-gate, it would immediately fly open, and the fiery floods of the fierceness and wrath of God, would rush forth with inconceivable fury, and would come upon you with omnipotent power; and if your strength were ten thousand times greater than it is, yea, ten thousand times greater than the strength of the stoutest, sturdiest devil in hell, it would be nothing to withstand or endure it.

    The bow of God's wrath is bent, and the arrow made ready on the string, and justice bends the arrow at your heart, and strains the bow, and it is nothing but the mere pleasure of God, and that of an angry God, without any promise or obligation at all, that keeps the arrow one moment from being made drunk with your blood. Thus all you that never passed under a great change of heart, by the mighty power of the Spirit of God upon your souls; all you that were never born again, and made new creatures, and raised from being dead in sin, to a state of new, and before altogether unexperienced light and life, are in the hands of an angry God. However you may have reformed your life in many things, and may have had religious affections, and may keep up a form of religion in your families and closets, and in the house of God, it is nothing but his mere pleasure that keeps you from being this moment swallowed up in everlasting destruction. However unconvinced you may now be of the truth of what you hear, by and by you will be fully convinced of it. Those that are gone from being in the like circumstances with you, see that it was so with them; for destruction came suddenly upon most of them; when they expected nothing of it, and while they were saying, Peace and safety: now they see, that those things on which they depended for peace and safety, were nothing but thin air and empty shadows.
    The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider, or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked: his wrath towards you burns like fire; he looks upon you as worthy of nothing else, but to be cast into the fire; he is of purer eyes than to bear to have you in his sight; you are ten thousand times more abominable in his eyes, than the most hateful venomous serpent is in ours. You have offended him infinitely more than ever a stubborn rebel did his prince; and yet it is nothing but his hand that holds you from falling into the fire every moment. It is to be ascribed to nothing else, that you did not go to hell the last night; that you was suffered to awake again in this world, after you closed your eyes to sleep. And there is no other reason to be given, why you have not dropped into hell since you arose in the morning, but that God's hand has held you up. There is no other reason to be given why you have not gone to hell, since you have sat here in the house of God, provoking his pure eyes by your sinful wicked manner of attending his solemn worship. Yea, there is nothing else that is to be given as a reason why you do not this very moment drop down into hell.
  • Chocolate Cow.
  • Bluebirds
    Blackbirds
    Deadbirds
    Totembirds
    Baked in pies and praying to die
    I made them rise
    From their pies
    And married the moon
    And killed my face
    And threw its quincunx into space
    The cats are like furry constellations
    They lap up the Milky Way
    Speak tongues with windows open
  • God uses a bow? Pfft, get with the times you oldster ~reloads the laser gun~

  • God is dead.
    God is dead?
    God is dead!
    God is dead (interrobang)
  • Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
    like a buttercup
    upon its branching stem-
    save that it's green and wooden-
    I come, my sweet,
    to sing to you.
    We lived long together
    a life filled,
    if you will,
    with flowers. So that
    I was cheered
    when I came first to know
    that there were flowers also
    in hell.
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    Tre said:

    God is dead.
    God is dead?
    God is dead!
    God is dead‽

    A convenient fix for Maestro Tre.
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  • edited 2014-02-05 02:38:03

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    the most important rock song of all time
  • edited 2014-02-05 02:40:14
    Let me tell you. About Fallen London.
    I'm Ravenclaw, both by Pottermore and that one tumblr graph where "straight" and "kinky" were the axes.
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”

    Tre said:

    God is dead.
    God is dead?
    God is dead!
    God is dead‽

    A convenient fix for Maestro Tre.
    Oh! Also relevant: Esoteric punctuation for the hell of it.


    Haven said:

    I'm Ravenclaw, both by Pottermore and that one tumblr graph where "straight" and "kinky" were the axes.

    What is this graph saying exactly...?
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  • Things will get better and things will get worse. 
    I want to know that she is still alive
    They can't both be true. They can both be true. 
    But nobody gets everything that they want
    Are you sure? Are you sure you're not lying?
    Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up
    Can you really tell if anything's real in your little world?
  • We have failed the Prime Directive and the wakahashi is somewhere in the closet. 

    It would be rude to commit seppuku while my roommate is sleeping.
  • Never trod upon the weak and helpless, always provide for the poor with your means, produce for society according to your means, and never, ever, let a friend down in their time of need.
  • Do not impede the Homosexual Agenda, do not assist the Homosexual Agenda, support freedom of expression, condemn freedom of expression when it is detrimental to you.

    Pity the helpless. Glorify the helpless.

    Spare the rod. Raise the child. 
  • But who really wants happiness? That fleeting, fickle thing.

    The wise man invests in security, so that when something goes wrong, the whole sweater does not unravel.
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