i didn't mean to post anything stupid, either, although i guess i've been flailing around for the last few minutes going 'what is happening, i don't understand', which is probably stupid
the fact of the matter is that it's pretty rare for anyone to ever know what's going on at any given time anywhere, in regard to anything.
i could potentially take a lot of things any of you or various other people have said, and pick them apart, and mock them thoroughly.
it's surprisingly easy to mock any amount of text.
no, i'm not going to do it. but just saying that it's entirely possible for me to take anything i see that i don't like and start mocking it.
of course it is
although if your intent was to upset us or attract trolls to HH that wouldn't be very nice
but surely you can see why posts like that one are ridiculous?
my intent was just to (albeit awkwardly) make a statement about a related (but not actually relevant in this case) phenomenon where people take some bunch of someone else's text and start mocking it left and right.
you can tell i'm tired, right? when i'm tired, i get -2 to charisma, and an additional -2 when i open my virtual mouth.
Timothy King, 11, borrowed 30 cents from his older sister and left his home in Birmingham, skateboard in hand, to buy candy at a drugstore on nearby Maple Road on Wednesday, March 16, 1977, at about 8:30 pm. He left the store by the rear entrance, which opened to a parking lot shared with a supermarket, and vanished.[2] An intensive search was executed that covered the entire Detroit metropolitan area, and there was widespread media coverage, already heavy with coverage on the previous three slayings. In an emotional television appeal, Timothy's father, Barry King, begged the abductor to release his son unharmed. In a letter printed in the Detroit News, Marion King wrote that she hoped Timothy could come home soon so she could serve him his favorite meal, Kentucky Fried Chicken. In the late evening hours of March 22, 1977, two teenagers in a car spotted his body in a shallow ditch alongside Gill Road, about 300 feet south of Eight Mile Road in Livonia, just across the county line in Wayne County. His skateboard was placed next to his body. His clothing had been neatly pressed and washed. He had been suffocated and sexually assaulted with an object. The postmortem showed that Timothy had eaten fried chicken before he was slain.[
Eh? Both the original Dark Souls and Dark Souls 2 are both for The Xbox 360 and PS3. They haven't come to next gen consoles and as far as I'm aware, no port is planned.
The first game is also on PC via Steam, and the second comes out on PC in like a month or so.
In moments like this I can feel God's presence. I can't sense God in any fashion. god is invisible and unhearable and untouchableand not remotely haptic and has no smell like the majority of chemicals to me (i am a mutant, that's why god exists) and has no taste and no temperature and no nothing. god has no properties. is not having properties a property? oh well. i can't touch god intellectually. i lack gödel's third eye and its sight of the pleroma. so i only in some way know that god is here despite the lack of any sensory information telling me so. and so, god must be within me, but yet so far away, cos i'm sure as fuck not going to be able to do anything with it.
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you can tell i'm tired, right? when i'm tired, i get -2 to charisma, and an additional -2 when i open my virtual mouth.
i think i'll go to bed
i'm not going to finish my assignment on time, i've kind of resigned myself to that
if i stay up any later i'll just fall asleep at some stupid hour and miss class again
Pyridrym should play it too.
The first game is also on PC via Steam, and the second comes out on PC in like a month or so.
I can no longer engage in jolly cooperation. /[T]\
best of luck with that.
I mean like, crystal magic.
2technical4me or something
probably not since what's it called, rrootage, still slows on my beast computer
truth be told, in fiction, more immortals die than mortals.