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Remember that you kinda like watching my things get stolen. As a fact you know hardware glitches, Magus was never a sweet soft moon child, and remaining upset over some missclick on youtube doesn’t make you edgier, harder, more mature, more prepared to hurt people, or more in touch with your sexual preference for assault. It should unlock Leon for Smash Melee, but that would mean I was wrong about you having anger control problems.
The dolphin is not your friend, it, they, she is only posting in emp retarded feels binary to take advantage of your insomnia. Something like a self important edgelady , she’s rather simply instigating your suicidal urges to screw you out of making choices for things you enjoy. I’ll give you some examples.
Guess Leon Kowalski’s play style, if you can!
You’re not having a contest over raging out at faggots in denial on YouTube, you’re waiting for somone to permit you to be in control. Now for lateral positive thinking.Which I assumed you wanted because of all those *ahem* creative game mods. I don’t intend to make a play of horrible bullshit videos like a certain artist trying to tell everyone how suicidal he wants you to stay.
Trigger Warning: I don’t consider myself knowledgeable about attack on titan.
If you wanted to ask about the specifications for how to put a spacestation out of gundam around the moon Titan you’d have a better time here. Now apparently, with your social goldfish attention spans this needs to be spelled out.
Especially the skeleton crossing guard who eats gummi vitamins at the Mexico border, where several very flighty broads are waiting to be flagged through.
Class is out, this is sitting in the theatre room having lunch after having kicked over the vending machine. Pay attention, to what, I’m typing. Especially the cleft lip insecure gangster wannabe with the Shikamaru complex but lazier. This is what how it bee, “dawg.”
Disclaimer: I haven’t watched DB Heroes thirty one. But Oozaru Kakaroly kills Cloverfield a half hour into the movie, leaving Skynet MechaGodzilla to carry the film. An ugly directing choice, and that out of the way!
Since Fuu is now the focus character, we start with an Okami sort of situation. But suddenly a mysterious presence alerts our understandably depressed main antagonist(?), and from the pants leg to the dress shirt to the buttoned vest, posing dramatically like a filler character having a good day without Majin Buu to hold his hand and walk him somewhere it’s Colonel Sanders Jelly Vegeta. Not alone either. He’s drafted quite a few people to his side, mostly every character you like that you thought “I” killed with glitched scr
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button press on YouTube. On a day numerically specifically a holy Wildcard. You impossibly silly lass.The tournament of Power was years and years and years and years ago.
And so Fuu picks himself off the ground, pockets a bag of highly abstract seeds, and looking alike to a prize boxer with that draped over him, walks with our Shmoozing Saiyan Doppelgänger and listens to an offer he really can’t refuse.
*silently agreeing in neopolitan animal crossing*
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Fun challenge, send these gaggle of dorks some questions about Ecco the Dolphin, time t
ohe lad between posts afterward. Meanwhil, on the part of Facebo
ok not overtaken by Pepto Bismol drinking Deadites from the 60’s who still won’t put down the baby hieroglyphics and take the doctor’s medicine in recommended dosages.
Some people have been vocal, probably off planet, about too much Gookog and Veecheeto, I’m apologies, Goku and Vegeta standing in for other characters. Know that while more important things are needing to be done, and part of this chickenscratch metanarrative, I have filed your concerns. So, Fuu is making certain to watch his manners around Team PB&J.
Oh yes Riddel, if you have to suffer through all that trauma and keep a presentable face, shouldn’t everyone else too?
So we have Yamcha at home, or an old thieves hideout, or Kame House, thoroughly engrossed with his phone. Whatever may he be watching? Really that’s up to the dubbing team. Maybe he’s using a few Sherlock Holmes Hardcovers to test his posture. Knock on the door it’s Chi Chi and Tien. Piccolo’s been moody, and won’t talk to anyone he did the Tournament arc with. Well he did get a slap on the back against the Egyptian cat god, maybe it’s up to him? Cue a drive, with multiple fender benders, to Taco Bell.,.Pilaf in a robot suit working the drivethru.
They drive to wherever, could be the middle of nowhere, I’m not in the mood for twitchy dramatics. Odd people’s energy signatures have been showing up, and he’s tightlipped about something. Something Something Ribrianne ’ this is how the white race goes extinct.’ Cowabunga, that’s four onscreen characters! Pizza Time!
You can already hear the Luna Eurobeat playing, because it’s kinda an automated feature!
We’re working towards a Goku and Vegeta coma arc, try to cooperate without starving a man to death because standing in the corner because of your bratty attitude isn’t working for you. It means more “other characters”. That and mood swings.
Hello Feiying, yes I do have an interest in Science Team Gatchaman.
…in personnel, please come to deli bakery please
I’ve always wanted to try living at Walmart. Seems self re-inforcing. Anyway, I got more in me.
Sooooooo the entire thing WOULD REQUIRE finishing the “365 Days of Tao” and “The Deaths of Tao”, using the tumblr version, which I know other people have picked up on. The entire multi-episode set up would be a positive excuse to decompress the plot of “Wrath of The Dragon”. Yes I read the first weatherbeaten copy of “Twilight” during a stay in an insane asylum. Heh Lum. I’d suggest using the Multiverse Team write it, if I still trusted the FelRench.
Where before a lot of Mel Brooks references would have been needed along with a ridiculous amount of Tekken and Virtua Fighter still and animated shot comparisons as well as on the ground reports from people in less constitutionally founded territories , we can use Braille readings of the D.C. riots and ask anyone who’s been in one since the mid-eighties. A bumper crop of social unrest.
Looking at you Bulleta.
Even when I… uh anyway! The whole thing, including previously mentioned cameos are a lead up to this being Master Splinter Turtle Sennin’s story arc. Also during this chaos Moloch Sensei shows up but it is Injustice Prison Uniform Morro.
How we proceed with this was already written as easy mode by the fellow who did the non-YouTube Quest Sixty Four strategy walkthrough first person fic, reshuffle some names of places and things and there we go. Have some fun leaving things Celtlandish due to the ‘Room of Spirit and Time’ a
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places from a few other classics. Let the Southern Hemisphere boys roll for magical dramatical bullcrap.
The Boss Villain of the ‘arc’ is one of the Spice Boys masquerading as an angelic version of Bulma, or Bulma, or original Trunks with a friggin Halo, but the need to dramatically bite into the fruit from the cover of “Midnight Sun”. Those things aren’t toxic but the give me blood vessel problems like I got smacked a jab to the nose.
Back when I was just released from that nuthouse on the panhandle after a year long stay, I wrote up some interesting prompts on my home computer. That’s incidental. While in the nuthouse for that monotonous year, someone passed me a small object with appeared to be a diamond. You’d be astounded the clarity a gallon of chocolate soy milk and an entire bottle of men’s vitamin gummies give you. When I got
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I had it appraised. The contrarian motherfucker who looked at it said it was a cubic zirconium, I didn’t throw it away, but I’m certain that whoever took it along with my personal Mac found out that fingernail sized gem was worth what, $$100,000? Or where you admitting one hundred karats? Do you know what that would have made possible in my hands after my slovenly and probably dead Fargo Faygo chugging roommate left allowing me to get it re-appraised? You impossibly stupid uncle fucker.
Timelines.
“You like me shoving the card in you dirty McDuck cumdumpster!”
Ah, this is quite a sight to behold…
A bright-yellow sun rose high over the land of Clancer, its rays shining down upon the vast, open landscape. Morning dew sparkled on the various trees and plants dotting the landscape as the sun’s rays shined down onto the forest. Birds chirped in the trees and flowers swayed in the wind as butterflies darted from one petal to another. Hidden in the light of the morning sun, a massive house-like structure was held aloft high above the planet’s surface via three huge rockets. Two long blade-like structures, connecting to huge green spheres, stood erect on the brick-red roof of the aircraft. Yellow as the sun it was basking in, the entrance of the aircraft was adorned with a face-like image consisting of two glass circles and a silver elongated triangle.
Inside the ship, an elderly man was silently staring out a closed window in a small room right by the entrance. The man had a stocky build, with a round belly and a thick, white beard not unlike that of Santa Claus. Round glasses adorning his face, he wore a white lab coat and green bandanna tied tightly on his head.
Gosh, I’m bored… the man thought, shaking his head, I came to this planet to unwind, and I can’t even leave the ship…
Theo shifted his position and stared out the window, hoping to see his robot return soon. Outside he saw the beautiful landscape of Clancer; the bright, clear sky, the rolling hills, the vibrant green grass and trees that seemed to stretch for miles. Dotting the landscape were block-like temple structures with holes and grooves craved into them. Images that resembled a ghostly face adorned the structures, giving them a slightly quieting look to them that sent chills down Theo's spine.
As he stared out to the beautiful scenery, a rising feeling from his gut beckoned him to venture out into this new world. "And yet…" he sighed as he made his way back to his seat, "Marina told me to stay here 'til she's done scouting…"
With that, Theo let out another sigh as he sat back down. Hours has elapsed since he had last seen Marina. He had spent most of the time tinkering with his gadgets and nick-knacks he brought with him, watching his stories on the ship's intergalactic television, and had eaten most of the remaining food in the supply storage room. All he could do now was sit and wait for his robot, Marina, to return from the scouting.
Gosh, I'm getting tired… His eyelids grew heavy as he tried to stay upright on his seat, a huge plush pillow. Perhaps I should take a nap… until Marina comes back, anyway.
Suddenly, an odd laughter pierced through his drowsy state, and in a flash, Theo shot back up whipping his head around in alarm.
"Huh?" he uttered in confusion, "I have visitors already?"
"Darth Of A Salespony"
Try try again Alistor. Maybe we zigged where we should have zagged.
