Frakir's brother
Goodbye.
- Location
- The Sea of Trees
Me, it's his original book that did it.
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
Izicata
AE ALTADOON GHARTOK PADHOME
Have you tried putting red food dye in them? It might help.
EvilPorygon
Cookie Monster
- Location
- a phone
Introverted.
Alright we all know the placebo effect is very powerful. That doesn't mean that all wine tastes the same. Different types of grapes, soil conditions, and not to mention the other thousand some odd additions that are added all have impacts. Also the study doesn't necessarily prove what people think it does. See those people where in a position where failing to tell the difference would hurt them and they also knew what these things should taste like. So if the red whine didn't taste quite right then they, that is the subjects, may have kept quiet for fear of harming their positions. That's the issue with surveys: they don't actually prove anything other than 'these people picked these answers' and everything is mere inference. Doesn't mean said inferences are wrong, just that they a guesses.
That said I don't think people really need to bother with the super expensive vintages since they are not going to taste substantially different from decent quality and moderately priced wines that followed the same basic recipe.
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That said I don't think people really need to bother with the super expensive vintages since they are not going to taste substantially different from decent quality and moderately priced wines that followed the same basic recipe.
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Read it, not that dark and it had a happy ending. Sure the protagonist had an unpleasant backstory but The villains bought it in the end, the hero got the girl, the day was saved. It had a Disney ending and it was never so dark that I doubted that would happen; though as it was unfinished when I started I didn't if it would actually reach that point or if the author would abandon it first.
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White wine and red wine have entirely different vocabularies for describing them, the man managed to describe an interesting effect of jargon more than a neurological effect.
Now the culture and the pomp and circumstance related to wine tasting are obvious bullshit. The fine grain hint of what-have-you, also shit.
Give us a link where they do it blindfolded. Give us a link where its reproduced. Where they haven't conflated a half dozen variables.
Idiotic soft science papers, GAH.
(Pardon my incoherent rage, please)
Baladar
Mad Scientist in Training
- Location
- Louisiana
Sonifri
Is this the face of a villain?
- Location
- Texas
Why would anyone think all wine tastes the same? They can be as different as vanilla and chocolate are. Sure comparing different brands of the same type of wine you might be able to fool people but nobody is going to screw up identifying that Sangria and Red Wine are different drinks.
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Frakir's brother
Goodbye.
- Location
- The Sea of Trees
The Investigator and the case of the missing brain. Look at the first page of the shadenight123 corner.
DBDrake
Totaly A Dragon
Haha, YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Karin and Henry are great; Way too alike AND too different to ever get along 100%.
I get the feeling that one reason story Henry is so composed and blase around nominally powerful people is he has the Standard in his head that is Karin With like Fire shooting out behind her and electric guitar and a flapping banner that says BAD ASS MOTHER on it and every time he sees something that should be threatening he contrasts them and goes 'pffffffff fuck off kid'
Karin and Henry are great; Way too alike AND too different to ever get along 100%.
I get the feeling that one reason story Henry is so composed and blase around nominally powerful people is he has the Standard in his head that is Karin With like Fire shooting out behind her and electric guitar and a flapping banner that says BAD ASS MOTHER on it and every time he sees something that should be threatening he contrasts them and goes 'pffffffff fuck off kid'
- Location
- Austria
Nothing mixed at all. Everybody has valid and reasonable reasons, from saints to Hitler (yes, yes, that law of Internets). Does not make it okay to be an asshole, just makes it understandable - which are different things.
Chapter Fifty-Six
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Fifty-Six
There was something in the air of the capital that made me grin and smile to myself. Going at it by flight was far quicker than using a carriage, and as I nimbly left Freedom to the stables by the gates, my hair went to its usual camouflaged green state, which I then used to my great advantage to step into the Fairy Charming Inn. Very, very calmly I smiled and headed for the counter, my hands clasped together as I grinned in the direction of Scarron.
"Oh my! Mi Mademoiselle was starting to worry about you!" he giggled as he neared with a pitcher of his best red wine. "Have you been doing fine?"
"I have," I answered with a nod. "Though I've been having a bit of a snag recently," I said as I easily accepted the glass of red wine and drank half of it, the smile on my face taking on a mellower tone of happiness and bliss. "Someone's been following me, and I can't get a point on them," I acquiesced. "I'm pretty sure they're someone I know, but-" I shook my head, "They're making my life so difficult, tattling off where I've been. Can't a man enjoy a drink in peace, Scarron?"
"I wouldn't know about that, François," Scarron replied with a giggle rather than a chuckle, which while it was wrong, it still was endearingly honest to hear. "If you want, I can have a room prepared on the upper floors to drink alone?"
"Drinking alone is kind of sad," I remarked dryly. "Drinking is done to be merry, and to talk to other people," I grumbled. "If I wanted to drink alone I'd break the door of the cellar and drink straight from the barrel," I snorted, nursing the drink. "How are things going for you instead, Scarron?"
"My little girl's all grown up!" Scarron said with both of his hands clasped together to the side, "She's turned eight recently," there were tears in his eyes, "And she's already recoiling from daddy's kisses," he whimpered. "Why! That's so sad, isn't it!?"
I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief as I spoke, "Now, now, it's just a phase." I smiled gently. "I'm sure she'll grow out of it."
By the time I stepped out of my little oasis of wine and heavenly delight in sightseeing, I walked in the direction of the foreign goods shop. It was a nice day, and I had time before having to saddle up once more, so why not enjoy a bit of exotic goods? The shopkeeper grinned as soon as he saw me enter, "Oh, good evening my lord, may I interest you in a recently acquired exotic plant?"
I raised an eyebrow. "And what might it be?"
"From the lands of the east, it's a beautiful decorative plant-" and then I looked at the plant in question. It didn't matter what the man called it, because I was pretty sure I knew what it was by sight alone. I chuckled, and then shook my head. It was one thing to get coffee. It was another to return home with a potted plant of marijuana. I couldn't help the giggle though, even as I ordered the usual bag of coffee beans.
And then I stopped, and looked at the exotic decorative plant once more.
...
This is a sign of the gods, isn't it?
Then, I'll gladly take this, if you won't mind. Who am I to refuse the offer from the gods to solve my present conundrum?
As I walked out with a potted plant of pot in my arm, the bag of coffee beans in the other, I already had a glorious idea for how to solve the problem of my mother's incredibly lacking leniency.
I'd stone her into compliance, and by stone I didn't mean I'd throw rocks at her. No, I'd get her so stoned she would be able to lift her wand, and maybe, who knows, she might turn lax?
When I returned home later that evening, I whistled innocently enough, even though my mother's disapproving glare at dinner told me she knew that I had simply avoided coming back once the task had been over with. Still, I smiled.
"You must have come up with a nice trick, if you are feeling this confident," Karin said after dinner as we gathered in the courtyard, her wand raised just like mine, even as I nodded and quietly used telekinesis to drag the potted plant from the sides of the courtyard -where I had left it- in front of me. Karin's eyebrows rose. "That's...a plant. Without flowers."
"Nothing deadly, I hope," Pierre piped in from the sides, to which I snorted.
"As much as I dislike mother's draconian temperament, I'm not so angry I wish to see her dead," and as I dutifully said that, I lit on fire the whole pot before swiftly throwing it forth with another gust of wind, even before Pierre gave the start to the duel in question. The air hammer easily smashed into bits the incoming projectile, but by then my wand had already gathered the air currents to fully burn the marijuana more, creating a thick dense white fog held within its confines, and which Karin easily avoided.
Only for it to explode in all directions as I quietly sidestepped an incoming air blade by using a half-formed air hammer to deflect the attack.
"Creating fog to obscure my vision is one thing," Karin said. "But if you think this will be enough-"
I hummed, and then kept my defensive pattern as the fog dispersed in the air, Karin looking no worse for the wear.
To buzz someone, one needed a hot box situation. Thus, the air around her gathered the fog once more at my command, and threw it back right against her face. She might have not noticed, or she might have noticed and not cared, since it felt like smoke and nothing more, but as I dodged another slicing air blade, this one came with a tiny bit of strength more than previously. It was then that I realized the folly of this plan.
Karin needed to stay concentrated in order to keep her power in check.
I was slowly eroding her concentration.
"Go big brother! Go!" Louise said excitedly, Henrietta joining her too as Cattleya simply cheered every time I dodged a blade, or an air hammer. I had gotten really good at dodging those blows, or softening them up with a counter.
"Why you-" Karin growled suddenly, and then swished her wand down. The incoming blade of air actually cracked the ground, to which I answered in turn as my heart skipped a beat, rising up to my throat.
"Air blade!" I roared back, my own blade of wind pulsing forth before I took the battle to the close range quarters. Karin might have been old, but I had the feeling that after that one time I had fought her in close combats, she had begun practicing her swordsmanship once more. It was evident by how her attacks came with far more fierceness and precision than before, the sparks of blades intersecting mixed with the noise of my barely audible words meant for a chant.
It wasn't a current of air as much as a freighter train that hit me suddenly in all of my body, sending me to skid backwards right on the opposite side of the courtyard. My back hit the ground and as I skidded across it, I came to a halt on the opposite side, gasping for air.
"So it's-" Pierre began, only for me to stand back up.
"Not bleeding yet!" I said, dusting myself off. "And since I'm not bleeding, we can go on!"
"Very well," Karin said with a light giggling noise that made me blink, just as much as it made Pierre blink too. Even Cattleya couldn't help but stare at the giggle that had left Karin's mouth. The broken remains of the potted plant were near her, and as the smoke it emitted had kept on pouring out, she had breathed it in herself, the exertion from the sword-fighting forcing her to use her mouth to breath.
I stared. This was-no, no, not good.
Small currents of air began to form as Karin's eyes narrowed, her cheeks red as she understood just what she had done. Then she looked at the burning plant, and realization dawned on her that it was the plant's fault, which in turn meant that it was my fault.
"Unforgivable," she said darkly, her wand pointed straight at me. "Henry, this is...unforgivable."
"Oh merciful earth, save me in the name of the Founder!" I yelled, but even as I tried to disappear below the ground, strong winds started to gather to rip me away from it, "Oh merciful earth! Merciful earth! Merciful earth!" a small column of dirt rose up as I felt like a child being pulled out by the scruff of the neck from the water, if with far more unyielding strength.
Then, suddenly, the wind arms stopped their hold as I dropped down through the poorly constructed column of dirt and mud, which collapsed under my weight as I landed on the ground, my entire body sore.
"Still not bleeding?" Pierre asked carefully from the sides, to which I replied with a thumb-up of sorts and a groan. "Still not bleeding." Somehow, he wasn't happy about that.
"Where did I go wrong?" Karin said, "One would expect a duel to be something honorable, but this underhanded trickery! In front of her highness too! I'm ashamed of you, Henry! Ashamed! My little wubbly-Henry can't be this shameful, I didn't grow you up like this-" as she spoke, I blinked. She blinked in turn, and then lifted her wand once more to utterly pulverize the plant. "I said nothing," she said quite firmly.
"She said nothing," Pierre nodded most wisely.
I began to laugh, shaking my head as I stood back up and began to slowly near her. "Mother, you're the best."
"Eh?" one of Karin's flawless locks of hair fell out of position as her cheeks turned red. "That's-Henry! You shouldn't say stuff like that-though I'm a bit happy about it to be honest," she fidgeted with her fingers, and I was sure that I was either hallucinating, or whatever form of marijuana they grew in the far-east had to be magically enhanced to absurd degrees. "Why am I saying this sort of stuff? I destroyed the plant didn't I?" she looked at Pierre, "Pierre! Our son's so shrewd-he took that from you, didn't he?"
"I swear I had nothing to do with this," Pierre said, "but Henry...tell me the name of that plant and where you bought it later, will you?" he mouthed the last part, but still Karin saw it and narrowed her eyes.
"You're all so unforgivable," she grumbled. "You're sleeping on the floor, Pierre. And as for you, Henry, you'll be going without wine for the rest of your life if I have any power over it!"
"Of course mother, of course, you're the wisest in the family after all," I said offhandedly as I was already close to her, "if it weren't for you, the whole family would be lost," I hummed as I swiftly went for a feint, her swordwand coming up as a reflex, to which I answered by swatting it away and closing the distance for a quick peck on her forehead. "That's why I love you lots, mom!" I said with the brightest, most childish tone I could ever manage.
The next second, my absolute victory was declared through virtue of Karin's absolutely paralyzed brain.
Take the Tsundere, disarm the Tsun-potential, hit on the Dere side.
I then calmly walked back towards the traumatized expressions of Pierre, Cattleya and Louise, while Henrietta was blissfully unaware of the amount of steel balls one would require to do such a thing, and thus simply clapped with joy at such a show of mother-son affection.
"Son..." Pierre said as he stared at the utterly paralyzed Karin. "I think you broke your mother."
"You think she'll allow me to go back to school next year?" I remarked offhandedly, to which Pierre chuckled.
"I think she will, if nothing else because she won't be able to calm down otherwise," Pierre said.
"So brother won?" Louise said, and to that, I grinned and bent down towards her.
"Go hug mother and tell her how much you love her, Lulu," I whispered into her ear, "She's going to love it."
Louise beamed me a smile and rushed to do just that. As the sound of a strangled, half-choked dying woman soon reached my ears mixed with the noise of shame, I couldn't help but start to chuckle.
"Brother..." Cattleya mumbled, "That's so cruel of you."
She then stood up from her wheelchair, and smiled. "I'll go too!"
I sighed, and watched as the dying noises of Karin's poor self-control burned down with the shame of being hugged by her two daughters, while in the presence of the princess.
Meanwhile, I simply smiled.
Revenge truly was a dish best served with hugs and fluff.
There was something in the air of the capital that made me grin and smile to myself. Going at it by flight was far quicker than using a carriage, and as I nimbly left Freedom to the stables by the gates, my hair went to its usual camouflaged green state, which I then used to my great advantage to step into the Fairy Charming Inn. Very, very calmly I smiled and headed for the counter, my hands clasped together as I grinned in the direction of Scarron.
"Oh my! Mi Mademoiselle was starting to worry about you!" he giggled as he neared with a pitcher of his best red wine. "Have you been doing fine?"
"I have," I answered with a nod. "Though I've been having a bit of a snag recently," I said as I easily accepted the glass of red wine and drank half of it, the smile on my face taking on a mellower tone of happiness and bliss. "Someone's been following me, and I can't get a point on them," I acquiesced. "I'm pretty sure they're someone I know, but-" I shook my head, "They're making my life so difficult, tattling off where I've been. Can't a man enjoy a drink in peace, Scarron?"
"I wouldn't know about that, François," Scarron replied with a giggle rather than a chuckle, which while it was wrong, it still was endearingly honest to hear. "If you want, I can have a room prepared on the upper floors to drink alone?"
"Drinking alone is kind of sad," I remarked dryly. "Drinking is done to be merry, and to talk to other people," I grumbled. "If I wanted to drink alone I'd break the door of the cellar and drink straight from the barrel," I snorted, nursing the drink. "How are things going for you instead, Scarron?"
"My little girl's all grown up!" Scarron said with both of his hands clasped together to the side, "She's turned eight recently," there were tears in his eyes, "And she's already recoiling from daddy's kisses," he whimpered. "Why! That's so sad, isn't it!?"
I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief as I spoke, "Now, now, it's just a phase." I smiled gently. "I'm sure she'll grow out of it."
By the time I stepped out of my little oasis of wine and heavenly delight in sightseeing, I walked in the direction of the foreign goods shop. It was a nice day, and I had time before having to saddle up once more, so why not enjoy a bit of exotic goods? The shopkeeper grinned as soon as he saw me enter, "Oh, good evening my lord, may I interest you in a recently acquired exotic plant?"
I raised an eyebrow. "And what might it be?"
"From the lands of the east, it's a beautiful decorative plant-" and then I looked at the plant in question. It didn't matter what the man called it, because I was pretty sure I knew what it was by sight alone. I chuckled, and then shook my head. It was one thing to get coffee. It was another to return home with a potted plant of marijuana. I couldn't help the giggle though, even as I ordered the usual bag of coffee beans.
And then I stopped, and looked at the exotic decorative plant once more.
...
This is a sign of the gods, isn't it?
Then, I'll gladly take this, if you won't mind. Who am I to refuse the offer from the gods to solve my present conundrum?
As I walked out with a potted plant of pot in my arm, the bag of coffee beans in the other, I already had a glorious idea for how to solve the problem of my mother's incredibly lacking leniency.
I'd stone her into compliance, and by stone I didn't mean I'd throw rocks at her. No, I'd get her so stoned she would be able to lift her wand, and maybe, who knows, she might turn lax?
When I returned home later that evening, I whistled innocently enough, even though my mother's disapproving glare at dinner told me she knew that I had simply avoided coming back once the task had been over with. Still, I smiled.
"You must have come up with a nice trick, if you are feeling this confident," Karin said after dinner as we gathered in the courtyard, her wand raised just like mine, even as I nodded and quietly used telekinesis to drag the potted plant from the sides of the courtyard -where I had left it- in front of me. Karin's eyebrows rose. "That's...a plant. Without flowers."
"Nothing deadly, I hope," Pierre piped in from the sides, to which I snorted.
"As much as I dislike mother's draconian temperament, I'm not so angry I wish to see her dead," and as I dutifully said that, I lit on fire the whole pot before swiftly throwing it forth with another gust of wind, even before Pierre gave the start to the duel in question. The air hammer easily smashed into bits the incoming projectile, but by then my wand had already gathered the air currents to fully burn the marijuana more, creating a thick dense white fog held within its confines, and which Karin easily avoided.
Only for it to explode in all directions as I quietly sidestepped an incoming air blade by using a half-formed air hammer to deflect the attack.
"Creating fog to obscure my vision is one thing," Karin said. "But if you think this will be enough-"
I hummed, and then kept my defensive pattern as the fog dispersed in the air, Karin looking no worse for the wear.
To buzz someone, one needed a hot box situation. Thus, the air around her gathered the fog once more at my command, and threw it back right against her face. She might have not noticed, or she might have noticed and not cared, since it felt like smoke and nothing more, but as I dodged another slicing air blade, this one came with a tiny bit of strength more than previously. It was then that I realized the folly of this plan.
Karin needed to stay concentrated in order to keep her power in check.
I was slowly eroding her concentration.
"Go big brother! Go!" Louise said excitedly, Henrietta joining her too as Cattleya simply cheered every time I dodged a blade, or an air hammer. I had gotten really good at dodging those blows, or softening them up with a counter.
"Why you-" Karin growled suddenly, and then swished her wand down. The incoming blade of air actually cracked the ground, to which I answered in turn as my heart skipped a beat, rising up to my throat.
"Air blade!" I roared back, my own blade of wind pulsing forth before I took the battle to the close range quarters. Karin might have been old, but I had the feeling that after that one time I had fought her in close combats, she had begun practicing her swordsmanship once more. It was evident by how her attacks came with far more fierceness and precision than before, the sparks of blades intersecting mixed with the noise of my barely audible words meant for a chant.
It wasn't a current of air as much as a freighter train that hit me suddenly in all of my body, sending me to skid backwards right on the opposite side of the courtyard. My back hit the ground and as I skidded across it, I came to a halt on the opposite side, gasping for air.
"So it's-" Pierre began, only for me to stand back up.
"Not bleeding yet!" I said, dusting myself off. "And since I'm not bleeding, we can go on!"
"Very well," Karin said with a light giggling noise that made me blink, just as much as it made Pierre blink too. Even Cattleya couldn't help but stare at the giggle that had left Karin's mouth. The broken remains of the potted plant were near her, and as the smoke it emitted had kept on pouring out, she had breathed it in herself, the exertion from the sword-fighting forcing her to use her mouth to breath.
I stared. This was-no, no, not good.
Small currents of air began to form as Karin's eyes narrowed, her cheeks red as she understood just what she had done. Then she looked at the burning plant, and realization dawned on her that it was the plant's fault, which in turn meant that it was my fault.
"Unforgivable," she said darkly, her wand pointed straight at me. "Henry, this is...unforgivable."
"Oh merciful earth, save me in the name of the Founder!" I yelled, but even as I tried to disappear below the ground, strong winds started to gather to rip me away from it, "Oh merciful earth! Merciful earth! Merciful earth!" a small column of dirt rose up as I felt like a child being pulled out by the scruff of the neck from the water, if with far more unyielding strength.
Then, suddenly, the wind arms stopped their hold as I dropped down through the poorly constructed column of dirt and mud, which collapsed under my weight as I landed on the ground, my entire body sore.
"Still not bleeding?" Pierre asked carefully from the sides, to which I replied with a thumb-up of sorts and a groan. "Still not bleeding." Somehow, he wasn't happy about that.
"Where did I go wrong?" Karin said, "One would expect a duel to be something honorable, but this underhanded trickery! In front of her highness too! I'm ashamed of you, Henry! Ashamed! My little wubbly-Henry can't be this shameful, I didn't grow you up like this-" as she spoke, I blinked. She blinked in turn, and then lifted her wand once more to utterly pulverize the plant. "I said nothing," she said quite firmly.
"She said nothing," Pierre nodded most wisely.
I began to laugh, shaking my head as I stood back up and began to slowly near her. "Mother, you're the best."
"Eh?" one of Karin's flawless locks of hair fell out of position as her cheeks turned red. "That's-Henry! You shouldn't say stuff like that-though I'm a bit happy about it to be honest," she fidgeted with her fingers, and I was sure that I was either hallucinating, or whatever form of marijuana they grew in the far-east had to be magically enhanced to absurd degrees. "Why am I saying this sort of stuff? I destroyed the plant didn't I?" she looked at Pierre, "Pierre! Our son's so shrewd-he took that from you, didn't he?"
"I swear I had nothing to do with this," Pierre said, "but Henry...tell me the name of that plant and where you bought it later, will you?" he mouthed the last part, but still Karin saw it and narrowed her eyes.
"You're all so unforgivable," she grumbled. "You're sleeping on the floor, Pierre. And as for you, Henry, you'll be going without wine for the rest of your life if I have any power over it!"
"Of course mother, of course, you're the wisest in the family after all," I said offhandedly as I was already close to her, "if it weren't for you, the whole family would be lost," I hummed as I swiftly went for a feint, her swordwand coming up as a reflex, to which I answered by swatting it away and closing the distance for a quick peck on her forehead. "That's why I love you lots, mom!" I said with the brightest, most childish tone I could ever manage.
The next second, my absolute victory was declared through virtue of Karin's absolutely paralyzed brain.
Take the Tsundere, disarm the Tsun-potential, hit on the Dere side.
I then calmly walked back towards the traumatized expressions of Pierre, Cattleya and Louise, while Henrietta was blissfully unaware of the amount of steel balls one would require to do such a thing, and thus simply clapped with joy at such a show of mother-son affection.
"Son..." Pierre said as he stared at the utterly paralyzed Karin. "I think you broke your mother."
"You think she'll allow me to go back to school next year?" I remarked offhandedly, to which Pierre chuckled.
"I think she will, if nothing else because she won't be able to calm down otherwise," Pierre said.
"So brother won?" Louise said, and to that, I grinned and bent down towards her.
"Go hug mother and tell her how much you love her, Lulu," I whispered into her ear, "She's going to love it."
Louise beamed me a smile and rushed to do just that. As the sound of a strangled, half-choked dying woman soon reached my ears mixed with the noise of shame, I couldn't help but start to chuckle.
"Brother..." Cattleya mumbled, "That's so cruel of you."
She then stood up from her wheelchair, and smiled. "I'll go too!"
I sighed, and watched as the dying noises of Karin's poor self-control burned down with the shame of being hugged by her two daughters, while in the presence of the princess.
Meanwhile, I simply smiled.
Revenge truly was a dish best served with hugs and fluff.
Somehow I think that was aimed at us.
- Location
- Ireland
Hahaha! Oh that's just great 
But on a serious note, you do realise she is going to mangle you now?
Ps: Henry didn't draw blood right?
But on a serious note, you do realise she is going to mangle you now?
Ps: Henry didn't draw blood right?
Maybe we're looking at it wrong? Maybe the darkness is there, but hidden.
Maybe we should look at it from Karin's perspective.
.IronSun.
I don't descriminate, I hate all of you equally.
- Location
- IN UR BASE, PUNCHIN UR DOODZ
*falls out of forklift*
Probably shouldn't be reading at work
If you leave right now you can probably make it almost all the way to the other side of Germania before Karin inevitably catches your sorry ass and kicks it all the way home whereupon she will have it healed before kicking it some more.
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Kehehehehehehehehe~
Magnificence! TRULY MAGNIFICENCE!
Magnificence! TRULY MAGNIFICENCE!
SlugSLinger
Seeker of Originality
- Location
- Somewhere in the Jungles of S.E.A
Karin. Stoned. Karin the Heavy Wind. Stoned. I'm laughing myself to sleep tonight, damn the looks my roommates send me.
Oh I am slain!
Wynaut?
- Location
- Tatooine
Oh man. At this point, I can't figure out whether Shade has been setting up for this since dozens of chapters ago, had a sudden stroke of brilliant silliness, or both. The results were certainly quite amusing.
