Halfway to 5k was roughly 2000 pages ago, though.So!
We're almost halfway to 5000 pages!
How do y'all feel about that?
Halfway to 5k was roughly 2000 pages ago, though.So!
We're almost halfway to 5000 pages!
How do y'all feel about that?
So!
We're almost halfway to 5000 pages!
How do y'all feel about that?
Uguuuuuuuu
Oh dear, was I being unintentionally mean? I'm sorry, it wasn't meant to be; I was just observing that memes and in-jokes happen, and if something seems to come out of nowhere in one thread it probably has an origin in another thread, especially Discord in this case since so many people here hang out there.
"Gays are disgusting!" exclaimed the protestor.
"Nope, proof by adorableness," Sabrina brings up a video on her cellphone, where Madoka is feeding Homura, who is blushing bright red.
"They're an affront before the eyes of god!"
"Yeah, no, the pink-haired one is god. You're wrong, Q.E.D. Also, I improved your sign."
The sign now reads 'Yuri shall conquer the earth'
While the protestor is distracted, Sabrina flies away to have platonic gay snuggles with her sorta-girlfriend, and everything was better.
The end.
Nah, I think that Kai just found a funny picture, but didn't want to post it without attaching at least some text or some relationship to the thread, so came up with some context.
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It... kinda was? @Kaizuki posted it to chat first, but it didn't really get commented on there. (It was pretty out of nowhere there, too.)
So negotiations between Madoka and Yuma?Homuplomancy+Kyouplomancy, while one is reigned in by Madoka and other by Yuma?
That's...interesting picture, but I think Kyouko would expect to see us personally, what with us being almost her friend and all.
It is. Also, particles smaller than 2.5 um are invisible.I don't know if Brina's multitasking is up for that... so we should test it!![]()
Well, it'd start as tense, glare-filled negotiations between Homura and Kyoko, but then Madoka sees Yuma, says hi, and then five minutes later it's Madoka and Yuma cheerfully chatting away over ice cream sundaes while Homura and Kyoko sit on the sidelines, wondering what the heck just happened.
It's good fun.
Still half-asleep, so it took me a sec to realize that "um" is as close as someone on mobile can get to typing "μm" and you meant 2.5 micrometers rather than some sort of unit of measure of Jeff Goldblum verbal tics.
Still half-asleep, so it took me a sec to realize that "um" is as close as someone on mobile can get to typing "μm" and you meant 2.5 micrometers rather than some sort of unit of measure of Jeff Goldblum verbal tics.![]()
We don't need fission for that. We can just play relativistic baseball with it.I just wanted Sabrina to be able to chuck around tactical Grief NukesTM when Walmartnight finally arrives, to make that final battle suitably apocalyptic![]()
Something tells me that "Everything within roughly a mile of the park is leveled, and a firestorm engulfs the surrounding city." is not exactly our objective here...We don't need fission for that. We can just play relativistic baseball with it.
It's the same result we'd get if we tried using GriefNukesTM.Something tells me that "Everything within roughly a mile of the park is leveled, and a firestorm engulfs the surrounding city." is not exactly our objective here...
I can't recall this being mentioned. I was rereading the fluff and noticed that Sabrina chose the Mami colored chair.You flop over into one of the many chairs scattered about the room, this one a cheerful, sunshine yellow affair of wood.
We could do it in a Barrier. Science while on the job.Something tells me that "Everything within roughly a mile of the park is leveled, and a firestorm engulfs the surrounding city." is not exactly our objective here...
You never see an army kitted out like that, so it must be dead sneaky.
Eh, maybe, but honestly?
We bring Hope from Despair.
We wield Magic.
We steal, trade in, and manipulate Souls.
We devise machinations and plots of ever increasing complexity, to the point that we must devise yet more to address the inevitable conflicts between our preexisting plans.
We are unpredictable in the extreme, seemingly running off on tangents and getting distracted...because we have so many machinations and conflicting personalities that demand swift changes in mood and behavior, with no easily discernible outside cause.
We have a wings/bird motif.
Our faction's main colors are Blue, Purple, and Yellow.
Oh, and we're an abomination: A foreign and unnatural entity brought into being by the desires of humans in order to change the world and irrevocably distort fate.
We are a manifestation of the will of the one who is and is not Hope.
We are, essentially, a Daemon Prince of Tzeentch.
How big is the interior of most Barriers? Getting far enought away to not be caught in the blast radius might be tricky.
Have them wear red-colored grief armor then.No armor, though. The red shirts need to be visible, after all.
Just buy shirts that are a size too big and wear them over the armor. That's what I do.No armor, though. The red shirts need to be visible, after all.
You wear armor in real life?