Croaks

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I used to own a forum that was affiliated with another forum that I was on. Some of the members joined from that forum, but eventually they died down, and we all went back to te original forum. Solution: don't make a forum.

Step 1: Extract Mercury from laptop.. Step 2: Get poisoned from the mercury. Step 3: Die. Step 4: ??? Step 5: Profit.

My pet, Peeve. He is an octopus. He just sits around my house all day, making adorable munching/squeaking noises as he eats with hi mouth opens. Afterwards, he sleeps.

I like to crush people's dreams.

I know! Get 2 wristbands. One blue, one orange, like Portal. Put one on each hand. Create a paradox. Implode universal universe.

What if it's an animal. Isn't that normal?

You sure? The play button is right there, and it says YouTube in the lower right corner.

I once had to do community service, don't know if that counts.

It controls your desktop? What if you use a mobile device before you go to sleep, which I am doing now?

Allow me: In the 1800s, the term, "swag" was used as slang for stolen goods. For example, "Hey, you got the swag?" In the 1930s-60s (or around that), the term was an acronym for an organization of secret homosexual men. It meant, "Secretly We Are Gay". Nowadays, it's a term for douchebags that think they're invincible. However, it might be okay if it involves Rainbow Dash.

"I'm Stephen," he said, "I ran into some armored vehicle." Stephen turned around and said, "I think we should get going now. Staying in one spot talking things over isn't gonna get us out of here." Steve walked down the hallway, the rest of the group trailing behind.

"Wander around until we find out what happened here," Stephen said, "By the way, were you guys in a wreck as well?"

Stephen kept turning around back and forth, hearing the voices of several different people. He saw a few crowding around, and he walked to them. Eventually everybody was in that little group. "Hello," he said, "anybody know what happened here? Who are you guys?"

As promised, Matthew Inman has posted pictures of the money he raised for charity. http://theoatmeal.com/blog/charity_money

Stephen turned around quickly at the sound of a voice. "Who's there?!" he called out.

Stephen walked around his bed after washing his face in the sink. Everything seemed broken. The machines on both sides of his bed were either broken, lying down, or gone. He was in a room by himself. he walked around again. Then he walked to the window. Something was covering them. He thought they were curtains, but when he felt them, they were metal plates screwed into the wall. "What the f-" he started, but was then interrupted by the legs of his bed falling apart, causing the bed to slam to the ground, uplifting a cloud of dust. I think I should leave, he thought. He walked to his door, coughing all the bit. He jiggled the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. He turned it harder, and it still wouldn't open. He backed up, preparing to ram it. He braced himself, then charged. Too bad the door opened itself just as he ran past, falling into a glass-covered floor, uplifting another cloud of dust. He got up and looked around. The hallway was empty so far. By now he could clearly see that a fire had befallen this place, but somehow, it reached none of their rooms. He turned all the way around, hoping he could see another soul.

Punch them in the FACE!

Stephen opened his eyes. Everything was calm, nice. He looked around, confused by his surroundings. "H-hello?" he called out to no one in particular, "Where am I?" A nurse walked in and said, "Hello, Steve. You had a pretty nasty car crash, and you were knocked out unconcsious." Now he remembered it. He ran into a peculiar armored truck. Possibly the one he heard from the radio. His eyelids felt heavy and he dozed off, sill covered in cuts from head to toe. ******************************* Stephen woke up again. Nothing was nice, an it was deathly quiet. "Nurse?" he called out. No answer. "Nurse?!" he called out again, still no answer. He pressed the button, but no one came. He then noticed something: the place looked abandoned. There were cracks in the walls, some lights flickered. He rubbed his face and noticed something: his cuts were all gone! Weird, he thought. He got up, pulled out the drawer in the side table by his bed, and found his clothes. He put them on, blue jeans, a belt, and a white T-shirt.