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No, I didn't eat any paper cookies to solve the problem. In fact, I think I'm out of cookies.

 

You shoulda kept a padlock on that cookie jar my man, you never know when those nasty cookie thieves will come outta the woodwork to steal your hard-earned chocolate chip delight.

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You shoulda kept a padlock on that cookie jar my man, you never know when those nasty cookie thieves will come outta the woodwork to steal your hard-earned chocolate chip delight.

 

But I prefer oreos... And we don't even have a cookie jar...


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I just woke up, gonna head back to the Convention here today, and hopefully things go well. I got good sleep last night, so I'm happy about that.

 

So what is going on in here right now?


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I just woke up, gonna head back to the Convention here today, and hopefully things go well. I got good sleep last night, so I'm happy about that.

 

So what is going on in here right now?

So I dreamt that my family was in a different house that had a lot of AC vents, all of which of various sizes, and I can remember easily adding more vents as needed and that the ceiling and the vents were really dirty. Then the dream transformed into the set for Sarcasm with Seamus and there was furniture arranged such that there was a stool and a chair, and between the two of them, I kept thinking about a staircase between two of them, and finally, the dream transformed into me looking for lego parts and realising that my sister kept eating them.

 

One of the things I can remember was one of those lego brick separators, and that two of them cost 60 dollars.


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Does the site work now? I haven't been posting because it's been way too slow, but I hope it works.

 

Anyone here?


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No, I was sleeping.

 

I like getting sleep, I don't like being tired. Though I hate why I have to sleep, as I struggle to get to bed, and it annoys me EVERY NIGHT! D: D:


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Is this thread dying? This thread better not be dying. I swear to Luna if this thread dies, I'll... I'll blame Ganaram. XD

 

Hey!!! I flushed this time!!!

 

Nah; I've been busy and connection's just terrible at my house. My Internet connection in general has always been terrible; outside the house is better, though.

 

But I don't have an entity to swear to.

 

And I just got home, too. By the way, I found myself with 500 quadrillion cookies.


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Hey!!! I flushed this time!!!

 

Nah; I've been busy and connection's just terrible at my house. My Internet connection in general has always been terrible; outside the house is better, though.

 

But I don't have an entity to swear to.

 

And I just got home, too. By the way, I found myself with 500 quadrillion cookies.

Well, make sure that flushing tokk care of it all!

 

And I understand, internet is shit here, too.

 

And you could always swear to the internet god celing cat, if you want.

 

And HOLY FREAKING BALLS THAT IS A LOT OF COOKIES!!!

 

Also, just watch the Did You Know Gaming on the Dragon Quest series... the puff puff club in DQVIII makes me laugh. XD


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Well, make sure that flushing tokk care of it all!

 

And I understand, internet is shit here, too.

 

And you could always swear to the internet god celing cat, if you want.

 

And HOLY FREAKING BALLS THAT IS A LOT OF COOKIES!!!

 

Also, just watch the Did You Know Gaming on the Dragon Quest series... the puff puff club in DQVIII makes me laugh. XD

 

Yeah, I flushed my cache, now I have to call the septic tank people to, 1, reclaim the cookies I had for Cookie Clicker, and B, it's jammed with 500 quadrillion cookies and I need to get it drained again. There's no way that thing's working with a butt^2load of cookies. I mean, really, there's so much cookies in there that it's practically cookies that are flowing out of my showerhead right now, and that doesn't make any sense in terms of plumbing.

 

As I was coming home, I was talking about how safe it would be to be wearing a metal suit in a thunderstorm, too...

 

Ehh, I'd prefer to be atheist in that regard. At least the pantheon of technology gods aren't smiting me this time.

 

I never heard of that game/thing...?


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Alternate timeline?

 

That could explain why I was dreaming of imagining one of my characters saying "Granpda, I always feel alone".

Did I timetarvel too much that time restarted? That would make sense. People have weird hair here.


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Need some quick advice about a homework assignment. Writing a "sequel" to The Most Dangerous Game. I'm pretty much done with writing, but it's extremely short (only a page long) and I don't know how it will be received or whether or not people will know what I am trying to say through it.

 

It'd be very helpful if someone had some spare time and just took a look and tell me what you think the ending signifies, if you got anything at all out of it.

 

 

Rainsford woke after only four hours. There was something that had awoken him— no dream, not the thick layer of dirt that stuff coated his body, but perhaps an inner tingling emotion— he could not tell.

He decided to ignore it.

He pushed the covers away and and raised his eyes to the ceiling. They traveled the wall for a good few seconds before arching up to the engraved plaster above him. It had been three days since he’d properly laid eyes on such a display of wealth, but that made the sight of smooth, polished alabaster all the more welcoming.

Rainsford felt no motivation, however, to see what else awaited him in… in his new home, he supposed; there was nowhere else he could go. Rather, there was a small sense of gratitude in him… a hollow feeling, thankfulness of being alone— his long hell was over.

Knowing this did not make the experience any better.

He could sit here and do nothing or try to make something productive of the day. There were likely some people in the cellar, training or stockpiling food or whatever sick training it was that Zaroff put them through— and there was also an entire jungle to explore, one he could not possibly have fully traversed in three days of desperate hiding, one that surely contained more acceptable types of game than the basement. And there was also this bed— a fine silken thing, better than anything he had seen even as an established hunter, a celebrity among those who practiced the craft. A part of him wondered how the general had managed to obtain such a fine piece of work. This was not a thought he cared to address.

Rainsford forced himself from the bed and felt a stiffness, a sharp crease of pain as his sweaty back peeled away from the sheets. There was a third option, he realized: he could call for help (surely among all this finery there was a telephone, at the very least a radio through which Zaroff had ordered his quarry). He could find help, free the miserable souls a floor or two beneath him. He would be, by all definitions (except that of animal rights activists— and perhaps even Whitney, the soft old fool), a hero.

Unless… what had he done with the general? Rainsford did not care to look. The room around him was immaculate, for the most part— at least it was considering the standard of life he’d endured the last few days: there were faint muddied tracks leading over to the bed and boots lazily discarded beside it, but there was no sign of blood or a struggle or the fight he so clearly remembered from the night before.

Rainsford stopped his thoughts here. There was a faint stirring of emotion from the back of his mind— a distant anger, like that of an animal— but the feeling did nothing but paw meekly at the hard wall of conscious thought. He would not remember.

He lifted himself from the bed and brought himself to the edge of the door, leaving his boots scattered across the floor and the muddy prints unhidden. He supposed it would be better— “proper”— to arrange the room into some sense of order, but he felt no desire to do this. He felt little desire to do anything.

He ate a breakfast of polenta and called it a day.

 

 

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Morning. Just fed the cat now she is stood in the corner of my room playing with a piece of cardboard.

I'm totally still alive. Yeah. Sup everypony? Been playing Persona 3 all day long. =w=

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