I play sober, because when I play drunk, bad things happen... usually children.
So then this is a bad time to remind you about how you were totally drunk like two nights ago, told me about something involving large metal instruments of torture, and then I woke up today and found a Krux in my bloodline?
I play sober, because when I play drunk, bad things happen... usually children.
So then this is a bad time to remind you about how you were totally drunk like two nights ago, told me about something involving large metal instruments of torture, and then I woke up today and found a Krux in my bloodline?
I saw that post woman, you want child support you go look up @Jonathin and get him for it. I'm not so virile or potent that I break the laws of causality by knocking you up before anything happened.
I play sober, because when I play drunk, bad things happen... usually children.
So then this is a bad time to remind you about how you were totally drunk like two nights ago, told me about something involving large metal instruments of torture, and then I woke up today and found a Krux in my bloodline?
I saw that post woman, you want child support you go look up @Jonathin and get him for it. I'm not so virile or potent that I break the laws of causality by knocking you up before anything happened.
He's broke. I checked. I thought maybe he was hiding his fortune in Targossas still, but nope. I don't want my son to grow up and only inherit a slutty cookie jar.
You place both hands on either side of Proficy's head and stare straight into his eyes. Summoning all your knowledge of the occult mysteries, you will your knowledge into Proficy's mind.
You see Dread Legate Proficy, the Merciful shout, "No, it cannot be true! I cannot accept it! I beg of you to make it stop!"
You forcefully thrust the palm of your hand in the direction of Proficy and a brilliant orange light bursts forth, bringing him to his knees. The fiery luminescence engulfs Proficy's head momentarily, exploding in a brilliant display from the back of his skull, leaving nothing but a mindless corpse behind.
You have slain Proficy.
Tharos, the Announcer of Delos shouts, "I'm afraid it is true after all Proficy! Iakimen and Santar are battling it out."
I play sober, because when I play drunk, bad things happen... usually children.
So then this is a bad time to remind you about how you were totally drunk like two nights ago, told me about something involving large metal instruments of torture, and then I woke up today and found a Krux in my bloodline?
I saw that post woman, you want child support you go look up @Jonathin and get him for it. I'm not so virile or potent that I break the laws of causality by knocking you up before anything happened.
He's broke. I checked. I thought maybe he was hiding his fortune in Targossas still, but nope. I don't want my son to grow up and only inherit a slutty cookie jar.
I play sober, because when I play drunk, bad things happen... usually children.
So then this is a bad time to remind you about how you were totally drunk like two nights ago, told me about something involving large metal instruments of torture, and then I woke up today and found a Krux in my bloodline?
I saw that post woman, you want child support you go look up @Jonathin and get him for it. I'm not so virile or potent that I break the laws of causality by knocking you up before anything happened.
He's broke. I checked. I thought maybe he was hiding his fortune in Targossas still, but nope. I don't want my son to grow up and only inherit a slutty cookie jar.
Is that like a cupcake party platter?
It's my SoW cookie jar!
I am retired and log into the forums maybe once every 2 months. It was a good 20 years, live your best lives, friends.
He's broke. I checked. I thought maybe he was hiding his fortune in Targossas still, but nope. I don't want my son to grow up and only inherit a slutty cookie jar.
Is that like a cupcake party platter?
No it's a cookie jar that gets around spreading it's free love. it has brownies and biscotti but no muffins...
(Fledglings): Sevren says, "Oh! I almost made adherent?"
(Fledglings): Erhon says, "Something!"
(Fledglings): Sevren says, "Or did I almost make a scorch mark where I used to stand?"
(Fledglings): Erhon says, "Black dragon, you'd have been a puddle of goo."
(Fledglings): Sevren says, "Oh, no sir Erhon. I'm no dragon."
(Fledglings): Sevren says, "I can understand the confusion though."
(Fledglings):
Sevren says, "And on that note, I really need pants. there's a lot of
snow here and little Sev isn't enjoying this. I'll be back when I find
attire suitable for one of my nobility."
(Fledglings): You say, "...little Sev, heh."
(Fledglings): You say, "Do get pants, dear."
(Fledglings): Althena says, "Tiny little itsy bitsy Sev."
(Fledglings): Sevren says, "He was big Sev before the snow worked it's magic."
(Fledglings): Althena says, "Was was he in the snow?"
Aldair d'Vast, Augur of Light says in Targossian, "It was pointed out to me by our Admiral that it was slightly unfair of me to crack the whip on those who I did not feel were actively contributing to the city if we had not specified what precisely it was they should be doing that they were not."
A wry smile flits across Halos's lips.
Aldair d'Vast, Augur of Light says in Targossian, "As much as I enjoy unjustified whip cracking, I decided we might try it his way a bit first. And then crack the whip."
Seeing
how bad things have been happening with M., perhaps you should
reconsider your rash decision in enemying another M., that is me, M.,
you know, is M.
Halp, someone translate for me please! I think she's trying to tell me who M is.
"Mummy, I'm hungry, but there's no one to eat! :C"
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Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
That's just really funny!
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
Penwize has cowardly forfeited the challenge to mortal combat issued by Atalkez.
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Right but then you brought up babies... wait, I don't get reciprocated rice feeding? You Mhaldorian men are such selfish culinary lovers.
stopmakingmederailthisthreadguys.
So I will share with you what happens when I take on witty Proteges:
(Fledglings): Sevren says, "Would he?! best guardian ever."
(Fledglings): Sevren says, "[ @Ryldagh]'s the best guardian I've never met!"
(Fledglings): Sevren says, "And on that note, I really need pants. there's a lot of snow here and little Sev isn't enjoying this. I'll be back when I find attire suitable for one of my nobility."
Halp, someone translate for me please! I think she's trying to tell me who M is.
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