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- Thu Sep 05, 2013 6:48 pm
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I find it interesting, I recently found out there's a nugget of truth to this statement. What with the "last hurrah of summer" attitude of the long weekend in the US, the travel costs associated, and other ephemeral concepts that even political scientists aren't quite sure they understand, Labor Day weekend, and especially that Monday, are renowned for being a time of heavy drama, and the levels of retaliation grow quickly to rather absurd levels; hackers make bank on Labor Day breaking into Facebooks and the like, hired goons generally can make good money as well, and I imagine that assassins have their share asCut me some slack, I was busy! The days after Labor Day are always busy for a campground manager/assassin, everyone knows that.
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- Thu Sep 05, 2013 4:50 pm
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- Thu Sep 05, 2013 4:06 pm
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Always a good way to cut straight to second-stage Gals. That passive-aggressive "I am worthless" bullshit he pulls in second stage is annoying as hell.Galspanic also likes to act dumber than he really is, but like mikeyG once said, the problem with acting dumb is that eventually people are going to start believing it.
- Thu Sep 05, 2013 4:05 pm
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- Tue Sep 03, 2013 7:51 pm
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Yeah, they did a good job making sure the set would lend itself well to the current meta... there's all sorts of cards I want to play with and I'm even thinking about firing up my ol' online account to draft some of them. I just dislike the hodgepodge of abilities they seem to be sticking on everything... which gives them flavor, but not the flavor they were shooting for; instead it just seems like every being on the plane is insane.
- Tue Sep 03, 2013 7:25 pm
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- Mon Sep 02, 2013 10:01 pm
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- Mon Sep 02, 2013 9:56 pm
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- Mon Sep 02, 2013 1:37 pm
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Pendelo dropped the heavy sack of worries on the floor of his hut. It landed with a squishy sound he tried not to be disgusted at. It struck him, as it always did, how different he was from those who filled his sack... they generally were more than happy to shit wherever they were, even on their food, and he pondered how disparate the idea of knighthood was from the reality. In truth, he was nothing but a babysitter, a garbageman; he knew more swinging a mop than a sword.
He turned, eyes rolling slowly towards the dragon, letting out a sigh of exhaustion as he did so. The dragon was laughing maniacally, seemingly at something it found eternally funny, billows of smoke erupting from its maw. Pendelos shrugged.
The dragon turned towards him. “Ha ha!” it said, a wave of rotted fish smell hitting him with the force of a thousand fireballs. “I have come to destroy all that was, and all that would be! Behold, I have
held captive the one you call damsel, Rabosi, just to let you watch as I burn her and her world to the ground! Tremble, knight, as I cast my flames to the whole of your world!”
Pendelo cast a glance over the dragon's shoulder. “She mus' be in za tower, zen? With all za oders you seek to destroy?” He said with a sexy Spanish accent.
“Indeed!” growled the dragon. “She and her world with burn!”
Pendelo sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. “An' how, exactly, will a fat fuck like you get in through dat tiny gate?”
“The fires of my rage will burn through all!” Screamed the dragon.
Pendelo resisted the urge to facepalm. “Your flames will burn through granite, eh?”
“I will turn the whole world to slag!” The dragon let out an epic howl of rage and flame, aimed to the sky.
“No, dar'gon, no,” Pendelo said. “Your rage will not win you dis day. Here, I have brought you the gift.” He pulled a large object out of the sack of worries he always carried.
“What is THAT!?” Yelled the dragon,
his reptilian eyes glowing with greed and pride.
“It is, how you say, a bomb.” The object, so small, beeped quietly against the din of the dragon's anger. It was wrapped in a shell of pure gold, and sparkled with the reflection of the magma pools that were a feature of the arid lands.
“A bomb! That is lunacy!”
“I did'a know that sanity was a prerequisite for da trophy.” Pendelo said, quizzically.
“You will be blown up! The tower will be blown up!”
Pendelo smirked. “Da tower is empty. They learned to dig, you see. Beneath the tower there are catacombs. Beneath the catacombs dere are caves. Beneath the caves dere are pools, connected to lakes. Dey are miles from here. As for me? I did'a know my survival was a prerequisite for da trophy.”
The dragon grabbed for the bomb. Pendelo barely flinched as the great thing's claw swiped it out of his hands. It reached back to throw the thing far away, but Pendelo interrupted.
“Can I ask one thing, dar'gon? Da one thing I can no understand is
how you never learned that giving is the key to victory. Why?”
The dragon turned its massive eye to the small figure standing on the packed earth.
The gift gave one final beep, then silence.
Then fire engulfed the world.
Pendelos lifted one charred eyelid. It appeared to be night now. By the glow of the magma pools, he glanced around, stood up painfully. He walked to where the dragon still lay; apparently the blast of the bomb had carried him quite a distance. He came upon it, looked it over: the poor thing had been horribly mangled by the blast. Its wings were simply gone, it's arm and most of its chest were nothing but a gaping wound of ripped hide and sinew.
It was awake. The thing followed his movements with its single working eye.
Finally, it spoke to him. “Does... does the tower yet stand?”
Pendelo glanced over his shoulder. “It does. Dere is some soot, but the rains will wash that away with time.”
The dragon let out a sigh of steam and pain. “I have failed.”
Pendelo smirked.
“Not entirely, dar'gon. Oders will hear of our efforts, and approve of dem. Eventually, one of those who live near da levee will know what must be done. Their end will come not by da fire, but by da flood.”
The dragon let out another sigh. “I am in great pain. I will die soon. You can have your fucking trophy.”
“Dat is up to you, dar'gon. You are a beast of great strength, and you will live if you want. I have seen you take worse.”
The dragon turned its great eye on him. “What the fuck are you doing, anyway? I am a scourge, why are you talking to me instead of stepping on my brain, ending me?”
Pendelo smiled wryly. “Da funny thing is I don't know. Perhaps I'm just a softy? I do love traditions a bit too much.”
The dragon smiled. It turned its attention to the sky. Suddenly, it spoke. “You are truly fucked up in the head, you know that? You need to like, see a specialist or something.”
“Well,” Pendelo said, “I guess it would take one to know one.”
Their mutual laughter at
themselves rang through the night sky, joining the symphony of gurgles and crickets that were the constant companion of all who traveled there.
The dragon, struggling now, gazed at the stars. “Do I die now? Is this the end?”
Pendelo was silent. He turned his attention upwards to the stars as well. Finally, he spoke. “Does it matter? It's been fun whether or not this is da end of da dar'gon.” He said. He smiled.
The end?
He turned, eyes rolling slowly towards the dragon, letting out a sigh of exhaustion as he did so. The dragon was laughing maniacally, seemingly at something it found eternally funny, billows of smoke erupting from its maw. Pendelos shrugged.
The dragon turned towards him. “Ha ha!” it said, a wave of rotted fish smell hitting him with the force of a thousand fireballs. “I have come to destroy all that was, and all that would be! Behold, I have
held captive the one you call damsel, Rabosi, just to let you watch as I burn her and her world to the ground! Tremble, knight, as I cast my flames to the whole of your world!”
Pendelo cast a glance over the dragon's shoulder. “She mus' be in za tower, zen? With all za oders you seek to destroy?” He said with a sexy Spanish accent.
“Indeed!” growled the dragon. “She and her world with burn!”
Pendelo sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. “An' how, exactly, will a fat fuck like you get in through dat tiny gate?”
“The fires of my rage will burn through all!” Screamed the dragon.
Pendelo resisted the urge to facepalm. “Your flames will burn through granite, eh?”
“I will turn the whole world to slag!” The dragon let out an epic howl of rage and flame, aimed to the sky.
“No, dar'gon, no,” Pendelo said. “Your rage will not win you dis day. Here, I have brought you the gift.” He pulled a large object out of the sack of worries he always carried.
“What is THAT!?” Yelled the dragon,
his reptilian eyes glowing with greed and pride.
“It is, how you say, a bomb.” The object, so small, beeped quietly against the din of the dragon's anger. It was wrapped in a shell of pure gold, and sparkled with the reflection of the magma pools that were a feature of the arid lands.
“A bomb! That is lunacy!”
“I did'a know that sanity was a prerequisite for da trophy.” Pendelo said, quizzically.
“You will be blown up! The tower will be blown up!”
Pendelo smirked. “Da tower is empty. They learned to dig, you see. Beneath the tower there are catacombs. Beneath the catacombs dere are caves. Beneath the caves dere are pools, connected to lakes. Dey are miles from here. As for me? I did'a know my survival was a prerequisite for da trophy.”
The dragon grabbed for the bomb. Pendelo barely flinched as the great thing's claw swiped it out of his hands. It reached back to throw the thing far away, but Pendelo interrupted.
“Can I ask one thing, dar'gon? Da one thing I can no understand is
how you never learned that giving is the key to victory. Why?”
The dragon turned its massive eye to the small figure standing on the packed earth.
The gift gave one final beep, then silence.
Then fire engulfed the world.
Pendelos lifted one charred eyelid. It appeared to be night now. By the glow of the magma pools, he glanced around, stood up painfully. He walked to where the dragon still lay; apparently the blast of the bomb had carried him quite a distance. He came upon it, looked it over: the poor thing had been horribly mangled by the blast. Its wings were simply gone, it's arm and most of its chest were nothing but a gaping wound of ripped hide and sinew.
It was awake. The thing followed his movements with its single working eye.
Finally, it spoke to him. “Does... does the tower yet stand?”
Pendelo glanced over his shoulder. “It does. Dere is some soot, but the rains will wash that away with time.”
The dragon let out a sigh of steam and pain. “I have failed.”
Pendelo smirked.
“Not entirely, dar'gon. Oders will hear of our efforts, and approve of dem. Eventually, one of those who live near da levee will know what must be done. Their end will come not by da fire, but by da flood.”
The dragon let out another sigh. “I am in great pain. I will die soon. You can have your fucking trophy.”
“Dat is up to you, dar'gon. You are a beast of great strength, and you will live if you want. I have seen you take worse.”
The dragon turned its great eye on him. “What the fuck are you doing, anyway? I am a scourge, why are you talking to me instead of stepping on my brain, ending me?”
Pendelo smiled wryly. “Da funny thing is I don't know. Perhaps I'm just a softy? I do love traditions a bit too much.”
The dragon smiled. It turned its attention to the sky. Suddenly, it spoke. “You are truly fucked up in the head, you know that? You need to like, see a specialist or something.”
“Well,” Pendelo said, “I guess it would take one to know one.”
Their mutual laughter at
themselves rang through the night sky, joining the symphony of gurgles and crickets that were the constant companion of all who traveled there.
The dragon, struggling now, gazed at the stars. “Do I die now? Is this the end?”
Pendelo was silent. He turned his attention upwards to the stars as well. Finally, he spoke. “Does it matter? It's been fun whether or not this is da end of da dar'gon.” He said. He smiled.
The end?
- Sun Sep 01, 2013 12:45 pm
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Sigh.
Survived Saturday night. Had to kick one of our best customers out because the Latino boyfriend was stealing from us and making a major nuisance of himself... I will miss her daily bikini yoga parties, and want to scream at the whole of the human species that we've moved beyond the point where getting the D is something that is worth that level of bullshit... had to work until midnight, and had the nightmares again, but I've survived day two. Two more to go.
Survived Saturday night. Had to kick one of our best customers out because the Latino boyfriend was stealing from us and making a major nuisance of himself... I will miss her daily bikini yoga parties, and want to scream at the whole of the human species that we've moved beyond the point where getting the D is something that is worth that level of bullshit... had to work until midnight, and had the nightmares again, but I've survived day two. Two more to go.
- Sat Aug 31, 2013 6:57 pm
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSNJ00iAZ7I
Because it should be in everyone's last will and testament to post epic raid music.
Because it should be in everyone's last will and testament to post epic raid music.
- Sat Aug 31, 2013 6:53 pm
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- Sat Aug 31, 2013 6:48 pm
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Man, the war being wages over e-votes is one of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen. When the debate starts inflating to "you're removing the rights from disabled veterans! Lt. Dan, you don't got new legs!" it's just epic facepalm time.So... you don't need all these electronic voting machines?
- Sat Aug 31, 2013 6:30 pm
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- Sat Aug 31, 2013 6:27 pm
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- Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:58 pm
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By the way guys, I just want to cover this real quick. My background includes an awful lot of volunteerism, so I'm hitting this petition from a pretty focused view; I will be canvasing my area to garner votes, and it is correct to do so. The idea is that, while you are only one vote, your ability (or clout) to get people to agree with you enough to cast their vote is like adding extra emphasis to how much you care about the subject. It isn't cheating, it's just a way to show you mean business... think of it like going door to door to collect donations for a cause you believe in.
The process is fairly simple: be direct, but low-key. Let them know the reason you're stumping, and let them know what they're getting into. I've had great success with "Hey guys, I know you don't care about this, but I do. Wanna help me out? I'm trying for the biggest nerd evah trophy. Seriously though, that guy hurt me real bad.
It takes about 2 minutes, and from what I've seen all that happens is you get one email in response which you can disregard. Your info is safe, change.org has a history of being overly defensive with their petitioner's info."
There's only two avenues to approach: approach them, or let them approach you. I'm having great success with the latter, as all I have to do is sit outside my unit with a bottle of rum and strangely enough people seem to be drawn to my plea.
The process is fairly simple: be direct, but low-key. Let them know the reason you're stumping, and let them know what they're getting into. I've had great success with "Hey guys, I know you don't care about this, but I do. Wanna help me out? I'm trying for the biggest nerd evah trophy. Seriously though, that guy hurt me real bad.
It takes about 2 minutes, and from what I've seen all that happens is you get one email in response which you can disregard. Your info is safe, change.org has a history of being overly defensive with their petitioner's info."
There's only two avenues to approach: approach them, or let them approach you. I'm having great success with the latter, as all I have to do is sit outside my unit with a bottle of rum and strangely enough people seem to be drawn to my plea.
- Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:30 pm
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Well, we're ol' war buddies, so you have to keep that in mind. Trust me on this, when you go into the trenches, you want to have a few Servos with you.You want Tom in everything?Tom's charm is something of an acquired taste, like hot peppers. Once you get used to the burn, though, you find yourself wanting it in everything.I don't.
And yes, I meant the plural.
We are all one within the Servo.
- Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:21 pm
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- Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:21 pm
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- Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:19 pm
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- Sat Aug 31, 2013 4:49 pm
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- Sat Aug 31, 2013 4:32 pm
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- Sat Aug 31, 2013 4:31 pm
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- Sat Aug 31, 2013 2:07 am
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJO35zU5bXgwe are the jews of magic.
- Fri Aug 30, 2013 11:07 pm
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- Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:59 pm
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- Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:57 pm
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Pendulum waits and watches, his mouse hovering over the area where the new thank for the post button will be. He wonders silently as he waits to thank for the post if his thanks for the post key will make it out of this alive.
Pendulum waits and watches, his mouse hovering over the area where the new thank for the post button will be. He wonders silently as he waits to thank for the post if his thanks for the post key will make it out of this alive.
- Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:55 pm
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Gah! That same ol' "I make the best damn cupcakes in Clay county, I should get to stab the homeless!" line again! Why are they so obsessed with partitioning people into the tropes of "good" and "bad" over there!?Except that G_R guy. We'll just pretend he never existed and mask him the fuck out of everywhere.Being an Admin isn't easy rather than rejoicing when people leave the community needs to remember that admins past present and future have dedicated a lot of time to make this site what it is and while everyone makes mistakes they also make positive contributions.
- Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:53 pm
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"It is the cruelest fate, to have written words that meant well - and see them made wicked and unwise. What was meant to encourage life - used instead to justify taking it! And so you see... that what was shall be again. So tell me. How is this better?"In celebration of my bank account not being constantly bogged down by marriage needs and bills anymore(and to distract myself from real-life sadness loosely related to such) I bought Assassin's Creed III today.
- Fri Aug 30, 2013 10:47 pm
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- Fri Aug 30, 2013 9:42 pm
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