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Off Topic / Re: Ephialtes has returned.
« on: March 14, 2015, 06:26:04 AM »Stepped down from his position on February 16, 2014Oh stuff, that's 6 days before I joined Blockland!
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Off Topic / Re: List of Users from Each State (START UP YOUR BLF RELATIONSHIP TODAY)
« on: March 13, 2015, 10:59:22 AM »
I'm from Oregon.
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Games / Re: Binding Of Isaac: Rebirth Megathread: Breakfast? more like break fast.
« on: March 12, 2015, 07:34:17 AM »
Get bump'd.
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Forum Games / Re: YOU CRINGE YOU LOSE
« on: March 12, 2015, 12:27:38 AM »have a nice banWhat was it?
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Off Topic / Re: Nightmares and night sweats.
« on: March 10, 2015, 03:50:50 AM »
I had a dream in which all of my teeth fell out, and I choked on the last one.
When I woke up I couldn't breath for a few seconds.
When I woke up I couldn't breath for a few seconds.
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Off Topic / Re: Bad translator
« on: March 10, 2015, 12:15:34 AM »
"This translator is so bad!"
...43 translations later, Yandex gives us:
"What does this mean? okay!"
...43 translations later, Yandex gives us:
"What does this mean? okay!"
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Off Topic / Re: Ask Me Anything - Star Edition
« on: March 09, 2015, 11:50:44 PM »
Could you not?
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Forum Games / Re: YOU CRINGE YOU LOSE
« on: March 09, 2015, 04:07:06 PM »My ear itched so I itched it. Turns out there was a entrepreneur le in there. It popped and puss came out. There is also a pretty steady stream of blood.Cool story bro.
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Drama / Re: Stupid Bans, Kicks, and Mutes
« on: March 05, 2015, 01:06:48 AM »Someone should make a guide on how to be a good host, just the fact that we need this thread at all.How to be a good host 101:
1. Make rules.
2. Enforce them.
3. ???
4. Profit.
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Off Topic / Re: Plot Generator v.∞ (this is the best loving thing ever)
« on: March 04, 2015, 10:12:37 PM »
I have successfully made a story out of random elements from the periodic table.
Two Titanium Uncles Iodine to the Beat
A Short Story
by Sodium Chloride
Boron Tantalum was thinking about Plutonium Zirconium again. Plutonium was a molybdenum cobalt with hydrogen lithium and sulfur strontium.
Boron walked over to the window and reflected on her bismuth surroundings. She had always loved indium tungsten with its impossible, innocent iron. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel mercury.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a molybdenum figure of Plutonium Zirconium.
Boron gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a fluorine, manganese, nickel drinker with magnesium lithium and chromium strontium. Her friends saw her as an anxious, average argon. Once, she had even brought a misty bromine back from the brink of death.
But not even a fluorine person who had once brought a misty bromine back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Plutonium had in store today.
The krypton teased like mendelevium gold, making Boron flerovium. Boron grabbed an oxygen copper that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Boron stepped outside and Plutonium came closer, she could see the cool glint in his eye.
"Look Boron," growled Plutonium, with a zinc glare that reminded Boron of molybdenum seaborgium. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want yttrium. You owe me 3054 nitrogen."
Boron looked back, even more flerovium and still fingering the oxygen copper. "Plutonium, helium," she replied.
They looked at each other with carbon feelings, like two hushed, hollow hassium aluminum at a very praseodymium calcium, which had neon music playing in the background and two titanium uncles iodine to the beat.
Suddenly, Plutonium lunged forward and tried to punch Boron in the face. Quickly, Boron grabbed the oxygen copper and brought it down on Plutonium's skull.
Plutonium's hydrogen lithium trembled and his sulfur strontium wobbled. He looked neodymium, his wallet raw like a thundering, talented tin.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Plutonium Zirconium was dead.
Boron Tantalum went back inside and made herself a nice drink of nickel.
THE END
Two Titanium Uncles Iodine to the Beat
A Short Story
by Sodium Chloride
Boron Tantalum was thinking about Plutonium Zirconium again. Plutonium was a molybdenum cobalt with hydrogen lithium and sulfur strontium.
Boron walked over to the window and reflected on her bismuth surroundings. She had always loved indium tungsten with its impossible, innocent iron. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel mercury.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a molybdenum figure of Plutonium Zirconium.
Boron gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a fluorine, manganese, nickel drinker with magnesium lithium and chromium strontium. Her friends saw her as an anxious, average argon. Once, she had even brought a misty bromine back from the brink of death.
But not even a fluorine person who had once brought a misty bromine back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Plutonium had in store today.
The krypton teased like mendelevium gold, making Boron flerovium. Boron grabbed an oxygen copper that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Boron stepped outside and Plutonium came closer, she could see the cool glint in his eye.
"Look Boron," growled Plutonium, with a zinc glare that reminded Boron of molybdenum seaborgium. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want yttrium. You owe me 3054 nitrogen."
Boron looked back, even more flerovium and still fingering the oxygen copper. "Plutonium, helium," she replied.
They looked at each other with carbon feelings, like two hushed, hollow hassium aluminum at a very praseodymium calcium, which had neon music playing in the background and two titanium uncles iodine to the beat.
Suddenly, Plutonium lunged forward and tried to punch Boron in the face. Quickly, Boron grabbed the oxygen copper and brought it down on Plutonium's skull.
Plutonium's hydrogen lithium trembled and his sulfur strontium wobbled. He looked neodymium, his wallet raw like a thundering, talented tin.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Plutonium Zirconium was dead.
Boron Tantalum went back inside and made herself a nice drink of nickel.
THE END
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Off Topic / Re: itt: we call each other vegetables
« on: March 04, 2015, 09:51:10 PM »
You're such a kohlrabi.
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Off Topic / Re: Plot Generator v.∞ (this is the best loving thing ever)
« on: March 04, 2015, 12:14:23 PM »
Quiet Amsterdam
A Short Story
by Table Salt
Gregory Superhalk had always loved quiet Amsterdam with its terrible, tasty trees. It was a place where he felt calm.
He was a controlling, peculiar, tea drinker with solid hands and ugly eyes. His friends saw him as a filthy, fat friend. Once, he had even helped a wandering deaf person recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.
Gregory walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. The wind blew like singing rats.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of richard Head. richard was a loving brute with ruddy hands and charming eyes.
Gregory gulped. He was not prepared for richard.
As Gregory stepped outside and richard came closer, he could see the gorgeous glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," richard bellowed, in a greedy tone. He slammed his fist against Gregory's chest, with the force of 5982 horses. "I frigging hate you, Gregory Superhalk."
Gregory looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the warped scissors. "richard, I hate you," he replied.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two tender, tired toads dancing at a very rude Halloween party, which had piano music playing in the background and two hungry uncles cooking to the beat.
Suddenly, richard lunged forward and tried to punch Gregory in the face. Quickly, Gregory grabbed the warped scissors and brought it down on richard's skull.
richard's ruddy hands trembled and his charming eyes wobbled. He looked afraid, his body raw like a tender, talented teapot.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later richard Head was dead.
Gregory Superhalk went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.
THE END
A Short Story
by Table Salt
Gregory Superhalk had always loved quiet Amsterdam with its terrible, tasty trees. It was a place where he felt calm.
He was a controlling, peculiar, tea drinker with solid hands and ugly eyes. His friends saw him as a filthy, fat friend. Once, he had even helped a wandering deaf person recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.
Gregory walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. The wind blew like singing rats.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of richard Head. richard was a loving brute with ruddy hands and charming eyes.
Gregory gulped. He was not prepared for richard.
As Gregory stepped outside and richard came closer, he could see the gorgeous glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," richard bellowed, in a greedy tone. He slammed his fist against Gregory's chest, with the force of 5982 horses. "I frigging hate you, Gregory Superhalk."
Gregory looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the warped scissors. "richard, I hate you," he replied.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two tender, tired toads dancing at a very rude Halloween party, which had piano music playing in the background and two hungry uncles cooking to the beat.
Suddenly, richard lunged forward and tried to punch Gregory in the face. Quickly, Gregory grabbed the warped scissors and brought it down on richard's skull.
richard's ruddy hands trembled and his charming eyes wobbled. He looked afraid, his body raw like a tender, talented teapot.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later richard Head was dead.
Gregory Superhalk went back inside and made himself a nice cup of tea.
THE END
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Help / Re: I can't Change My Pic
« on: March 03, 2015, 11:35:14 PM »
It only has about 6 frames...
That doesn't take hours...
That doesn't take hours...