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The furry fandom didn't invent hybrid animals or animals with multiple breasts Jesus forget Night Fox. Any normal person with even a passing knowledge of ancient western civilization from high school would recognize something like a centaur. Certainly anyone who has been to a farm or had a pregnant pet has seen six breasts.

Those creatures don't have the aesthetic feel of most furry creations I've seen. They were drawn human first with animals characteristics added after.
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Just so you guys know this youtube channel is involved. But I watched Him 2 days before I had the dream.
Channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4ToGRJNQFPFAphVOEgg0ag ( He's kinda decent )
Also, I quit being a brony around 2 years ago.
AAAALLLLSSOOO This all took place in my house except for part 2

The Dream Itself
So I feel asleep and found myself with the channel's OC. (I'll refer to the pony as Viva)
So I'm some stuffty mlp OC surrounded by other stuffty oc's and then viva says we have to get fat in order to defeat the main 6.(In some sort of war.)
We start eating candy and in around 20 minutes we look like this:

Thing is, I don't have a special interest for mlp or that kind of fat stuff. Anyway, after were finished becoming fat the mane 6 bust through the door, each about half as fat as we are. We do some trash talk and apple jack drinks apple cider and then melts. For some reason the rest was some sort of fat get together with a bunch of stuffty mlp oc's.

Part 2
Out of nowhere I look like jason vorhees and I'm transported to a mini game selection with the same stuffty mlp oc's. Except not fat as forget. I choose "Haunted getaway" and it wins. And we're all in a forest and are running away from a crazed murder happy pinkamena. It's around half the length of a football field and for some reason I'm the first one there in around 20 seconds. I don't even know, Next thing I wake up. I see that I have half a boner. It's around 5:30 when I wake up and I didn't really question it for some reason, I go to sleep and It's a regular dream of Mortal Kombat X.

tl;dr:I become fat with Viva and we party with some stuffty Oc's then I run from a crazed murder happy pinkie pie and wake up with half a boner.



god dammit damp you stole my thunder i was gonna do that you lucky git.

Stop reminding me of inflation special interestes
inflation really isnt that awful tbh






She targeted gamers.
Gamers.
We're a group of people who will sit for hours, days, even weeks on end performing some of the hardest, most mentally demanding tasks. Over, and over, and over all for nothing more than a little digital token saying we did.
We'll punish our selfs doing things others would consider torture, because we think it's fun.
We'll spend most if not all of our free time min maxing the stats of a fictional character all to draw out a single extra point of damage per second.
Many of us have made careers out of doing just these things: slogging through the grind, all day, the same quests over and over, hundreds of times to the point where we know evety little detail such that some have attained such gamer nirvana that they can literally play these games blindfolded.
Do these people have any idea how many controllers have been smashed, systems over heated, disks and carts destroyed 8n frustration? All to latter be referred to as bragging rights?
These people honestly think this is a battle they can win? They take our media? We're already building a new one without them. They take our devs? Gamers aren't shy about throwing their money else where, or even making the games our selves. They think calling us tribal, mysoginistic, rape apologists is going to change us? We've been called worse things by prepubescent 10 year olds with a stuffty head set. They picked a fight against a group that's already grown desensitized to their strategies and methods. Who enjoy the battle of attrition they've threatened us with. Who take it as a challange when they tell us we no longer matter. Our obsession with proving we can after being told we can't is so deeply ingrained from years of dealing with big brothers/sisters and friends laughing at how pathetic we used to be that proving you people wrong has become a very real need; a honed reflex.
Gamers are competative, hard core, by nature. We love a challange. The worst thing you did in all of this was to challange us. You're not special, you're not original, you're not the first; this is just another boss fight.

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She targeted gamers.
Gamers.
We're a group of people who will sit for hours, days, even weeks on end performing some of the hardest, most mentally demanding tasks. Over, and over, and over all for nothing more than a little digital token saying we did.
We'll punish our selfs doing things others would consider torture, because we think it's fun.
We'll spend most if not all of our free time min maxing the stats of a fictional character all to draw out a single extra point of damage per second.
Many of us have made careers out of doing just these things: slogging through the grind, all day, the same quests over and over, hundreds of times to the point where we know evety little detail such that some have attained such gamer nirvana that they can literally play these games blindfolded.
Do these people have any idea how many controllers have been smashed, systems over heated, disks and carts destroyed 8n frustration? All to latter be referred to as bragging rights?
These people honestly think this is a battle they can win? They take our media? We're already building a new one without them. They take our devs? Gamers aren't shy about throwing their money else where, or even making the games our selves. They think calling us tribal, mysoginistic, rape apologists is going to change us? We've been called worse things by prepubescent 10 year olds with a stuffty head set. They picked a fight against a group that's already grown desensitized to their strategies and methods. Who enjoy the battle of attrition they've threatened us with. Who take it as a challange when they tell us we no longer matter. Our obsession with proving we can after being told we can't is so deeply ingrained from years of dealing with big brothers/sisters and friends laughing at how pathetic we used to be that proving you people wrong has become a very real need; a honed reflex.
Gamers are competative, hard core, by nature. We love a challange. The worst thing you did in all of this was to challange us. You're not special, you're not original, you're not the first; this is just another boss fight.
pleasepleaseplease tell me this is some reddit copypasta

pleasepleaseplease tell me this is some reddit copypasta

biostorm reddit is the final boss
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