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Nizkateth
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Aiden Comic #255 *warning: "you're welcome Aiden"*

14 Apr 2007, 09:29

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"There was a young lady named bright,
Who could travel much faster than light,
She went out one day,
In a relative way,
And came back the previous night."

Love is never having to say you're sorry. Power is being able to kill anyone who asks for an apology.
Jaito: "Necromancy is like Linux, but even less sociable"
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Zeal
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14 Apr 2007, 09:30

So Aiden's found religion. Huzzah?
[01:57] Zeal: "You know, you're right." Kash lowers his sword, drops out of the martial stance. "I don't know what the hell you are." He takes a step closer.
[01:58] Xilanada: Makarios smiles, seemingly pleased.
[01:58] Zeal: "I don't think something that's not human can technically be a gentleman, but let's talk. I'm sure we can come to a conclusion we'll both--"
[01:58] Zeal: (Rolling join battle)
 
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Legendary Mumbler
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14 Apr 2007, 11:04

What exactly did he promise her?

*Reads the archives.*

Oh, not to abuse the sex oath.
Yeah, yeah, he's fine.
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velloran
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15 Apr 2007, 02:54

So he talks to his brain now?
 
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Radiant Needle
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Location: In her taxidermist's studio. "You have beautiful eyes... Can I touch them?"
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15 Apr 2007, 05:01

Well, if he talks to the Sun, it stands to reason that he can talk to his brain. Either way he's talking to himself >.<
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15 Apr 2007, 11:26

"Great idea! Thanks Brain!"

Classic :lol:
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"The so called "Mouth of Peace" is so heavily mind controlled and geased by her handlers its said that if you look at her through essence sight you can actually see fine incorporal threads trailing off her limbs into the ether or when she's really under tight control a phantom image of Kekjak's arm actually jammed up her anus. Those are the times when she seems most happy."
 
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15 Apr 2007, 11:53

nexus wrote:
"Great idea! Thanks Brain!"

Classic :lol:


Seconded. For a solar who's very oblivious, he thinks well on his feet.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

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