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Abdhyius

Geminids'll hit us on St. Lucia! 13th december! That's today!

Go watch some meteors tonight! Bring a blanket! It'll be fucking romantic!

STATE OF THE ART ROBOT

I endorse this chat.

Jokerman

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Mojo_Jojo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vKz7WnU83E

ROBOTS

Gonmun

STATE OF THE ART ROBOT wrote: »

I endorse this chat.

Couldn't chairshot your way out of making that one so you decide to endorse the other guy. :P

ronya

Jokerman wrote: »

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This emoticon is strange and terrifying.

Abdhyius

ronya wrote: »

Jokerman wrote: »

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This emoticon is strange and terrifying.

that dreadful maw, forever it hungers, forever it consumes

syndalis

I will watch Pacific Rim.

I will watch it so hard.

Robos A Go Go

Mojo_Jojo wrote: »

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vKz7WnU83E

ROBOTS

It kind of looks more like a videogame trailer than a movie trailer, just because it focuses on visually impressive action without doing anything to establish the characters.

ronya

Abdhyius wrote: »

ronya wrote: »

Jokerman wrote: »

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This emoticon is strange and terrifying.

that dreadful maw, forever it hungers, forever it consumes

and now we know what the ghosts think about pac-man

Robos A Go Go

I can't tell if improv comedy is terrible or not.

Jokerman

Abdhyius wrote: »

ronya wrote: »

Jokerman wrote: »

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This emoticon is strange and terrifying.

that dreadful maw, forever it hungers, forever it consumes

And yet ... AM has won, simply ... he has taken his revenge ...
I have no mouth. And I must scream.

Robos A Go Go

ronya wrote: »

Abdhyius wrote: »

ronya wrote: »

Jokerman wrote: »

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This emoticon is strange and terrifying.

that dreadful maw, forever it hungers, forever it consumes

and now we know what the ghosts think about pac-man

I like to think that whenever Pac-Man dies he comes back as a ghost, so that his endless hunger culminates in the consumption of himself in some obscure circle of hell.

Abdhyius

NRK has a "before I die... [fill in] thing"

there are a lot of nice ones

"before I die I'd like another cup of coffee."

"before I die I want to pretend like I'm deaf and spend ten minutes trying to pay at the register"

"before I die I want to be a grandmother"

"before I die I want to change my name to Little Cream Bun"

"before I die I want to be married"

"before I die I want Gordon Ramsey to clean my house and shout at him every time I'm not pleased with the result and then throw the toilet brush in his face as he's leaving"

21stCentury

Mojo_Jojo wrote: »

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vKz7WnU83E

ROBOTS

It comes out on my birthday. Best Birthday gift award goes to Guillermo del Toro... pre-emptively.

Casual

Abdy, I hope to god you didnt cheat us out of chairshot [chat].

Mojo_Jojo

Robos A Go Go wrote: »

Mojo_Jojo wrote: »

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vKz7WnU83E

ROBOTS

It kind of looks more like a videogame trailer than a movie trailer, just because it focuses on visually impressive action without doing anything to establish the characters.

The characters are:
a) Robots
b) A Dinosaur or something
c) Idris Elba giving a very wooden speech

Abdhyius

Robos A Go Go wrote: »

ronya wrote: »

Abdhyius wrote: »

ronya wrote: »

Jokerman wrote: »

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This emoticon is strange and terrifying.

that dreadful maw, forever it hungers, forever it consumes

and now we know what the ghosts think about pac-man

I like to think that whenever Pac-Man dies he comes back as a ghost, so that his endless hunger culminates in the consumption of himself in some obscure circle of hell.

that reminds me.

“Time is fluid here,” said the demon. He knew it was a demon the moment he saw it. He knew it, just as he knew the place was Hell. There was nothing else that either of them could have been.

The room was long, and the demon waited by a smoking brazier at the far end. A multitude of objects hung on the rock-gray walls, of the kind that it would not have been wise or reassuring to inspect too closely. The ceiling was low, the floor oddly insubstantial.

“Come close,” said the demon, and he did. The demon was rake-thin, and naked. It was deeply scarred, and it appeared to have been flayed at some time in the distant past. It had no ears, no sex. Its lips were thin and ascetic, and its eyes were a demon’s eyes: they had seen too much and gone too far, and under their gaze he felt less important than a fly.

“What happens now?” he asked.

“Now,” said the demon, in a voice that carried with it no sorrow, no relish, only a dreadful flat resignation, “you will be tortured.”

“For how long?”

But the demon shook its head and made no reply. It walked slowly along the wall, eyeing first one of the devices that hung there, then another. At the far end of the wall, by the closed door, was a cat o’ nine tails made of frayed wire. The demon took it down with one three-fingered hand and walked back, carrying it reverently. It placed the wire tines onto the brazier, and stared at them as they began to heat up.

“That’s inhuman.”

“Yes.”

The tips of the cat’s tails were glowing a dead orange.

As the demon raised his arm to deliver the first blow, it said, “In time you will remember even this moment with fondness.”

“You are a liar.”

“No,” said the demon. “The next part,” it explained, in the moment before it brought down the cat, “is worse.” Then the tines of the cat landed on the man’s back with a crack and a hiss, tearing through the expensive clothes, burning and rending and shredding as they struck and, not for the last time in the place, he screamed.

There were 211 implements on the walls of that room, and in time he was to experience each of them. When, finally, the Lazarene’s Daughter, which he had grown to know intimately, had been cleaned and replaced on the wall in the 211th position, then, through wrecked lips, he gasped, “Now what?”

“Now,” said the demon, “the true pain begins.”

It did.

Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie had told – told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything.

“Tell me what you thought as she walked out of the door,” said the demon.

“I thought my heart was broken.”

“No,” said the demon, without hate, “you didn’t.” It stared at him with expressionless eyes, and he was forced to look away.

“I thought, now she’ll never know I’ve been sleeping with her sister.”

The demon took apart his life, moment by moment, instant to awful instant. It lasted a hundred years, perhaps, or a thousand – they had all the time there ever was, in that grey room – and toward the end he realised that the demon had been right. The physical torture had been kinder.

And it ended.

And once it had ended, it began again. There was a self-knowledge there he had not had the first time, which somehow made everything worse.

Now, as he spoke, he hated himself. There were no lies, no evasions, no room for anything except the pain and the anger.

He spoke. He no longer wept. And when he finished, a thousand years later, he prayed that now the demon would go to the wall, and bring down the skinning knife, or the choke-pear, or the screws.

“Again,” said the demon.

He began to scream. He screamed for a long time.

“Again,” said the demon, when he was done, as if nothing had been said.

It was like peeling an onion. This time through his life he learned about consequences. He learnt the results of things he had done; things he had been blind to as he did them; the ways he had hurt the world; the damage he had done to people he had never known, or met, or encountered. It was the hardest lesson yet.

“Again,” said the demon, a thousand years later.

He crouched on the floor, beside the brazier, rocking gently, his eyes closed, and he told the story of his life, re-experiencing it as he told it, from birth to death, changing nothing, leaving nothing out, facing everything. He opened his heart.

When he was done, he sat there, eyes closed, waiting for the voice to say, “Again.”, but nothing was said. He opened his eyes.

Slowly he stood up. He was alone.

At the far end of the room, there was a door, and as he watched, it opened.

A man stepped through the door. There was terror in the man’s face, and arrogance, and pride. The man, who wore expensive clothes, took several hesitant steps into the room, and then stopped.

When he saw the man, he understood.

“Time is fluid here,” he told the new arrival.

Shazkar Shadowstorm

and glados

override367

ugh i think im still too sick to work but my mom insists I shouldn't miss another day

so ill go in and sit at my desk loudly hawking up phlem and using the bathroom every 30 seconds until someone tells me to go home (I'm in the "body removes liquids from every orifice" phase of sickness)

Abdhyius

Casual wrote: »

Abdy, I hope to god you didnt cheat us out of chairshot [chat].

If only it were so.

SOTAR was phoneposting and I took up the mantle.

Jokerman

Seriously though, I hope all my people like my gift this year.

Certain creative gifting from me has not been recieved warmly in the past, and has such led to me getting shit to this day.

Abdhyius

Jokerman wrote: »

Seriously though, I hope all my people like my gift this year.

Certain creative gifting from me has not been recieved warmly in the past, and has such led to me getting shit to this day.

in general, bodily fluids are rarely appreciated

Mojo_Jojo

Shazkar Shadowstorm wrote: »

and glados

Yes

d) GLaDOS

Kalkino

Oh Bitcoins how you amuse me. I'm not sure if it is just the name or the people behind it, but either way it raises a smile

Casual

Abdhyius wrote: »

Casual wrote: »

Abdy, I hope to god you didnt cheat us out of chairshot [chat].

If only it were so.

SOTAR was phoneposting and I took up the mantle.

Forshame.

Mojo_Jojo

Abdhyius wrote: »

Jokerman wrote: »

Seriously though, I hope all my people like my gift this year.

Certain creative gifting from me has not been recieved warmly in the past, and has such led to me getting shit to this day.

in general, bodily fluids are rarely appreciated

If people don't explicitly opt out of jamjars full of mystery fluids then that is what they get every time.

Abdhyius

chairshot is one of the worst words [chat] has latched onto

because it is a constant reminder of pro wrestling's existence, and it makes me hate you for that and for watching it

Jokerman

Mojo_Jojo wrote: »

Abdhyius wrote: »

Jokerman wrote: »

Seriously though, I hope all my people like my gift this year.

Certain creative gifting from me has not been recieved warmly in the past, and has such led to me getting shit to this day.

in general, bodily fluids are rarely appreciated

If people don't explicitly opt out of jamjars full of mystery fluids then that is what they get every time.

I'm O Negative, people should love getting my fluids.

Abdhyius

I have a strict opt-in body fluid exchange policy

21stCentury

Abdhyius wrote: »

chairshot is one of the worst words [chat] has latched onto

because it is a constant reminder of pro wrestling's existence, and it makes me hate you for that and for watching it

So stop watching it and become a big boy, Abdhy.

Chanus

Kalkino wrote: »

Oh Bitcoins how you amuse me. I'm not sure if it is just the name or the people behind it, but either way it raises a smile

Jesus, they're still a thing?

Abdhyius

...I can't remember my blood type. Having it around my neck for a year didn't really help me remember it. The dogtag just made me forget all the information on it.

So if asked my name, country of origin and person number I would have to look at the dog tag then

21stCentury

Chanus wrote: »

Kalkino wrote: »

Oh Bitcoins how you amuse me. I'm not sure if it is just the name or the people behind it, but either way it raises a smile

Jesus, they're still a thing?

Last i heard, there was a huge bitcoin heist.

But I think you still can't use bitcoins to buy anything of value, so it's essentially a worthless heist...

Jokerman

Chanus wrote: »

Kalkino wrote: »

Oh Bitcoins how you amuse me. I'm not sure if it is just the name or the people behind it, but either way it raises a smile

Jesus, they're still a thing?

Never underestimate the power for people to do stupid things.

Abdhyius

21stCentury wrote: »

Abdhyius wrote: »

chairshot is one of the worst words [chat] has latched onto

because it is a constant reminder of pro wrestling's existence, and it makes me hate you for that and for watching it

So stop watching it and become a big boy, Abdhy.

no I mean I hate the people who use it for presumably watching pro wrestling

or they don't, but I can't take that chance

all will be put to the sword

Organichu

i took a nice, hot shower

i remembered to wake up tumbles to go out beforehand (otherwise she wakes up hearing me in the shower and goes pee on the kitchen floor)

now i'm dressed

so anxious

deep breaths, pip pip, cheerio

Chanus

21stCentury wrote: »

Chanus wrote: »

Kalkino wrote: »

Oh Bitcoins how you amuse me. I'm not sure if it is just the name or the people behind it, but either way it raises a smile

Jesus, they're still a thing?

Last i heard, there was a huge bitcoin heist.

But I think you still can't use bitcoins to buy anything of value, so it's essentially a worthless heist...

Glorious.

Abdhyius

bitcoins are more of a thing than ever

some bitcoin exchange thing got approved for being pay-pal like with all that implies

Chanus

Organichu wrote: »

i took a nice, hot shower

i remembered to wake up tumbles to go out beforehand (otherwise she wakes up hearing me in the shower and goes pee on the kitchen floor)

now i'm dressed

so anxious

deep breaths, pip pip, cheerio

You got this, kid.

override367

I can't find pants

have I been sick so long humanity has stopped using pants? because then I wont need pants, otherwise im in trouble

edit: fuck it, old khakis and im not tucking my shirt in