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Thread: Favorite Funny Commercials

Thanks Shovel. I'm still working through PadanFain's, but woot they're a hoot. Loved the Steven Seagal, Bandicoot and iphone ones.
Thread: Favorite Funny Commercials

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Thread: Favorite Funny Commercials

youtube This one always made me chuckle.
Thread: Favorite Funny Commercials

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Thread: Fucking communists...

Looks like Darker has been hacked by a group of Chilean kids, and Narpy is away doing military stuffs as far as I'm aware. Mind if I hang out here for awhile? 333
Thread: Fucking communists...

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Thread: Fucking communists...

YOU WILL BE NEEEEXT! Naw, I was just teasing, I have nothing against commies, I used to be an active red myself . back in high school. Anywho, Wow, that sucks, why are these assholes only attacking porn sites? That's so mean T.T
Thread: Fucking communists...

...Well great, there go all my current role plays. Just when I'd found Darker again, too! Oh, well. You win some, you lose some. Here's to hoping that there's something left to salvage when Narpy gets back.
Thread: Fucking communists...

False alarm, it's just the front page, if you add forums you're good to go
Thread: Happy Birthday Kolath ^////^

Happy Birthday and hope you have a great and sexy time Alpha Wolf -smirks-
Thread: Happy Birthday Kolath ^////^

Couldn't have sent that through PM's? It's no longer a Special Birthday pic of you to him, it's just a pic of you to......well everyone who decides to click on this thread. Not trying to be mean, but you get what I mean right?
Thread: Happy Birthday Kolath ^////^

Nice morals. Happy Birthday Kolath.
Thread: Happy Birthday Kolath ^////^

Corporal Bunny said Nice morals. Happy Birthday Kolath. Click to expand... big deal she's dressed why bitch about it? King does have a point though DG special should just be between the two of you not everyone else in blue moon. And Happy Birthday Kolath!
Thread: Happy Birthday Kolath ^////^

Me and Kolath already knew that anyone could save the damn pic and have it as their own. We already know big deal. I wanted to make him happy I wanted him to feel special I did that so let it go for fuck sakes and go on with your lives it's not a huge fucking big deal that has to turn into bitching and moaning. Mmmkay?? I want this to be a special thread for him so don't start flaming me or bitching me out for me making this thread special. CB Mind your own business for once will ya?? I'm clothed and nothing naked or showing. It's for him not for you not for anyone else so stop bitching. If it's bad morals in your eyes ignore it and move on. Also if you want to flame me do it in PVP. I don't want this thread to start going at me when I want it focused on Kolath.
Thread: Happy Birthday Kolath ^////^

I wasn't trying to flame you, I'm trying to help you make your gift more meaningful in a way. If you don't like it then oh well, it was your choice and as far as I'm concerned don't quite give two shits. Happy birthday btw Kolath.
Thread: Happy Birthday Kolath ^////^

I know and I changed it. I will give him a new Birthday picture. Happy Birthday My Alpha Wolf Protector
Thread: Happy Birthday Kolath ^////^

Nobody said you had to change your picture, it wasn't bothering anyone....well it wasn't bothering me, I dunno about the rest. Just giving some friendly advice is all 3
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

Morte was tired of this cycle. He was never really found in public areas because it was too much of a risk, but today he'd he'd take the chance. He'd been needing something like this for ages, and it would make him safe in the open again - at least for the most part. So as he made his way carefully through the crowd, he tried to ignore the stares. They couldn't help but be curious. Here was a teenager covered in thick, baggy clothing in such hot weather, and where he was not covered by clothes he had bandages to cover his skin, including every inch of his face. He could see through them easily enough, but none of them knew that, which would only naturally add to their wonder, if it weren't already enough that he was covered in both fresh and dried blood. His own, of course. He knew he wouldn't die of it, or at least not any time soon. It was actually later than he had expected when Morte was stopped. A burly man carrying a heavy metal tube was glaring down at Morte as if he didn't believe the boy had dared to do something to offend him. What it was he had done, exactly, Morte couldn't say for sure, but the man didn't seem to be eager to share. The man didn't even bother to verbalize his problem or warn the boy before swinging the pipe. Morte was very lucky to avoid being hit, but his opponent had been prepared for him to move away, and Morte was not in a position to avoid him when he grabbed the boy by the front of his top and dragged the teen toward himself. Morte groaned inwardly, but it was only moments later that Morte stood before the man's corpse, clearly the victor. Morte had been careful. He had not had enough of a fix to change, and he had definitely not had enough to change the man's body, but even still, he had done enough to kill him. With a sigh, Morte spoke up. Now was as good a time as any to go about his business, as now he had a larger audience than ever before. They were no longer giving him passing glances, but many had stopped their actions in order to stare. Great. So much for avoiding attention. I'm looking for someone to fill a position under my employ. You will take up residence with me, and act as a bodyguard of sorts. Keep others out of my way so that none end up like this poor soul- He gestured tiredly to the lump of lifeless flesh, -unless I explicitly ask you to leave my side for a temporary measure. Are there any who will accept?
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

She had been sitting against the wall with her hands in her pockets... She got up and walked forward, her dark hair coverigng most of her face as she made her way forwards, people not bothering to move where moved... She was only about 5'5, and dressed in a shirt with long sleeves that went past her hands, with a sloping neck, as if been slashed diagonally, and a pair of worn out pants, no shoes, but metal covers over the tops and toes of her feet. A few of the bigger guys sniffed and said that theyd be up for the body guard position. She stood just behind one of em. How bout we have a tournament of sorts, find out who should work for this guy. Huh? she voiced up, her voice strong, but almost musical... and very threatening. the one eye that was visible through her hair was electric blue, her lips curved in an amused grin. What say you, my bandages? she asked Morte, moving inront of the big man... She wasnt afraid of him in the least... The big man didnt take lightly to her comments and went to thump her a hard one, when she spun and what looked like punched him in the gut, but he froze, coughing... she pulled the needle blade out of his gut as he slumped over.
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

Morte did his own little equivalent of lifting an eyebrow. It would have been quite intriguing to see were his face not covered up. As it was, Morte shrugged, seeming disinterested in how his servant was chosen so long as they were good. Whatever you please, miss. Though, please address me as Morte. It wasn't his real name... but it was fitting for him, and it reminded him of the only thing he remembered from before this place. His brother. A boy years older than him named after life itself, and true to the spirit of his title. He didn't know what had happened to his brother only that he was alone now and all he could do was survive in this new Hell of a home. Get by without notice and live on... more or less.
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

She grinned Lilys the name. Al who want to be Mortes bodyguard, get in the circle, all others back up or your gunna get hurt. she yelled as the crowd shuffled... a few big guys were in the circle made by the crowds... she cracked her knuckles, the needle blade hidden again. Alright, lets rumble she said as they started to fight, her dispatching them fairly quickly... She didnt kill them, just incapacitated them, her steel covered feet making exxcelent kicking strikes that knocked people out... After an hour or so, it was her standing in the middle, having just kicked a guy in the face down. She looked around Any one else? she asked, as if she were waiting for the next customerr at a nice shop
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

When it was finally over and no others stepped forward, Morte had to admit he was surprised. A girl had won in the end. Well, I'll be... Lily, wasn't it? Well, then. It seems you've found yourself a job. The boy carefully checked his bandages for any that might be loose or falling away before offering a hand to the girl to shake on their new arrangement. You'll be paid on a daily basis, whatever your going rate is. You'll just have to follow a few uncommon rules while under my employ, if that's all right.
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

She smiled Cant be any worse then my last job, nor any more bizarre. You name the price, just make it worth my while, and feed me. Other then that, im yours. she didnt take his hand, but instead gave a smal bow, and a smile. she retracted the needle blades into her sleeves and shook them out so they covered her hands completely again. So where to first? she asked, looking her empoyer up and down... He was an odd one, but if he had the cash to keep her, shed stay... honestly though she was intrigued as to why he was so completely covered.... she didnt care enough to explore it herself, but shed bring it up at a later date... Everyone that had been watching went about their business, stepping over the bodies on the ground
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

Now we find a quiet place with few people and you give me a moment alone. Then we can get to know each other more properly and I can take off these ridiculously hot clothes when we get back to my place of residence. It would be good for you to get used to your quarters, as well... Morte answered, thinking forward. Meeting with Malik would give him maybe a full twenty-four hours if there was a good haul today. Come along, then. Morte led the way through the crowd and out of the marketplace almost immediately. He was better at taking the back streets, and they were much faster for him to navigate by now. Malik was a slave merchant. He specialized in children and foreign women. Morte frequented him, but had never yet left with any slaves. Yet he always left with a lighter purse. Malik was not exactly fond of him as a person, but was very loyal to him as a customer, and what he did there was never spoken of, and never actually witnessed first hand. Usually Morte would not have gone to Malik unless he has important business, but now was an exception. He would like to properly say hello to his new guardian. Make a good impression. It was not very large or gaudy place, but not nearly the same dungeon-like home most kept underground. Morte had never been able to give up the comfort of living in the air, and had taken a two floor home. Considering how long Morte had been living here, it was surprisingly empty. The one thing there wer plenty of in many different kinds were books. Other worlds, science, biology, time, space, fantasies and mythology, history and law. An odd collection for a boy Morte's age, to be sure, but hardly something to pick up on more than his appearance. By time Morte and Lily reached the teen's abode, Morte was itching to shred the bandages covering his skin, and once inside he peeled them away as if they burned, along with most of his layers. Underneath was a pale youth who looked as if he had not seen daylight in years - which may very well have been true if he always wore so much when he went out - with soulful, wide blue eyes and reddish-brown hair that fell in long tresses around his face when it came down from where it had been tied back. He threaded his fingers through some of it, holding it in front of his eyes and admiring it, as if he rarely saw it. Bringing his attention back to the matter at hand, Morte spread his arms wide and welcomed his guest. This is my home. Welcome.
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

She was taken aback by his appearance... And honestly was more understanding of why he would want protection... His home was cozy, better than the hovel she lived in, if she went there at all... it had a safe feel to it, which was different then any other place shed been... she actually might sleep for a night in her life... ...Thank you... So... why do you wear all those layers...? and where did you get all these books...? she asked... her voice that had been threatening and harsh outside was actually softer here, the musical lilt in it more strong... she may have been good at singing at one poitn in time, if ever given the chance... She picked up a book from the top of the pile and flipped through it quickly, scan reading the pages as quickly as she fliped them...
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

I was in the government for a while. The lies came easily after so long of practice, knowing that the questions would be asked one day and that he'd have to answer convincingly. Besides, most of it was true, if he didn't get too detailed. Most of them are from my time there I took them when I left. The area was completely destroyed, so they didn't notice... the others are things I collected out of the desire to read something less scientific. They were difficult to track down, but there are still places where people like me can thrive, it would appear. As for my clothing... well, being kept inside without any sunlight for three years has made my skin very sensitive. He held out his arms, scooping back the excess material of the sleeves to his elbows so that she could look more closely. His skin really was very nearly paper white. That combined with no real ability to move around and little to eat had made him slender and frail, giving him a more feminine appearance. He hadn't bothered trying to change it afterwards, because he knew it wouldn't change now thanks to his condition. It was highly embarrassing to be mistaken for a girl, but he just couldn't bring himself to change the one thing that might make him look more masculine. His hair. He cared for it devoutly and kept it long because it was the one thing he still liked about himself no matter how the rest of him looked, and the longer it was, the easier it was to remind himself of that small grace.
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

She gave a nod, accepting the lies... It wasnt like she hadnt been lied to before. She looked around and sat on the ground So we staying here for a while? she asked, picking up another book and scan reading it in a minute... She put a hand in her sleeve to scratch her arm, a flash of metal showing... it seemed she was well armoured for being a girl... She had come from other lands, across the desert, and was sold to a merchant that wanted a play thing... She had gotten sick and tired of being used while the men walked fee... Then one day a woman bought her, and taught her to fight, to defend herself, and decked her out with her most lethal weapons her needle dagger katar forearm sheilds and her steel foot lacers... After growing up and learning her ways about the world, she left the women and went out on her own... and now she was getting paid to defend herself and another..
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

Morte spoke as he shed the extra layers of clothing he was wearing. Underneath, when he had the choice to wear only what he wanted, the boy favoured tank tops and cargo shorts. White, grey, and black. Nothing too colourful... he didn't want to stand out, and bright colours were not a common occurrence in anything but signs or other forms of advertisement. You're welcome to take a look around, Lily. There's more to this house than a few shelves of books. I don't mind going out again today, but I usually only do so when I have errands to run. I'd like to do something where I could get to know you better. I don't want any unpleasant surprises in the future, of any kind. In the end, though, how much I know is up to you. He crossed his arms and leaned up against the wall. There was a couch to sit or lay on, but he wasn't going to settle down in case she wanted to go back out. He was watching her calculatingly, taking in what she seemed interested in, which books she looked at longer, how her expression changed as she scanned the collection, and so forth. Every little action was a clue. So far she didn't seem like an especially dangerous person, so long as you didn't give her reason to be.
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

She gave a small nod, her face relaxing a bit I dont need to go out anywhere today, i got my blades shapened. Actually, my errand is now complete, now that i have a place to stay. I didnt feel like killing the slight gang of people that took over my home. No biggie. And as for getting to know me, not hard i fight if i need to, i eat food, just about anything, and i admire generosity such as you have given me here, for such a small service... she said as she picked up another book, middle of the stack, she pulled it out quick enough the books ontop didnt fall, and blew a little dust off it and started to scan read it just as fast as the others, until it got to a specific chunk, where she slowed down, her straight face almost looking as if about to smile. She had picked up thus far mostly childresns fairytales, and fantasy books, the more rare of the selection here... She leaned back against the wall, quite content here... until she finished the book moments later. She set it down and stretched, audible cracks coming from her back and shoulders, hips and any other joint she had. She gave a sigh and leaned back. So what activity to you propose we entertain ourselves with to better get to know eachother? she asked, raising an eyebrow. She knew hed been watching her intently, so she relaxed herself to show him she was of no threat to him... she honestly didnt care to fight, and speaking of that Do you have somewhere i could clean my blades? she asked offhand, thinking of it just now...
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

You'll forgive me if I don't know much about weaponry, because I don't often use tools to win battles. What would you require to properly care for them? The teen asked politely, switching stances with the girl and now acting as the active body in the room by stepping toward the room's exit. I would suggest something along the lines of an exchange game. You'll tell me something about yourself, and I will tell you the corresponding details about myself, then the process is reversed, and so on. We will do each other the decency of being honest or offering equivalent information should we feel the need to avoid a subject. You are allowed a total of three subjects to avoid, so choose them carefully if you have any... and should we get far enough, we can proceed to the next stage of the game.
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

Steel wool, and some water would do, or even just water... Thats an interesting game you have planned.... I am greatly intrigued at the 'next stage' of the game.... So shall you go first in this activity, or shall i? she asked, the blades coming out of her sleeve without a sound, she wiping the most of the crusted blood off on the bottom hem of her pants, same with the toes of her 'shoes'... She obviously didnt have much, but wasnt afraid to get dirty with what she had...
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

While discovering what the girl might deign fit to disclose first might be a thought worthy of consideration, Morte was anxious to learn of any possible dangers in taking on his new bodyguard, and felt it was only right to warn her as quickly as possible of the reverse aspect. I'll proceed, if it's all the same to you. He began, gesturing with a hand to follow him. He had those things in the kitchen area. Of course, it wasn't really a kitchen. Not in a place like this, and not for someone like him, but it was close enough. It was a surface with a built in sink-sized basin with a running supply of water, which drained into this world's equivalent of the sewer system. The steel wool as well as many other supplies were piled in a disorganized manner underneath. Sort of like home, or what Morte remembered of it. I have people searching for me who might wish to sedate, kidnap, harm, or kill me, or any combination of those. They are well armed, may send those who are well trained, and have a good chance of finding me if you don't do your job properly. I also may have grudges against me from those who know people I have killed. That is the risk assigned to my company. If that is all fine with you, I would appreciate the same information about yourself.
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

She followed him to the kitchenette and grabbed the steel wool, starting at her needle blades, then putting her foot in the sink to wash the steel bracers over her toes and feet, and rolling up her sleeves to get the guards washed too.... she pulled out the daggers on her belt inside her pants and shirts, and started to scrub them as well. I appreciate the forewarning, but i came with no strings attatched. Was sold into slavery by my father after mother died, was bought by a woman, who trained me and taught me to fight, and ive been alone since then. The only grudge or anything i could see coming was from my sister, who was sold before me... but i dont even know if shes alive so im not overly concerned. she said quickly as she scrubbed. As soon as she was done all of that, she turned the wtarer off and grabbed a towel to start drying all the metal.... and putting it all back in place. My turn for a question? Where you from? You dont seem to be from around here much... im from the West Isles, raised in the South Shores, and came here to Centrailia for a place to live. she looked to Morte and examined him now that she was a bit closer... he seemed very calculating, wary of her yet trying to trust the one he hired...