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Thread: Hordes of Revenants

- There's this block party in the pirate part of town. It's basically completely epic multiple stages, lots of performers, lots of fire dancing, free beer, free wine, free liquor, free pot, free 'shrooms, free TCETCBTCI, free DMT, free LSD. The last six are not really advertised and it's more a question of who you know. -- I smoked free DMT. This is very good. DMT is far more expensive than cocaine and fucks you up long term far less. It's also not something I would imagine anyone doing more than once or twice a week. Even then, not that much. --- Tripped with Perky. That was fun. ---- Am done with drugs for a little while. - My 21st birthday is coming up pretty soon. -- I am totally not going to hit up any strip clubs. --- I have already planned out my mixed drinks and their order AMF, long island iced tea, dry martini, bourbon high ball. I imagine by the end of the high ball I'll be fucking plastered. Any suggestions should I not be outrageously drunk?
Thread: Hordes of Revenants

Flaming shots of bacardi 151. I said shotS, mind.
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I don't drink Bacardi 151 anymore. The last time I did I filled a sink with puke. However, I appreciate the suggestion.
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I just have a thing for Four Lokos. When something's been dubbed 'black out in a can' I'm inclined to be in love with it. Then again, I also really like cheap champagne.
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Sparks Four Loko
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I spent a few hours hanging out with friends last night. It was basically a really thin pretext to make the Nicest Guy feel better. He's been down because he works in a dead end minimum wage job and has for four years. Also, he finds it chronically difficult to meet women. It's this whole built up thing 'cause his last girlfriend--from three years ago--is just fucking crazy. Completely nuts. So stupid. Anyways. - I come back home and there's Perky. Tripping balls. How do I know this? -- I come home, make a B-line for the bathroom, stand there doing my business when suddenly --- Hey, ZG How ya doin'? She stuck her heard through the window and watched me pee. ---- Pissin'. ----- Ewwwww. Make sure the toilet doesn't eat yer dick. Then she traipsed off. ------ I can't use that bathroom anymore. Too much. I keep on thinking about the toilet coming alive and diving for my midsection. EDIT Anyways. Basically I've been spending a lot of time with Perky she normally doesn't just stick her head through the window in the bathroom so my time on the interrbutts is likely to plummet. Plus I'm getting involved with Crossfit pretty soon.
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BLUE MOTORCYCLE - It's like an LIT with Sprite instead of coke Also if you can handle a Screaming Dead Nazi shot it will be epic 3
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I have decided not to go bar hopping. This is why 1 Drunk rage happens when someone insultsthreatens a friend and I am even mildly buzzed. 2 I don't feel comfortable drinking around people I don't know. 3 I only really want to go to a redneck bar. 3a. Three of the ten in my posse are queer. 3b. Two in my posse of ten are trans. Combine mild anxiety and drunk rage with someone making a comment about how one of my best friends is a fag and suddenly we'll have a nice ol' bar fight and I get to sleep off my 21st in a jail cell. Although I would like to beat someone with a pool cue some time. I'd also like to get one of the balls in my hand some time, a nine ball preferably, and go to town rearranging ribs and facial structures. Given the drunk rage and fantasies of applying brutal artistry to someone's body I do not think it would be good for me to go to a redneck bar and I refuse to leave behind my friends just 'cause they like similar sex organs or define their gender apart from their chromosomal sex. There's no way I'm going to betray them like that. Man, fuck that. In other news. Much liquor. I appreciate y'all's contribution to my potential drinking, but when I thought of the logistics and the peculiar nature of my drunkenness, I decided bar crawl was probably a poor plan. Moving on. Crossfit was epic this morning. I ran 400 meters, then did three sets of 15129 squats, push-ups and ring-ups then ran another 400 meters in 845. Feels good. Now. At the time I was like, This is fucking insane.
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Ho-shit. Drinking with you would be a-fucking-mazing.
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Once I convinced my friends to do this with me. Skip to 130. It was fucking GREAT. Also, I am known to be a good drinking buddy. Not only do I got some opinions on me but I can occasionally get cheerfully violent. There are ups and downs. Once I punched out the windows of someone's house. Another time I hit someone in the face so hard I ripped out his septum ring. I threw this one dude out of a second story window for raping one of my friends. I don't get that shitty anymore. I also generally bail when someone is being a douchebag before it gets to the broken rib stage of my drunk rage. But I digress! There will be no ultraviolence tonight. Only much laughter and explosions.
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Happy birthday! 3
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I'll counteract the violence with my snugglieness! XD
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Holy fuck. Bitches be crazy. You should've got some video of that shit.
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I'm not sure what happened last night after we set off the fireworks. However. - my left arm feels like it's going to fall off -- it won't stop shaking - there is a giant lozenge shaped bruise on my right leg going from ankle to thigh -- thankfully it is only a dull ache - my burps taste like bourbon -- yummy - my digital camera is in pieces on the floor -- I found this out by cutting my foot on one of the pieces directly after getting up - every surface in the living room and kitchen is covered in beer bottles and fifths - I vaguely remember getting naked in public with Perky and a few other people -- I hope that was a dream --- not that I don't like Perky getting nekkid, but I don't want to deal with that particular social fallout ---- I think it wasn't a dream
Thread: "Oh boy, sleep! That's where I'm a Viking!"

I always thought it was the first interpretation. I know that people typically don't use I'm a Viking to mean that they excel at something, but I thought that was the joke because Ralph talks weird.
Thread: "Oh boy, sleep! That's where I'm a Viking!"

youtube Personally, I think he means, he's a Viking in his dreams.
Thread: Fall into Darkness ((myself and Mira))

Richard Storm was burning the candle at both ends so to speak. He had been working long hours for fear of loosing his funding here at the museum and had finally come to what he thought was a breakthrough. He had been arguing that there had to be some sort of common thread in certain myths as the similarities in the folklore and traditions of certain unrelated cultures and regions were simply far to numerous to be simply coincidence. Finally he had found tucked away in several private collections, some with owners who had required quite some negotiation to let him examine their treasures, certain artifacts that though coming from very different regions and cultures bore certain markings that were not simply similar but were in fact seemingly identical. Rick leaned back in his chair and gave a tired sigh, he was supposed to go to some sort of grand opening for the latest exhibit but he was hold up in his office. If he did not at least make an appearance the department head would likely be here by morning to give him an earful. So in the end he confirmed that the last of the artifacts was on its way and that the findings of the funded dig that had resulted from his research were likewise en route. Then he stood from his chair and donned the formal dress coat and made his way out to the main hall of the museum. Rick was not an unattractive man by any means. He worked out enough to be fit and toned though there was little in the way of bulky muscle.. he would never be a bodybuilder or what could be termed a muscle-head, He did have a the sort of rugged good looks though that seemed more Indiana Jones than bookworm or researcher. His hair was neatly kept dirty blond and his eyes were steel blue. At the moment he was clean shaven and dressed to the nines though more oft than not he had five o'clock shadow and favored t shirts and jeans. Comfort was more important for him as he worked than image was... something that irritated the department heads to no end. But they were not willing to give up a brilliant researcher and archeologist over wardrobe and so he stayed... hell he might even make tenure soon. So dressed to impress the not so renowned prodigy made his way out to meet the press and those who came to see the newest exhibits.
Thread: Fall into Darkness ((myself and Mira))

Having just returned home after her run, she checked the time. Perfect, she thought to herself as she hit the shower and began to get ready for the exhibition. Kali Anderson was a teacher and a very passionate one, she always managed to get the most from her students, encouraging them with new ways to instil independence, she wanted each of them to succeed because they wanted to, not because it was a job for her. When she wanted to teach them something new and interesting, she made sure her own homework was done to perfection beforehand. Hence the reason she was now hurrying to get herself ready for the exhibit at the museum. One of her co-workers had managed to somehow get her an invite to the event which was apparently exactly the information she was looking for, for her own homework. Daily after work she would take to running, she found it was the only way that she could clear everything out of her mind and focus on one thing at a time, plus it kept her fit, like killing two birds with one stone. Today, it was the new project she had set for the kids in her class. She was going to ask each of them to pick a specific time period and a specific place, she wanted them to research artefacts that had been recovered from these areas and describe in as much detail as they could to the rest of their classmates, their findings. Thereby, each would learn something valuable about their chosen area, plus, hopefully taken a genuine interest in their friends areas too. Or at least, that was the plan. After finishing her shower, drying her hair and applying light makeup only, slipped into her gown and stood before the full length mirror. hmmm. It will have to do she frowned at the woman looking back at her. She never felt comfortable in her own skin, she knew she had a great figure but covered it for the most part, she had long blonde, naturally curly hair that she hated. Normally she tied it back, but tonight, she thought for such an occasion, she would allow it loose. The gown, she had borrowed from a friend and though it was a beautiful knee-length gown of the softest material in the palest of green, she wasnt that keen on it. Wrinkling her nose she decided to stop looking at it and walk away from the mirror, because, if she stayed there any longer, shed end up changing her mind and putting on the only other thing she possessed, jeans and a pair of sneakers. Hearing the sound of a honking horn outside as the taxi pulled up, she applied a tiny bit of perfume, giving only a very subtle hint of a scent, before grabbed her light wrap and small bag that held nothing more than some cash and the key to her front door which she quickly locked it as she went. A short while later they pulled up in front of the museum, paying the driver she politely thanked him before stepping out and with a feeling of pure intimidation she looked up the steps to the very impressive museum, she took a deep breath before entering, handing the invitation she had been given to a man at the door and slowly began to nervously make her way through the crowds into the main hall.
Thread: Fall into Darkness ((myself and Mira))

Rick found himself being ushered around and introduced to wealthy investors or potential investors. It was always Here I would like you to meet Dr. Richard Storm. or This is our boy wonder Dr. Storm with half a dozen other variations of the same. Rick hated this sort of thing to be honest. He did not get into archeology for galas at the museum or even to work at the museum for that matter. He grew up watching Indiana Jones and though that was seldom if ever how archeology worked it had piked an interest in him. Like he saw in those movies he wanted to find some lost or mythological item and so had spent years studying the most esoteric of sources and myths. It is part of what had led to his current work which was supposedly being funded by this gala and the new exhibit. The museum tolerated his eccentricities because he seemed to be on the verge of some sort of unifying discovery about certain verbal traditions and myths. He had found uncanny similarities in certain variations of the vampire, demon, and incubus myths of various cultures. He had even tracked down certain esoteric artifacts with strange markings that were seemingly identical and unlike anything from their respective regional cultures. He was excited about the new batch arriving from the dig he had set up and at the same time furious that this very opening and gala was the reason he was not on his own dig site. Finally he managed to peal away from the investors and department heads and that in of itself put a charming smile and his ruggedly handsome face. He was dodging the bigwigs and looking over the exhibits when he noticed a buxom blond with bouncing curls in a green gown that seemed to showcase her enticing figure's curves without showing to much skin... all in all it was quite the pleasing image to distract him from the boredom he had just escaped. He decided he might as well go over and say hi, after all what was the worst that could happen... another crushing rejection from a voluptuous beauty clearly out of his league ending with him buried in his work? So he walked over and glanced at the Mayan exhibit she was looking at and decided to play to his strengths as he chimed in with a rich baritone, I really wish Smith would have listened when I told him that was not a ceremonial knife but a hunting knife... would have made getting this set up so much easier, could have opened a week ago if we did not have to wait for another expert to give it a once over. He flashed the beautiful blond a dashing smile and offered his hand, completely oblivious that the finely tailored black suit seemed to transform him from ruggedly handsome bookworm to dashingly handsome professor. He really had no idea he could get far further with women if he would just relax a bit and give himself a chance. Hi I'm Rick Storm the resident too young for his attitude bookworm
Thread: Fall into Darkness ((myself and Mira))

Walking from one exhibit to the next, many ideas were forming in her head. She chastised herself for not remembering to bring a pen to take down some ideas to bring back to the class so instead kept repeating things to herself, hoping that some of the better ones wouldnt be forgotten. As she continued along, becoming more and more engrossed in what she saw, she paid little or no attention to the others attending that milled around her. Coming to stand in front of the Mayan exhibit, she realised that she could do one better for her students, she could put together her own project, present it to them and this might aid them when it came to their turn. She was completely lost in her own thoughts and didnt even realise that the man standing next to her talking about the difference between ceremonial and hunting knives was in fact talking to her. Startled as his offered hand was held out to her, she looked up at him and instantly blushed. Ah she hesitated and slipped her much smaller hand into his, hello she awkwardly added completely unsure of herself and what to say and quickly let go of his hand again as she crossed her arms over herself. Give her a class full of hormonal teenagers any day but not a strikingly handsome man. Suddenly she felt way out of her depth and looked around her unsure of what to do next. The idea of giving her own name in return hadnt even crossed her mind. The instant panic passing, she took in a deep breath and sort of waved her hand towards the exhibit Interesting all this she tried to sound calmer than she actually felt and glanced back up at him. Which was another mistake. His eyes were unbelievable, she almost did a double take, she had never seen eyes so piercingly blue before. She knew her cheeks were bright red by now so tried to grasp at something to say but for what seemed an age, nothing came to her. Instead she just smiled her painfully shy smile as she tore her own her own blue eyes from his and pretended to focus on the Mayan exhibit again, all the while, her hands fumbling with her small bag.
Thread: Fall into Darkness ((myself and Mira))

Rick was of course quite unaware of the way he often affected women when he put his best foot forward. So when she did not offer her name and turned back to the exhibit he assumed that it simply meant she was not interested. At the same time though he had put himself out there and if he simply walked off now he would seem even more the bookish loser than he normally thought himself to be. He turned back to the exhibit trying to salvage some semblance of what little dignity he felt he had, See how the knife glints... volcanic glass, they used it for hunting and cooking since ht stayed so sharp... ritual knives were usually made from flint. I guess he missed the way the light caught the edges since this one looks more gray than white or black. He slipped his hands into his pockets out of habit. It was a very old habit and made him look even more the bookish loner more oft than not. Rick had always been rather awkward and never really fit in... guess that went with the genius label and all the grants and skipped grades though. These days he was an established specialist in lost civilizations and esoteric myth... but truth was he was not any older that the buxom beauty beside him. He could not help but notice her impressive curves when she crossed her arms like that. By the time she waved her hand at the exhibit he was a little distracted but was managing to get his focus back to where it usually was... which on some days was still fairly absent minded. Put him in a room full of academics and students and he could go for hours without being flustered at all. But standing next to a beautiful blond bombshell he felt like the awkward kid in school all over again. Well this exhibit is not mine, it is Smiths... but yeah I always loved the study of lost civilizations... that and the random myths most people don't know about or care about are really my bread and butter. I may not look it given my age but I am actually pretty good at all this stuff... just not good with the crowds is all.
Thread: Fall into Darkness ((myself and Mira))

Relief seemed to sweep through her as he began to talk, relieving the tension in the air that she was sure the whole room could feel by this stage. She was terrible at meeting new people, she genuinely wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole right there and then. As he began to explain about the blades, she tried to concentrate on his words but for some reason the melodic ring to his voice she found captivating. Turning her head ever so slightly, she watched him from the corner or her eye as he spoke. His features were remarkable, his face soft, warm and friendly though also intense as he spoke about something he was obviously passionate about. Normally, she would be very intimidated by someone that seemed so highly intellectual but she couldnt seem to do her usual and make an excuse and leave. There was something very different about this man. It may have been the fact that he seemed more interested in what he was talking about, rather than trying to make himself sound bigger and better than what he was. Even when he said that he was good at all this stuff, she felt he was being more than modest. Now knowing that he was employed here at the museum proved she was right as she glanced back at the exhibit again, seeing for the first time in detail the blade he was speaking of. Noticing the glint that he had spoken of she wondered if he looked at everything in such minute detail. When he stopped talking she smiled a little more friendly towards him this time, not so much afraid, but she really wanted to make the effort to let him know that she wasnt just a dumb blond, that she did in fact have a brain in her head, unfortunately though for her, it was proving useless to her at that moment. Kali she said in a very low soft voice my name is Kali.
Thread: Fall into Darkness ((myself and Mira))

When the beautiful blond introduced herself Rick turned and flashed her his best attempt at a charming smile and then took her hand once more and bowed a bit in a very old fashioned manor, It is a pleasure to meet you Kali, and if I may say so that is a positively lovely name. He began to wonder if maybe he had been wrong and the busty beauty was not shooting him down but at the same time his history made him remain rather cautious. After all women with looks like hers could have pretty much any man they wanted so why settle for some bookworm who spends his days in dark rooms in the back of the museum with dusty books and statues. He could remember dozens of times growing up where he tried to get the attention of women like her, the sort of bombshells most men dream of and few ever see... it never seemed to end well for him though. Of course at the time he had been several years younger than the large breasted and bubbly cheerleaders at school, they laughed him off as a 'kid' and ran off to have their dates with musclebound jocks. Yeah that had done wonders for the self esteem of a young boy genius. By the time he was in college he felt brave enough to try again... but both the collage hotties and the beautiful professors gave him much the same treatment as the cheerleaders had before. But here he was again making a valiant attempt to gain the attention of a buxom blond beauty. So what brings a beauty such as yourself to our humble museum if I might be so bold as to ask... I mean most of those who come to these things are bookworms like myself not lovely ladies straight off the cover of a magazine. It was his clumsy attempt at flirting and complementing the beautiful woman standing beside him... and if it went badly he could always retreat back to his office to research more dusty artifacts.