Qvnsq

## **Qvnsq** a.k.a. Thanh

* Legendary Cambodian Barista
* Wears Skinny Jeans of Constriction (+10 charisma, -10 speed)

* Has his own 1080p wallpaper made by Darren.
* Has his own patented particle accelerator blueprint. http://skypechat.wikia.com/wiki/File:Thanh%27s\_pratical\_elongated\_neutrino\_isometric\_smasher.png
* wrote a review on Death March
* also wrote a review on the bunny girl movie
* Regarding Thanh's "chaotic" sleeping schedule

http://imgur.com/a/nLOXA

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''I don't complain" in reference to learning tabletop game rules. 732pm 8/8/21

"People don't kill people, guns do" 12:46pm 2018 10 26

"I fucking love traps" 9pm 2019 3 25

"I came here for the cuck, but instead I got the feels"

R.Lin :"But she got a dick" T.Dip:"So?" 6/8/22 1:16am

Thanh's review on the "Three body problem" by Liu Cixin

"The Three-Body Problem by Liu Cixin

Let me tell you a story that about my past that is only tangentially related, it's not a waste of time promise. But first insert pop sci explanation. Let me go into extraneous detail about random shit first before that as I insert pop sci every other paragraph. Oh nooo science is wrong, I'm going craaaaazzzy. Oh noooo. Let through in a fuck ton of obfuscation to only reveal the obvious, LMAO aliens. Btw that story that barely had shit to do with anything jk, was lying theres more. Ohhh noo humanity bad. Wait nvm humanity not so bad. Oh you thought the story ended let me describe random shit about unfolding a proton into 11 dimensions then build a computer on the proton and quantum entangle it with some other protons. shiiet the humans know whatever will they do. I'll tell ya but first insert pop sci. lol chaos so random amirite, threesome problem. great book"

* food 1
* food 2
* food 3
* food 4
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This is the beginning of a prototype story that Thanh has written. It is a truly beautiful Yuri that starts off slow but ends with a bang (this work of literature is not a freework, you may not use this in any of your projects for free) :

LOL
academy, a massive school known for its gifted students, high tuition and, a
rich kid’s playground. I stand before the behemoth, one massive building before
me with two others, one to each side. The massive middle one that towers before
me was not my destination however. The one beside it to the right stood just as
tall and gave a feeling just as frightful. I headed towards it.

                “Hello.”
I say as I pick up my cell phone. My eyes darting side to side taking in the
new sight.

                “Hey, are
you their yet?” The voice at the other end was calming, it was my longtime
friend.

                “Yeah,
and the school is massive.” I keep on walking yet, the building does not get
closer. I didn’t mind though, as the campus was beautiful, and I needed to stretch
my legs after the long flight.

                “I
heard. So how was your flight?”

                “It
wasn’t bad. I had to sit next to this old lady who was sick though. Couldn’t
get any sleep.”

                “Wow
that must’ve been bad.” She said with a couple of chuckles. “How are you feeling
now?” She didn’t mean the flight. Before I left I cried my eyes out. My eyes
were probably still a little red.

                “Not
too bad I guess.” I responded to her but then she gave me a hard sigh.

                “Come
on, you’re in Japan for god sakes. I would kill to be you right now.”

                “Yeah,
I know. I wish you came.” There was a short silence in the other end.

                “Yeah.”

                “Alright
Amy, I’ll call you later. Got to go, I’m already at the tech wing.” I shut off
the phone. Of course I was almost nowhere near the building. Stores and some
students sprawled across my eyes, some students seemingly half asleep swerving
to and fro as they walk. I held a piece of paper with a map of the campus, it
was as huge as it looked. One big red circle was on the paper with the words ‘Orientation’
next to it. From the map I was only half way to my destination, an auditorium
at the southwest side of the campus. I wasn’t particularly late so I wasn’t
worried but I decided to get more familiar with the campus. “Still got some
time, might as well go check out some stores.” I whispered to no one in
particular.

                I
walked into a building with a big glass roof, the sky was still a little dark.
The whole place seemed like a mall. There were 3 floors, each one with all
kinds of different stores. I walked around, only looking through the windows
and stopping periodically whenever something caught my eye. The ‘mall’ had
particularly anything a student would need, I guess that was its purpose but it
was impressive with groceries store to a couple of small clothing stores. I
looked at an outfit displayed through a window and look down at myself. The
model wore a gray cardigan with frills on its sleeves, a plaid skirt, and held
a designer purse in its hand. I wore some jeans and a petite T-shirt. I kept on
walking.

Amy was my friend. My one and only
true friend. I was always a shy girl, I didn’t exactly fit in with my peers. I
tried though, I really did. In the end it never worked. I even tried to be
friends with guys, but that never took off. Either they were too shy like me or
it was too awkward. I was alone for the most part. I never knew why and never
cared to know exactly why. One day I met Amy, it was raining outside. I didn’t
exactly cared though, rain never hurt anyone. I love the rain. I was walking
towards where I usually go after classes, Molinari’s Panettone, a pastry store
that I love. Ironically they never sold panettones. I grabbed my usual, a
cinnamon bun and a piece of their daily cake special.

                I
walked outside and saw my schools uniform. It was an all-girls catholic school.
The girl stood solemn in the rain. I stared at her back, I wonder what she was
doing. I walked down the small stair that wrapped around the side of the store,
tucking my pastries closer to me so they would get wet as much. It was still
pouring.

                “Hey.”
She turn around and walked towards me. “Can I have some, I really feel like
eating some sweets right now.”

                “Huh.”
I stared blankly stopping midway down the stairs. Was she talking to me or
someone else? I looked around but I could only see the cashier lady behind the
store window.

                “Yes,
I’m talking to you.” She laughed and took a bunch of her hair, wringing it out
like a towel as she walked towards me. “Oh man, it is pouring isn’t it?” I just
stood silent. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do. So I did
nothing. “Hey you. Yes you.” She came even closer and waved a hand at me, then
just looked at me as if I was some still life art.

                “Y-yeah.
Do I… do I know you?”  I finally said
something. I am sure she is from my school but I did not recognize her.

                “You’re
a weird girl, you know that? Walking in a store completely drenched to your
toes. ” She was wringing out her shirt. I never got what was wrong with being
wet compared to being dry. Sure it causes trouble to other people but it
shouldn’t be that big of a deal. Water is just water.

                “Me
weird? You’re the one just standing in the middle of the sidewalk looking like
a cat that just got thrown away by its owner.”

                “Ah, so
you do talk. I thought you were partially mute at first. That stings though, I
liked you better when you didn’t talk as much.” She made a gesture at her heart
acting like she has been shot.

                “We’d
just met…..”

                “……Your
right!” She laughed and then leaned closer to the stair rail I was standing
behind.

                “Hey,
can I get some of that cake.” She looked greedily at the transparent bag I was
holding.

                “No.”

                “AWWW.
What, come on please?”

                “Go buy
your own.”

                “You’re
a stingy girl, not even sparing a crumb for a friend.”

                “Alright…..It
always nice to feed the homeless I guess.”

                “Who do
you think I am?”

                “A
mooch.”

Our conversation, or should I say
bargain, lasted through the night. It turns out neither of us needed to be home.
It was the most fun I had in a long time. I was never able to talk this much
with anyone else, but with her it seemed to come natural. It was like we were
long time friends already, like people in fiction who through the course of a
couple scenes become lifelong friends. Maybe fiction isn’t always fiction.

                “Hey, why
do you always make a face sometimes?”

                “Do you
mean always or do you mean sometimes.” We were sitting at the base of a tree
eating our lunch. The school was loaded so the lunch was always appetizing and
at least filling.

                “Buuu.
You know what I mean. That face, it seems like you are scared of something.”

                “Buu?” Sometimes
she would just make weird noises. I later learned why. She made an exaggerated
pouty face and laughed.

                She was
a sophomore like me, I was surprised when I heard she had no others friends
either. I found her once sitting at the stump of a tree eating her lunch
happily, humming a song too. She didn’t seem to care about anything. I envied
her. Others thought she was weird, they thought I was weird too. I guess two
wrongs made a right. We would hang out together anytime we felt like, my grades
were good since I had nothing but time. Unsurprisingly she didn’t care about
hers. It was the two of us, we kept each other company for the years we were at
our school. St. Augustine it was called, generic as any other catholic schools,
not that I been to many, just that they have that kind of feeling to them.
Every single one them called saint something, with all the students in uniform,
and all the students looking well mannered. The school was perfect for me,
people minded their own business here, or at least they just ignored you. In my
freshman year I survived with the absolute minimal amount of human contact, I would remember going weeks without having to talk to a single person. It was great. Now I had someone to share that isolation with. It was even better. Now here I am in a new school, in a whole other country. It was definitely more than I bargained for.

                -There can be good Hitlers. 02/17/2017 2:45 am