You missed your period there, Rat. Be careful.
But this is all what reviews are about, especially with Biashock Infinite.
Oh, she admitted it.
Oh HoT, I hope your passion for Pokemon will never cease in its burning intensity.
I am going game-hunting with a friend through the entire city today because we never placed pre-orders. I have always enjoyed the idea of Pokéfrance. Time to photoshop Forsaken's head onto all of the gym leaders.
Alright alright, I understand that the forum may not always be active but do not worry your voice will be heard m'dear! Thank you for joining, budding grove that will eventually blossom into a beautiful forest encompassing all in glorious anime brony bisexuality. Please do not hesitate to ask for directions if you need them when travelling this highway.
It appears that one of our administrators has used the time machine to propel himself backwards in time and recreate his experiences as a new member. I bid you a fair welcome and I hope the bok choy will forever be unwilted.
Thank you! I was on hiatus for a week but I will do so right now.
Khakis in this day and age refer more to a type of modern dress trousers usually with similar colouring.
Even in Kingdom Hearts, the scenes with partial nudity give me terrifying headaches from bad memories. Spoiler
Hello everyone! It was a pleasure roleplaying while I could but now I must depart from Cupid's Brew. In the recent events of the past many weeks and in-RP days it is clear enough that the level of productivity in my posts and posting and efficiency with doing basic things has taken a sharp dip due to the amount of work and business I have outside of the forum itself. In such a way I feel that my leave will be the best option for myself, because there is little point in my continued RP existence when there is no real assurance that I will get a chance to stop this, and also yourself who will not need to deal with some of the stress associated with my recent erratic posting habits. Due to the fact I never put Fatime to sleep I do not think I would be able to re-join but alas, such is life. I sincerely apologize. I adore all of you and I am glad we made the friendships we did. Bang.
Please dear lord in heaven Game Freak Arceus Mewthree grant unto us your divine wisdom with a Hoenn remake.
How else do you think the staff receive promotions?
Forsaken just refuses to admit his parents being Mish and Jayn.
The Philippines. I have never tried balut myself but my Filipino friends are polarized over it.
{ m u s i c }[ great expectations ] Fatime quietly sipped a cup of coffee to herself as she turned another page of Tom McSynkson's Space Dandy. The cafe today was almost ghost-like, with only a few ragged-looking stragglers sitting down to enjoy the morning snap, and the liveliest thing being the slowly rotating fan above her head. She dangled her stubby legs over the circular chair and occasionally snuck glances out at the window, then to her tablet, then back to her book. Although she was nearly unnoticeable, a mouse in the corner of the fragrant coffee-scented hole in the middle of the city. She looked out the window again and realized how much the past few months had given her time to think and open up her mind a bit. She stared back at the page and traced a finger along the yellowing crease, her eyes fixated on the words. Her cold, bare hand felt the warm steam emanate from the coffee cup near her. A bird chirped outside and she did not turn her head, not one bit. She was much too busy in her own thoughts. The silence in the thick steamy air was broken by the sound of a low-tuned radio and the occasional cough that Fatime's ears picked up as the tell-tale beginnings of what could be the virus which had begun such a while ago. What a lamentation she would used to think that the virus had not afflicted her at that very time as she would stay up nights gazing at the giant origami tome that served to house her final memories of the brother she vowed she would think less and less of each month. She turned her cherry, spring-sharpened nose to the cold window again. There wasn't anybody coming yet. Her legs dangled upon the seat. It was for the best that she tried to move on from whatever it was that happened. Sometimes her legs would hurt. There wasn't anybody coming yet. Did she see some movement by the streets? They were empty and barren and rubbed a harsh white from a far-too-late winter that bred dangerous viruses like these. Cough, cough, tick tick, the clock on the corner of the wall chimed and she took a sip of coffee. There wasn't anybody coming yet. Her legs dangled and she read a bit of her book. What a lamentation she would used to think she actually wanted the virus. Cough, cough. That man was getting quite annoying she would have to say! But from her time in the hospital she learned that he certainly wasn't at fault. Did he have the virus? She looked outside the window. There wasn't anybody coming yet. Barren like a graveyard. Was that somebody with a face mask? She read a few more words and flipped the page, leaning her head on the side of the table. The coffee's warmth stung at her bare skin. But Fatime ... don't be silly. Cough cough. Fatime, don't be silly, you were the one who started this and decided to get on with this rational bit of silliness that would make anything in Hamlet look sane when you were very well aware that -- cough, cough, tick, tick -- it was highly unlikely anybody would come here due to the very fact that nobody wanted to exit their homes in the midst of the dangerous virus that could -- cough cough -- Fatime whipped her head towards the side, and a man wearing a dirty felt cap rose and left quickly. Her stern gaze dropped to one of suspicion and nervousness. How dare she suddenly jump on someone like him who may very well be sick with the virus! It was uncertain what kind of virus it was but it was most likely a stepping block for anybody to join her little useless party in the middle of an empty cafe -- Fatime mused and almost burnt her hand on the coffee cup -- oh no! It wasn't in their best interests, was it, Fatime? She felt her hands shiver. Tick, tick, tick. Freaking hecksickles. Fatime continued to read the book. This was nonsense! She should have known that nobody would come dear all that is holy among shakespeare's work fatime you are a right fool for thinking anything would come out of this -- beat, beat, tick, tick -- tap, tap. Ack! Fatime flew back away from the window, almost knocking away her coffee. She stumbled away and quickly caught it, making sure it did not spill anything on her book. A pigeon sat by the window and stared back at her. Eh? Fatime brought herself back to an upright position and leaned forward to see the pigeon more closely. What a sweet little bag of garbage! The pigeon did not tap the glass this time and just stared silently, motionless, back at Fatime, from behind the window.
While the government shutdown may indeed not have much effect for a good number of people, it does pose a problem in the ~700,000 people it has put on unpaid leave, the various services that people do require generally losing funding, and the ideological problem it poses on both a micrological and macrological scale. Micrological showing that the government is very unstable. Macrological in that it makes the US look powerless and like a bureaucratic red-tape laughingstock of the Western world. Hence: That being said, these things apparently never last too long for any permanent damage ... apparently.
This model is still a bit inaccurate because the bird would realistically swerve upwards and crash into the debt ceiling, you see.
One of the government shutdowns involved accurate forum quoting. I apologize for this loss.
There go the Republican approval ratings. Again.
