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This should be better. They say everything is bigger in Texas, no?
This is about as likely as the UN Security Council.
I attempted to do this over the internet and I tapped my screen so hard it shattered. Be right back.
I can understand why people are not fond of live-action castings of Dragon Ball.
"Remember to post in Odamadillo's thread acknowledging you would go back in time and tell yourself this in the future going back in the past to stabilize the time loop."
Someone tie up the Bastille before this little rebellion gets out of hand!
Because we forgot to purchase the Phoenix Downs again.
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY ... Ah ... Where-- Where was he? It was dark. Completely dark. Cherno could only see, at best, a few centimeters in front of him. What had happened? The last he remembered, he was drifting off to sleep in the library, and now he was here ... Hm. Surely there must be a light switch somewhere ... Cherno stood up and-- FUCK. OW. He hit his head on the low ceiling? Real smooth, Cherno. Wincing in pain and rubbing the back of his head, he held his arms out to try and look through the darkness for something that would help. ... Oh. Oh, what was this? He felt something. A small switch. Perhaps it would help? Eh ... HTML: int logic ( ) { Press the switch? You could have something negative happen. But you had no other options ... I suppose you should do it. } Click. ... Silence. And then-- A red light began blinking. Red words appeared in a hologram in front of him, and the room -- a small box-like enclave with a tiny hatch acting as the door, was bathed in a dangerous crimson light. WARNING !!WARNING !!WARNING !! Uh ...
int logic ( ) { Press the switch? You could have something negative happen. But you had no other options ... I suppose you should do it. }
[/url] TUMBLRxxx LOGICxxx VECTOR TIMExxx INTERACTIONxxx MENTAL HEALTH MEMORY Oh. They seemed busy. Oh well. More sleep for him. Cherno took out the small airship sphere and began throwing it up and down in his hand as he whistled and walked away, trying not to let Harley or the other boy -- probably a Brookridge native, notice his leave. He reached his familiar cushion seat and decided to sleep once again. Slumping down onto the large bean bag, he splayed his legs forward and dangled his arms and head around in a puddly mess. He aimlessly closed his eyes, ready to rest, and dragged his hand by the bookcase. This was all so uneventfu-- Suddenly, the book case opened, and Cherno fell in through the strange passage.
It had been a long sleep. Cherno, still stuck in the washroom, wandering among the shelves, was able to come across a small scene near the library edge. Harley and a currently unknown young man were both standing there. "Oh. Hey," Cherno began.
I-I know this is sudden, but ... Please ... be my valentine /////// ...
You are a fool, Cherno Plume. By this point, you had little idea where you were. Was the library really that large? The sounds of voices drifted off, and you felt as if you were descending farther and farther into something dangerous ... Everyone seemed gone. But right before you could do much else, you needed to rest. The snow crashed against the windows violently under the influence of the winds. How stanky. Stuck in the labyrinth, Cherno sat down on one of the few wooden chairs and tried to get some rest. Little did he know that his very dreams would keep him as trapped as the blizzard had been ...
Cherno woke up. Oh, it was-- it was snowing outside. OH PARABOLAS. It was a blizzard. It-- it was already here. He tried rushing over down through the library comically to see if there was anyone else there who could notice him moving around like a buffoon before.
The universe's head would explode from trying to completely identify Graham's Number. It is the only explanation for the Big Bang.
As much as I am a caring wife, Wookiie is not a yuri ship.
Spoiler: NSFW Breast is popular for a reason, you see.
Happy Slytherin! From the perspective of the Gregorian Calendar we follow, that is understandable. Our calendar's dates start at what we consider to be the New Year, along with its twelve months divided into a set number of days, etc. etc. However, many different cultures have completely different calendars, with their own months, own days, own festivites, etc. The Gregorian Calendar corresponds to the passage of time in a different way than the Chinese, Hindu, Mayan, or any other sort of calendar. All of these calendars are generally unique in how they divide up time. Sometimes they correspond to lunar phases, or crop growth cycles, or et cetera. But in the end they are all just different ways of observing the passage of time. So no, they are not late unless they fall behind on days by reference of the Chinese calendar. Our Western calendar is irrelevant (generally).
The door opened and Olivia, before she could send her first call, was suddenly knocked unconscious by the immediate presence of strange gas that quickly entered the room, accompanying the footsteps. And thus she slept as her puppeteer tried to handle a few other things.
