Alright I fucking feel it dude I'm gonna sleep a real sleep tonight.
Alright I fucking feel it dude I'm gonna sleep a real sleep tonight.
goodnight sweetcheeks
Last edited by Zurvan; May 26th, 2016 at 06:47 AM.
nothing like establishing a nation out of my enemy's former colonies, make for good meat shields
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<NEW FIC!> Revolution #9: Somewhere out there, there's a universe in which your mistakes and failures never happened, and all you wished for is true. How hard would you fight to make that real?
[11:20:46 AM] GlowStiks: lucina is supes attractive
[12:40] Lace: lucina is amazing
[12:40] Neir: lucina is pretty much flawless
I'm amazed I even won the war. If it weren't for my Corvette's thrusters i'd be vassalized.
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Meh. I'm occupying everything. Techs take 120+ months at this point though.
They had armored space torpedoes while I had regular lasers. I shouldn't have won but I did and got a lot of research boosts thanks to the debris.
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Research point-defense if you're dealing with missile weapons.
It weirds me out that fighter/bomber squadron techs come so late in the game.
Imagine that the world is made out of love. Now imagine that it isn’t.
Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don’t, they’ll die.
Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
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So weird how all the lessons are petering away at school as we no longer have to go to a lesson once we've done the exam in that subject. Loads of people just don't show up to lessons and accompanied by the fact there is generally a more dreamy and relaxed atmosphere in summer, it feels very surreal.
11:59:59. Another day wasted.
すい水てん天ほう彷ふつ彿
はるかな海上の水と空とが接していて、どこまでが水でどこまでが空かはっきり見分けられないさ ま。
^ same
just played a game as mei for the first time and now i can understand this:
I have released a kirby into the wild after rceiving much cruor sama praise
The Hall of Selected Cruor Praise
Did you give him a catte for companionship in the wild
Imagine that the world is made out of love. Now imagine that it isn’t.
Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don’t, they’ll die.
Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
Blog of Fiction for You to Consume
Other Links
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