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The Never-Ending Labyrinth At The Bottom Of The Cellars

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One-Eye the wildcat

Quote from: Kade Rivok on November 26, 2019, 02:42:49 PM
Quote from: shisteer of nothing much on November 26, 2019, 08:18:28 AM
Actually, that's entirely correct. The southern hemisphere is insignificant and unnecessary, and so, therefore, are its inhabitants.
But isn't NZ in Australia or something?
Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

It's kinda near it tho...
"What will become of us? Where will we go, we who wander this vast wasteland in search of our better selves?"

"Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I'm an agent of chaos."
Long live the RRR!!


Verdauga

I've been looking back over these past few months, and I've felt off. Felt different. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to go back to the good old days.
But now? Could I just ignore all the ways I've suffered and grown? Caught hold and let go? Could I return from life, having now lived?

Booklover

Unless you're one of those idiots who calls the continent of Oceania 'Australia'. Then New Zealand is in Australia.
Error. Error. Cannot compute.

The Skarzs

Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Verdauga

I've been looking back over these past few months, and I've felt off. Felt different. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to go back to the good old days.
But now? Could I just ignore all the ways I've suffered and grown? Caught hold and let go? Could I return from life, having now lived?

The Skarzs

Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Kade Rivok

Words!
Writings of a Mad Man

Songs!
Kade's Vocal Emporium

Gaming!
The Noob Combo

Super Special Medals!

Jarky Thistlebrush

Perhaps more. I mean, you might be able to stack Texases on top of each other.
The following is a list of things to bring on holiday:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
42 ~ Seb's Humility ~ Seb's toothbrush ~ Seb's soul ~ Half a Plane ~ Your Toothbrush ~ A creeping anxiety every time you look at your toothbrush ~ Pure Terror every time you look at your toothbrush ~ Death every time you look at your toothbrush

I had to move everything off the list but the bare essentials to make way for this:

Ebantu the Kararehe

Quote from: Kade Rivok on November 26, 2019, 02:42:49 PM
Quote from: shisteer of nothing much on November 26, 2019, 08:18:28 AM
Actually, that's entirely correct. The southern hemisphere is insignificant and unnecessary, and so, therefore, are its inhabitants.
But isn't NZ in Australia or something?
Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

I'm going to kill you. *reaches menacingly for bow*
Infant Ebby is a smol, out-of-control firebending terror. It's a good thing she's also quite cute.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.


shisteer of nothing much

Quote from: Ebantu the Kararehe on November 29, 2019, 06:33:15 AM
Quote from: Kade Rivok on November 26, 2019, 02:42:49 PM
Quote from: shisteer of nothing much on November 26, 2019, 08:18:28 AM
Actually, that's entirely correct. The southern hemisphere is insignificant and unnecessary, and so, therefore, are its inhabitants.
But isn't NZ in Australia or something?
Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

I'm going to kill you. *reaches menacingly for bow*
I can hold your cloak while you do it, if you want.
    I have a shiny thing! See?


And also some random, unnecessary coding.[/li][/list]<br /><br />

Long live the RRR!

The Skarzs

*Meanwhile, the rat has woken up to this argumentation.*
Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Booklover

Error. Error. Cannot compute.

The Skarzs

Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Booklover

Error. Error. Cannot compute.

Verdauga

I've been looking back over these past few months, and I've felt off. Felt different. At the time, I wanted nothing more than to go back to the good old days.
But now? Could I just ignore all the ways I've suffered and grown? Caught hold and let go? Could I return from life, having now lived?