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The Skarzs

Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Kade Rivok

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Sebias of Redwall

"I can only speak two languages. English and rubbish." ~Brian Jacques <br /><br />"No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly." <br /><br />"Evil labours with vast power and perpetual success - in vain: preparing always only the soil for unexpected good to sprout in."<br /><br />~JRR Tolkien<br /><br />Long live the RRR!

Booklover

Error. Error. Cannot compute.

Ebantu the Kararehe

Absolutely. It was kind of inevitable, though.
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.


Kade Rivok

Now for something different!

What is everyone's take on walruses?
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Booklover

They're alright. Not as amazing as penguins or herons.
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?

Ebantu the Kararehe

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawm!!! (I finished reading 'The Pearls of Lutra')
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.


Kade Rivok

Words!
Writings of a Mad Man

Songs!
Kade's Vocal Emporium

Gaming!
The Noob Combo

Super Special Medals!

Ebantu the Kararehe

Really though, that word sounds so funny if you say it out loud the way the seals would have.
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.


The Skarzs

Quote from: Kade Rivok on January 09, 2020, 03:41:33 PM
Now for something different!

What is everyone's take on walruses?
They taste weird. Too much blubber.
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!

Booklover

Quote from: Verdauga on January 09, 2020, 06:56:36 PM
In your opinion.
Which, in my opinion, is more important than your opinion.

How much do you value a pair of trainers (sneakers to you, I believe) from a recently destroyed planet that are most likely the last of their kind?
Error. Error. Cannot compute.

Verdauga

Quote from: Booklover on January 11, 2020, 03:13:53 PM
Which, in my opinion, is more important than your opinion.
How important you think it is is immaterial.
Quote from: Booklover on January 11, 2020, 03:13:53 PM
How much do you value a pair of trainers (sneakers to you, I believe) from a recently destroyed planet that are most likely the last of their kind?
It depends on how long they last. If it were a journal (or diary) it'd be priceless.
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?