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OUR BEST WAR CRY?

LONG LIVE OUR BABY CRIES!!!
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FOR SPIRIT, SOUL, DEATH AND MIGHT!!!
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FOR POWER GLORY AND MEMORIES!
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Duck.
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Total Members Voted: 21

Jarky Thistlebrush

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Except there are a million or so ants. I added the labels so you don't get mixed up.
Quote from: shisteer of nothing much on November 18, 2020, 01:43:04 AM
Low voices are great.
Yeah... My voice isn't particularly low.
The following is a list of things to bring on holiday:
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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:

shisteer of nothing much

    I have a shiny thing! See?


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

Long live the RRR!

Booklover

Great drawing. Not as sarcastic as you might think.
Error. Error. Cannot compute.

Russa Nodrey

I especially love how detailed Book's face is! Very well done.
Freddy

lass of something much

Quote from: Jarky Thistlebrush on November 18, 2020, 08:13:56 AM
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Except there are a million or so ants. I added the labels so you don't get mixed up.
Quote from: shisteer of nothing much on November 18, 2020, 01:43:04 AM
Low voices are great.
Yeah... My voice isn't particularly low.

*Giggles quietly so as not to hurt Scott's ears* Ooo, buuurn
𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱

Booklover

Error. Error. Cannot compute.

shisteer of nothing much

    I have a shiny thing! See?


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

Long live the RRR!

lass of something much

Quote from: Booklover on November 18, 2020, 10:06:18 AM
What's up with Scott's ears?
Nothing, I just happen to be very close to them at present...
𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱

Booklover

I thought you'd double posted for a second because you and Teer have really similar profile pics.

Ah, I see.
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Verdauga

*Gets up and kicks down a convenient door.*

HEY Y'ALL HOW'S IT GOING?
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?

lass of something much

*Whimpers very quietly, but is inwardly screaming*
𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱

Booklover

Why? *plays happy music in an attempt to cheer Lass up*
Error. Error. Cannot compute.

Jarky Thistlebrush

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:

shisteer of nothing much

Quote from: Verdauga on November 18, 2020, 10:29:17 PM
*Gets up and kicks down a convenient door.*

HEY Y'ALL HOW'S IT GOING?
*was hiding behind the door, waiting to surprise Verdauga with a tray of cupcakes* Ouch. *cupcakes are now ruined, I am slightly squashed and the door is on top of it all*
    I have a shiny thing! See?


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

Long live the RRR!

Verdauga

I-I-I-I thought you were at the futon! That's why I got up and kicked down the door over here; I-I-I-I....*Sigh* Sorry.
*Holds out hand/paw/claw/ phalangenal hub to Teer.* Here. Help you up.
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?