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Come And Learn, Young Children! AKA The School

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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?

Kade Rivok

Words!
Writings of a Mad Man

Songs!
Kade's Vocal Emporium

Gaming!
The Noob Combo

Super Special Medals!

lass of something much

𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱

shisteer of nothing much

Quote from: Verdauga on March 10, 2020, 07:08:09 PM
*Smiles at Shisteer.*

Exceptionally necessary, I'd say.
Seriously! That was a private thought. Nobeast but Kade should be able to hear it.
    I have a shiny thing! See?


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

Long live the RRR!

Kade Rivok

I think you need to make sure to not hit "reply all" when sending these messages.
Words!
Writings of a Mad Man

Songs!
Kade's Vocal Emporium

Gaming!
The Noob Combo

Super Special Medals!

Verdauga

*Shakes head.*

School signup form includes the opening of all telepathic channels. Protection against cheating.
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

𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱

Kade Rivok

Quote from: Verdauga on March 10, 2020, 08:58:53 PM
*Shakes head.*

School signup form includes the opening of all telepathic channels. Protection against cheating.

I signed no such waiver.
Words!
Writings of a Mad Man

Songs!
Kade's Vocal Emporium

Gaming!
The Noob Combo

Super Special Medals!

Ebantu the Kararehe

*is busy carving things in Tengwar onto the metal maths book with my claws*
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.


lass of something much

𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱

Ebantu the Kararehe

O_O *hides under desk* That took ages to write.
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.


Verdauga

*Laughs dismissively.*

Now now, Lass. Don't fire ordnance indoors. *Laughs again.*

*Takes the grenade launcher and tosses it into the closet, which opened of its own accord.*
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

Verdauga, may I have another metal book? They are very good for carving on.
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.


Verdauga

No, no. The grenade needs a minimal distance before it arms. The room is safe.
*Laughs and tosses the grenade into the closet, which closes just before a dull boom echoes out.*
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

*shrugs and continues shooting deadly darts into random targets*
𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓼𝓱