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Started by Søren, February 10, 2016, 05:00:14 AM

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Cornflower MM

COME BACK HERE YOU BLOODY TAILFEATHER!

Lady Ashenwyte

The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Cornflower MM


BlueRose

Why is LA a bloody tailfeather?
Was anyone else on the old DAB forum, circa 2009? I was recently reminded of it, lol.

Bitterly jittery, and not very glittery.

Cornflower MM

Quote from: Cornflower MM on February 21, 2016, 10:15:04 PM
Quote from: Banya on February 16, 2016, 03:55:15 PM
*returns Corny's book*

Thank you.

Quote from: Lord Ashenwyte on February 18, 2016, 08:41:43 AM
*Touches book* *Touches book again* *Flees from retribution*

*Flings self off the chair and starts chasing Ash with frying pan*

That's why.

BlueRose

Ah. Ok. *sticks leg out to trip the bloody tailfeather*

I don't condone people who mess with books.
Was anyone else on the old DAB forum, circa 2009? I was recently reminded of it, lol.

Bitterly jittery, and not very glittery.

Cornflower MM


BlueRose

Not doing it for you, hon. The book holds my allegiance. :P
Was anyone else on the old DAB forum, circa 2009? I was recently reminded of it, lol.

Bitterly jittery, and not very glittery.

Cornflower MM


BlueRose

*catches book, grinning, and runs away with it* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Was anyone else on the old DAB forum, circa 2009? I was recently reminded of it, lol.

Bitterly jittery, and not very glittery.

Lady Ashenwyte

*Flies away before I can be tripped or before the brick hits me* *Steals the book*
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Delthion

*Smashes Ash into the ground, where he sits dazed. Then takes book and hands it to Corn.*
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Søren



I'm retired from the forum

Skyblade

*Is sitting on a windowsill* Hi.

Thanks, MatthiasMan, for the avatar!

Hickory

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.