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Started by Jukka the Sling, February 10, 2016, 08:58:45 PM

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Rosie Willowwater

*sniffs* Thanks. *starts setting other stuff ablase*
                    

HeadInAnotherGalaxy

*Zeez a Roach* Roach! *Pickz up Roach und takez it ootzoide tae rezcue it, vhich ze Art teacher daez nae loike, und fer zome reazon 'az cauzed a rumour zat ah eat zem tae ztart zpreadin' troughoot ze zchool*
Every part o' zat 'az actually 'appened (Nae ze eatin' zem part)
NARDOLE; You are completely out of your mind!
DOCTOR: How is that news to anyone?

"I am Yomin Carr, the harbinger of doom. I am the beginning of the end of your people!" -Yomin Carr

-Sometime later, the second mate was unexpectedly rescued by the subplot, which had been trailing a bit behind the boat (and the plot). The whole story moved along.

Russa Nodrey

^Wat.

*Throws a grenade into the teacher's lounge*

@Groddil Do I get an A? :D
Freddy

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.

Russa Nodrey

^I can only see a likkle box with an x in it.
Freddy

Groddil

Oh yes, great work Russa. And, the heat from the grenade toasted my sandwich. A+!

Russa Nodrey

Freddy

Amarith Waterspring

*Walks around poking people with pencils*
Is this what you mean?
Rosie is weird,
Violets are weirder,
I can't rhyme,
Potato.

Russa Nodrey

Freddy

Delthion

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.

Chipster of Noonvale


Lady Amber

*Makes a paper airplane and makes it fly around the room*

Russa Nodrey

*Sets fire to the paper airplane and watches it fly around the room*
Freddy

Lady Amber

*The paper airplane burns to ash and falls in a pile on Russa's head*

Delthion

* Delthion drives a recently repaired car through the halls of Brockhall High.
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.