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And his secretary is Miss -- Lawson, with her faithful manservant -- Taylor.Azint wrote...
You misread me. Let me restate it in a much simpler way: do it.NuclearBuddha wrote...
No, really. I'm being serious. And then he's released to the personal care of Dr. -- Timothy, a psychologist known for his unconventional and some say unethical treatments.
Modifié par NuclearBuddha, 24 juin 2010 - 07:21 .
NuclearBuddha wrote...
I used to live on the edge of a state forest. It had a road in it that literally ran nowhere. There were a bunch of abandoned farms back there that I used to go tromping around. I'm probably lucky to be alive, since I didn't practice the buddy system at all.cannedcream wrote...
And the sad thing is; I would.
Ah man, I wish I had pictures of the old crumbling stone house that used to lie deep in the woods behind my house before it feel into rubble.
It was. . . so endlessly spooky for so many reasons.
YesssssssNuclearBuddha wrote...
And his secretary is Miss -- Lawson, with her faithful manservant -- Taylor.Azint wrote...
You misread me. Let me restate it in a much simpler way: do it.NuclearBuddha wrote...
No, really. I'm being serious. And then he's released to the personal care of Dr. -- Timothy, a psychologist known for his unconventional and some say unethical treatments.
Azint.Azint wrote...
Red.RedTracer7 wrote...
Alright guys, I am heading off to bed.
G'Nite, Y'all.
NuclearBuddha wrote...
I used to live on the edge of a state forest. It had a road in it that literally ran nowhere. There were a bunch of abandoned farms back there that I used to go tromping around. I'm probably lucky to be alive, since I didn't practice the buddy system at all.cannedcream wrote...
And the sad thing is; I would.
Ah man, I wish I had pictures of the old crumbling stone house that used to lie deep in the woods behind my house before it feel into rubble.
It was. . . so endlessly spooky for so many reasons.
ThanksNuclearBuddha wrote...
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How can you make links in images, I mean you click on "I support Raela'...." and it sends you to fanfictions.
An example. Replace all "{ }" with "[ ]"
I would have etched a phallic symbol on it, then snicker as I scurry off.cannedcream wrote...
There's just something about old abandoned buildings, isn't' there?
Once went wandering around this old closed down hospital with some friends. At one point we came to his massive steel door with huge locks and a strange handle. None of us dared to open it because. . . well, I'm about 90% sure it would have opened a gateway to Hell.
Those tend to make the best stories, in the "My god I was an idiot then, what the hell was I thinking?" sense.Lividity Jones wrote...
Yeah...
I'm not going to share this particular story of mine.
Suffice to say, I tend to do very stupid things to impress girls.
RedTracer7 wrote...
I was driving through Ohio, last year, when I saw the most disturbing sight.
I was driving through the Farm Belt, where many acres of land are used to grow corn/etc. So, to the horizon, were barren farm fields (as it was winter). Driving along, I saw a copse of trees ahead, all the more odd because they were the only trees for miles. And what was in that small grouping of trees?
A small cottage, falling apart. Its roof was pierced by a tree. Its broken windows were wrapped in veins. The light of the sun didn't piece the copse of trees, making the inside of the cottage incredibly dark.
I stopped on the side of the road and just looked at it for about 10 minutes, wishing I had a camera. It was... so f*cking creepy.
As the deranged Turk with the huge mustache like we discussed? Of course.Azint wrote...
Yesssssss
Also; Legion, will you write Legion?
cannedcream wrote...
RedTracer7 wrote...
I was driving through Ohio, last year, when I saw the most disturbing sight.
I was driving through the Farm Belt, where many acres of land are used to grow corn/etc. So, to the horizon, were barren farm fields (as it was winter). Driving along, I saw a copse of trees ahead, all the more odd because they were the only trees for miles. And what was in that small grouping of trees?
A small cottage, falling apart. Its roof was pierced by a tree. Its broken windows were wrapped in veins. The light of the sun didn't piece the copse of trees, making the inside of the cottage incredibly dark.
I stopped on the side of the road and just looked at it for about 10 minutes, wishing I had a camera. It was... so f*cking creepy.
Sometimes you have to wonder about the state-of-mind some of these people were in when they built something like that in those kinds of spots.
Lividity Jones wrote...
Yeah...
I'm not going to share this particular story of mine.
Suffice to say, I tend to do very stupid things to impress girls.
A self-fulfilling prophecy if I've ever seen one.cannedcream wrote...
Lividity Jones wrote...
Yeah...
I'm not going to share this particular story of mine.
Suffice to say, I tend to do very stupid things to impress girls.
Liv, when you say things like that you KNOW I have to pry.
Garrus.Lividity Jones wrote...
Yeah...
I'm not going to share this particular story of mine.
Suffice to say, I tend to do very stupid things to impress girls.
Guest_blackrhubarb 2.0_*
RedTracer7 wrote...
Or why in the hell whoever owns that land didn't just destroy the building. It was the only interruption, literally, for MILES!
NuclearBuddha wrote...
Garrus.Lividity Jones wrote...
Yeah...
I'm not going to share this particular story of mine.
Suffice to say, I tend to do very stupid things to impress girls.
NuclearBuddha wrote...
Okay, that's enough for me. I'm out.
You mean something like this?NuclearBuddha wrote...
As the deranged Turk with the huge mustache like we discussed? Of course.Azint wrote...
Yesssssss
Also; Legion, will you write Legion?
Lividity Jones wrote...
It was her, too.
I think that's why I remember it so well.
A bunch of us were hanging out, walking through this old dirt trail that led into the woods. We found what I can only guess might have been a house. Nothing too specatacular. Overgrown trees, missing entire parts of the floor, the sort of thing you would expect.
Then there was the cellar.
It was one of those big outside entrances, like a tornado shelter, all concrete and two giant rusted metal doors. Myself and another guy hefted a log and pryed the door open. The whole thing was flooded. I guessed rain water or something like that. It was dark as hell and it was murky. Naturally, someone suggested someone should check it out.
Raid1000 wrote...
You mean something like this?NuclearBuddha wrote...
As the deranged Turk with the huge mustache like we discussed? Of course.
*snip*
Lividity Jones wrote...
Lividity Jones wrote...
It was her, too.
I think that's why I remember it so well.
A bunch of us were hanging out, walking through this old dirt trail that led into the woods. We found what I can only guess might have been a house. Nothing too specatacular. Overgrown trees, missing entire parts of the floor, the sort of thing you would expect.
Then there was the cellar.
It was one of those big outside entrances, like a tornado shelter, all concrete and two giant rusted metal doors. Myself and another guy hefted a log and pryed the door open. The whole thing was flooded. I guessed rain water or something like that. It was dark as hell and it was murky. Naturally, someone suggested someone should check it out.
Being a raging sack of hormones, I volunteered. Handed my cell phone to the girl in question and gave her a cheesy wink as I dove in.
Upon hitting the water, I immediately realised how horrible of an idea this was. But I had committed. I reasoned that a few seconds would suffice. That's when my shirt caught on something. No idea what it was. Way too dark to tell. So I freaked out, ripping my shirt as I thrashed around in the water.
Of course, my exit was as dramatic as possible, leaving the dark cellar soaking wet and with torn clothing.
Kind of idiotic, in hindsight.
cannedcream wrote...
Ah the things we do to make girls like us.
The stupid, stupid things. . .
Generally, when someone dares you to do something you percieve as idiotic, you don't do it.Lividity Jones wrote...
Lividity Jones wrote...
It was her, too.
I think that's why I remember it so well.
A bunch of us were hanging out, walking through this old dirt trail that led into the woods. We found what I can only guess might have been a house. Nothing too specatacular. Overgrown trees, missing entire parts of the floor, the sort of thing you would expect.
Then there was the cellar.
It was one of those big outside entrances, like a tornado shelter, all concrete and two giant rusted metal doors. Myself and another guy hefted a log and pryed the door open. The whole thing was flooded. I guessed rain water or something like that. It was dark as hell and it was murky. Naturally, someone suggested someone should check it out.
Being a raging sack of hormones, I volunteered. Handed my cell phone to the girl in question and gave her a cheesy wink as I dove in.
Upon hitting the water, I immediately realised how horrible of an idea this was. But I had committed. I reasoned that a few seconds would suffice. That's when my shirt caught on something. No idea what it was. Way too dark to tell. So I freaked out, ripping my shirt as I thrashed around in the water.
Of course, my exit was as dramatic as possible, leaving the dark cellar soaking wet and with torn clothing.
Kind of idiotic, in hindsight.
Azint wrote...
Generally, when someone dares you to do something you percieve as idiotic, you don't do it.
"Hey, [Azint], I dare you to stick your hand into that hole in the wall!"
Pfft, foolish children and their foolhardy gambles of misguided bravery.
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