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CALLIE AND MARIE
CALIMARI





THIS GAME HAS BEEN OUT FOR MONTHS AND I ONLY JUST NOTICED

Then why am I actively trying to lynch him, queef chief
 
T1G and Linox, neither of you have officially voted for Chase, so if you actually want to lynch him you have to cast your votes or we wont have the 4 we need

It is now official game of thrones canon that Pheo's character has called T1G's character a "queef chief". Informing GRRM now. 

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CALLIE AND MARIE
CALIMARI





THIS GAME HAS BEEN OUT FOR MONTHS AND I ONLY JUST NOTICED

Okay, you have been heard. You guys get an extra day. Deadline extended until tomorrow around 9:30

I read this and I chuckled that marie would say "brah" and I went through some other splatoon things and then the pun hit me and I came back to it and I'm currently fucking furious

  I just thought of something Pheo. Maybe you've been looking at this "inside information on LL" thing from the wrong angle. You said you were keeping an eye out for those who have abilities that get information, but LL died night 1.
 
The inside info that was mentioned may not have been on LL, but rather his role as Lord Varys. So what you may be looking for is a character that would have that kind of information about Varys.
 
Another thing that crossed my mind.
You were looking for the keys for some reason and Knuckle gave them to you.
 
Would I be wrong to think one of you is Euron?

I read this and I chuckled that marie would say "brah" and I went through some other splatoon things and then the pun hit me and I came back to it and I'm currently fucking furious

I read this and I chuckled that marie would say "brah" and I went through some other splatoon things and then the pun hit me and I came back to it and I'm currently fucking furious

Because I tried defending him that night. But whoever had inside information on him knew how to kill him in a way I couldn't prevent.
 
So I've been looking out for players who specialize in information.

Linox

Pheo had previously placed a vote on Linox, but wanted to vote again with bold red text to show that he was now voting for Linox EXTRA HARD.
 
This guy isn't f.ucking around
 
 
 
Voting:
 
Linox - 1 (Pheo)

The council sits in a deep reflective silence as they think about how to proceed with the day. Everyone puts on their thinking caps:
 

 

 
 

 

 
 
 

 
 
 
Perhaps if the councils counter the murders with a staunch policy of Pacifism, then the werewolves will see the folly of their ways, realize that they need to act as the bigger men, and surrender?
 
 
 
VOTE COUNT
 
None

Very proud

I just thought I'd post this because I thought it was entertaining.

Me when I was 17 (right around when I started browsing this forum)



Me when I was 23 (recentlyish):


 
Six year age difference here.

I just thought I'd post this because I thought it was entertaining.

Me when I was 17 (right around when I started browsing this forum)



Me when I was 23 (recentlyish):


 
Six year age difference here.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KNUCKLE. My birthday present to you was flipping the coin that came up heads for your trial by combat, meaning I didn't have to write out a death for you where Roose Bolton flays your character alive.

I admit, i am involved in numerous secret conversations. Mostly with dothraki tho.

The problem is no one has said anything outright contradictory in such a manner as to cast suspicion, only done things that can be neither proven nor disproven. Lets throw a wrench in the mix, see if we can't glean some information here. Who is currently in a secret meeting with someone else. I am, though I think I'll abstain from naming my partner.

SO HOW BOUT THAT GUN METTLE UPDATE?
 
I SURE LOVE GETTING DUPLICATE WEAPON DESIGNS FOR CLASSES I DON'T PLAY.

 
HELP.

 

The comment section on any song is hell.

Pretty sure it's just us playing brodongo at this point. Real people vs NPCs

It's real tough being 19 and unemployed and homeless and raggedy looking all the time. It costs money to look nice and you gotta look nice to get a job. What a screwed up system. Still trying to get my damn high school education but life's got me so stressed I can barely pass the classes. Only been a year on the street and I've had more things stolen from me than I've ever owned, including my peace of mind. Paranoid about everything, jumping at my own shadow, trusting nobody. Just a couple months ago a guy tried pinning his theft on me and I nearly got slammed for it. Out on the streets everyone's an animal and you're the prey.
 
Didn't have to be like this, though. If I'd just finished school instead of dropping out I'd still be living at home with a nice meal in my belly every day. Why'd I drop out? Ah, school was dull, all the other students always bullied me and I could never concentrate. Seems like petty stuff looking back on it, but back then nothing was more stressful. I was never popular or athletic or anything, always liked to stay in the background. Grew my hair out just to hide my face. But even still, shit was rough. It's rough being a kid in high school, because it's around that time you start seeing how shitty the world really is. But even though I knew how shitty the real world was, it didn't stop me from thinking I was a big adult who knew what I was doing. Even though I was shy I always tended to be full of myself. I thought, "no matter how bad the situation, I'll always pull out of it with my own two hands". Wrong, wrong, wrong, and wrong. The moment my parents gave me the boot and I was on the streets, I knew there was no recovering, not on my own at least.
 
I'd spent most of the summer homeless, resting my head on a tear-soaked mat in the shelter at night, attempting a futile job hunt by day. Everything in life got ten times harder. Always tired and looking like shit, people looking down on you like trash because you've got messy tangled hair and a scruffy, unkempt beard. I used to shave it off in my first while in the shelter, but then someone stole my razor and tried cutting a guy with it in the parking lot. Needless to say I never got it back.
 
When you're homeless, you're at your lowest point. You're hungry, tired, fearful, fearful of what's to come. You don't know if one day the guy on the mat next to you is gonna suddenly stab you to death or grab your dick or something. It's really scary in there. And then on top of that you've got the super-Christian staff preaching at you all the time along with mandatory services on weekends. I mean at the time I didn't mind because hey, I needed someone to trust and God was there to listen. I think if it wasn't for all that preaching I'd have killed myself, but since then I've kinda lost faith, spoiled myself rotten on this new home of mine. I'd say if I were to lose this home that'd be the end for me.
 
While I was out on the streets one day scowling at some geese, I got a call on my cell phone. For the first two minutes of the call all I heard was some furious woman screaming at me, and I would've hung up had I not known the voice. It was an old friend of mine I'd known since middle school, someone I'd been best friends with for a hell of a long time. I, ah, had neglected to inform her that I'd been out on the streets, didn't want to worry her or anything, but when I told her that she got even more pissed. She asked where I was and said she was coming to get me right now, so I'd better go pack my things. Went back to the shelter, grabbed my toothbrush and jammies and waited in the scorching hot parking lot until she came. Then she yelled at me for the whole ride, and I argued back for whatever reason (looking back I should've kept my mouth shut, you know, since she was helping me out and all).
 
She took me back to her place, and that's where I've been since then. She helped me get all cleaned up and clean shaven, which was nice because I'd forgotten what having a face felt like. It's been almost a year now, and I've been grateful every single day, and now comes the time to give back to her, long past time to give back to her, and yet again, the real world shows it's true colours. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, but I can never seem to land even an interview. Are you kidding me? How can these employers resist such a smooth face? She spouts all sorts of nonsense like "don't worry about it, i like taking care of you, don't worry about a thing" but that's a bunch of bull. And it's kind of weird. Why would you just throw money at a person and take care of them? Well, either way it's better than the streets.
 
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I did this all about a couple weeks ago. It was a little short story based kinda loosely on my life from when I became homeless to where I am now. I didn't proofread beyond looking for red squiggles, so it kinda sucks. It doesn't quite feel finished, but like hell I'm gonna touch it ever again. So enjoy my shitty story.