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|Simon| |Hospital| I stopped dead on my tracks. I hadn't realized I was leaving without her - I was just so used to leaving alone just about anything. That might've been my own fault, really, but now someone had remembered me. I was a bit flustered, indeed. "Uh, sorry for leaving you behind. I...

|Simon| |Hospital| "So you're more or less going to be alright emotionally seeing as you've got someone by your side, and phisically considering that person's a scientist. I've got some help to do, so I've gotta go. All in all, if you guys don't mind, take a stop at my apartment any day."...

I'm figuring stuff out to write, wait!

I think this thread has fully confirmed that.

|Simon| |Hospital| I could hear Christopher and Esaias talking in the next room, and what he was talking... Well, that was... somewhat reminiscent of a fanfic. So I guess they were a thing now. And since I'm an utter moron, I forced myself to interrupt. Damnit. "Sorry for bothering the two...

YES, MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING TODAY!

|Simon| "Well, I don't think he's not in his best state, but at least he's not dead."

It's in the crowd. I mean, Palmeiras' fans are usually Italian in their origin. So it's always very hot-blooded, very intense, kinda like Gurren Lagann in a sense. It's the crowd cheering, complaining and raging that get me pumped up. Not the game itself. But those that are fascinated with...

Y'know, football is only cool if you're in the stadium. It's in the crowd, man. I barely like football, my team is in the shitter right now (Palmeiras), but I'm not one to refuse actually going to the stadium to actually see the game. But people here love football, can't deny it. I don't like...

Uhm... I'm waiting for you guys.

You won the second game with Weenee Lee and the "Bang" Gang. I thought it was just slightly funnier than William Shatner and the Saxophone Solos Gang. Also Nisteth officially weirds me out.

We're gonna play CaH! Nisteth, RJS, me, and whoever is up for grabs, join here: http://pyx-2.socialgamer.net/game.jsp#game=66

>Left 4 Dead song >Player feels like he's in Terraria Uhm... What.

Welcome to RP OOC threads when we start to lampshade the game! Basically, that's what happens. The thread is goes off the rails, and we just have fun.

|Simon| |Simon's Apartment| "Don't see why not. Let's go. Besides, did not one of them fracture a rib or, uhm, something like that?"

Well, we could play Cards against Humanity. That's always a possibility.

Somewhere, J's the one who is working on the future, I'm just trying to tie in the present.

See, red! No, wait, that's blood. Ultimately Striking hasn't been on for a while, so I can't do anything, and I'm still trying to write the continuation to Brock.

|Forest| The arrow ricocheted off the creature's armor, bouncing off and breaking before falling on the floor. The giant rabbit could not climb, but it certainly could break it. It rampaged through out, and started breaking the tree's base. A laughter, much like a psycopathic manchild, was...

Somewhat, I went because of a problem I'm having on my leg. Basically, I was run over roughly one year and a half ago, and only now I got around doing the exams. The main problem is that I can't run for more than a few kilometers, but other than that it's alright.