NeoStriker Posts

Hey, I like your avatar.

P.S. This thread is bad and the person who made it should feel bad. Everyone who contributed to the stupidity is also bad. You sickos.

Cowboy Bebop, Rurouni Kenshin, Trigun, Outlaw Star, Gundam G, maybe even Dragon Ball. Man, what a blast. Hell, Doraemon too, yo.

Yea, nothing's good anymore. It all started when Spongebob turned to shit. There's only One Piece now...

So many, many, many fine wenches in da land'a Skyrim.

I just played with Junglax while talking with a Nord accent, and nobody can stop me.

Why can't I build a harem? I want that Irileth so much.

"Agh!"

"Stupid fucking brat, watch where you're going next time..."

"S-sorry sir! I'll be more careful next time, sir!"

Stupid drunkards, don't drink if you can't!

"Well, looks like we made another mess today, we'll leave it to you, heheh."

"Yes, sir!"

Arrrghhhh, look at this mess! These idiots don't know how to hold their liquor! Look at all this barf! And how do you do that to a steel table?! Twelve months I've been cleaning up after their messes, and I'm getting sick and tired of it! Just as I raise my hand to throw the mop onto the floor, a voice reaches my ears.

"...What are you going to do with that, Kelp?"

"O-o-oh! Hello, Kravus, sir! I was just...going to clean the ceiling a bit, too!"

"...Hm, hard-working as usual. Keep it up."

"Y-yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Kravus leaves the room, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Whew..."

"..."

"...He's so cool!"

Kravus is the only real pirate on this dump! He's always so cool, always gets the most kills, and can drink booze like there's no tomorrow! I'm gonna be just like him! How'd a guy like him become the underling of that asshole Connor, anywho? And if only he didn't give me the nickname "Kelp"... Argh, what am I doing?! I throw the mop onto the floor in frustration, realizing I've already finished cleaning the room during my daydream. I'm getting the heck out of here! I dash out of the room and hurry so I can make my final preparations.

Man, it hurts.

Well, if it was cynical, his friend's reactions might've been more like fear or rejection. And hm, my first impression of Abby was a no-nonsense rule-abiding sociable person. So her joking about killing people just by touching them as "winning too easily" is a bit off-kilter to me.

Chapter 1, page 19, their reactions -
Matt - "It doesn't really work on living things. Besides, I'm not sure how I'd feel about doing that to someone."

Abby - "It makes sense, probably just a limit put on you to keep you from winning too easily."

You're obviously being idealistic with the story, but eh, her reaction is a bit far-fetched.

C) Raise a concern about her using your body while you were sleeping.

If you are insistent on such a poor poor lane-up, I recommend a Doran Ring. Just try not to die.

There's a topic about this in the Writing and Fanfiction section, in the Fakku E-zine. Dos got them for me. Thank you regardless, honeybunch.

Zzzzzz, could I get links to pictures/posts of Cormac, Chlor, and Grover? It would help me write a CormacXChlorXGrover fic. From what I've read, this was first suggested by the man I'm totally gay for.



Yeaaaaah, come'ere you.

Lining up? I wouldn't say that, I just characterized them into three, basic, different archetypes. Because the three of them are somewhat similar, and it's hard for me to imagine three exact clones making love to each other. Why do you want to see this pairing? I don't really have an exact idea on how or why this fic should happen.

Edit: It was as I suspected. I'm ashamed of myself for knowing the source of this desire. I don't really want to backtrack so many pages though, do you have any links?

Grover's the wittier one, Cormac's the more faggot/stoic one, and Chlor's the more sensitive/passionate one.

Rovencrone still posts here?

I'd make a standalone version of Swat: Aftermath, bigger and badder

Can you describe the three of them again? I might be able to do it. All three of them are basically the same.

Indeed. I understand, bro.

I know all three of those people.