You are BLEAK, and these are FIELDS OF ENDLESS DOOOOOOM, within the REALM OF THE INSUBSTATIAL, also known as THE AFTERLIFE, THE OTHERREALM, THE LAND OF THE DEAD. Some People call it HOLLAND, mostly the DUTCH, and what do they know.
You have been wandering these fields for some time, possibly MILLENIA, possibly, MINUTES, its really quite hard to tell, but, you've hit a snag, in that, you've forgotten WHY you are wandering the FOED, why was that again.
Originally Posted by Houselocked
I hope you take fan art Blizz,
Gynoids and Androids are bomb
I love Dusk the most
>Exercise; You're gaunt and pale, you need it a lot.
How Rude! For your information, you have a fine figure for a fine young Shadeling.. person. You've even earned solicitations from fine spectral dames. And Dudes. Huh.
>You are going to the store to get some groceries.
That makes sense. Yes, now you remember. You were leaving your home to get some groceries, and you guess you had gotten lost on the way there.. exceptionally easy to do in the FOED, and its constand shroud of MIST OF MISDIRECTION, or the FOG OF.. MISDIRECTION.... MISTS OF Mist...
Yeah.. uhm, what where you talking about, oh yeah, GROCERIES, and how you need to get you some.
??: Good Day.
??: Alright thats enough of that.
??: So, whaz yer name.
BLEAK: What's your's?
??: Fair 'nough.
BLEAK: Are you getting anything from that.
??: Were 'siderin it.
??: You're more arrestin.
??: That word.
>Push the button
??: Did you really have to say that out loud?
My Pesterchum handle is sulfurateSynteresis. I always welcome any conversation.
Originally Posted by Mass Effect 2
Doing a good deed is like pissing yourself in dark pants; it gives you a warm feeling, but no one seems to notice.
Originally Posted by Moldova in Eurovision 2011
fuck books and clothes
all of my money goes towards food
but in a hedonistic sense, not a survival sense.
Originally Posted by Kíeros
Originally Posted by John E
I like limestone,just dont take it for granite!
That wasn't a gneiss pun. It was just schist.
Okay, that wasn't dissing you; it was just talc.
Originally Posted by thegreenspark
So a seemingly insignificant item from the beginning of the story is suddenly and literally RAGE'd into existence by a bloodthirsty purple alien juggalo, and the very same item connects randomly and equally insignificant-looking events to explain the cause of pretty much every bad thing in the story.
And it was all Betty Crocker's doing, because she tweeted an ICP video to a time traveling hipster wannabe on a site called Delirious Biznasty. In the past. Also, she's an alien too.
For those keeping score at home, this made things less confusing.
Welcome to Homestuck.
Originally Posted by Staff Deployment
Clearly it wasn't real
Clearly YOU'RE not real
Go away not-real person and stop being not real
(don't actually go away Morphimus; i love you Morphimus please have my children, Morphimus you are the only light in my otherwise dismal existence)
Originally Posted by Qeztotz
you know morphimus
you are a genius
Originally Posted by thetoastking
Oh. A gifted from your army's gotten in again. No doubt he abused his psychic abilities to get past your guards in order to play a practical joke on you.
You shoot Psy-Soldier Morphimus in the head without batting an eye. You don't like killing your soldiers, but the man has no self-control. His pranks simply went too far at times, and that's that.
Originally Posted by Phantos
Morphimus, I don't know what to say. It's hard to see the keyboard when I am crying from joy.
Originally Posted by Curris
Well done Morphimus . You, sir, are a gentleman and a scholar.
Originally Posted by Kyky25
...your artwork is, once again, fantastic
MSPA style self description:
Your name is MORPHIMUS. As was previously mentioned it is your BIRTHDAY. You have quite a variety of INTERESTS. You have a fondness for ROLEPLAYING GAMES OF A TABLETOP PERSUASION. You like to program computers but you DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO PROGRAM. You like to use your IMAGINATION particularly involving MEDIEVAL FANTASY. You have been meaning to use the KEYBOARD your guardian gifted to you to create some music, but you HAVEN'T REALLY GOTTEN AROUND TO IT. You like to play GAMES with friends all the time.
You like to converse with your pals, most of which don't use Pesterchum, speaking of Pesterchum, you have been trying out a new chat client beta called PESTERCHUM. Your chumhandle is sulfurateSynteresis and you Type in a manner that is usually proper, but you some times misspell words and misuse commas and semicolons here and there.
What will you do?