[ You whisper "I'm going back to being a furre. Being a Game Boy screen is freaky. ^.^" to Dwyn. ]
Alyor gets one of those pop-up-ad-quiz-type thingies. His player snickers, thinking of Chewbacca as a Weeble. :-)
LOL. You even have to consent to tripping in Furc...(Why leaving toys around in Furc isn't a problem.)
Alyor's brain has been saved from explosive decompression, which would be quite messy indeed.
[#] A voice echoes into the infiniteness: Why can't I go down these stairs?
You say, "On the LifeSouth letter that comes with the card: "Please visit our web site for more information about your community blood center. A new feature accesses the history of your cholesterol results from previous donations.""
You say, "I guess it's time to play "Name That Feature!"."
# Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, so I'm gonna eat some... Wyrmmes? #
Alyor Baesarbie Longtwas ish gonna tell his family that he's being taken captive by Tryp T. O'Phan. :-D
Alyor wonders if those Message Centers are ever going to function...
You say, "Or, for that matter, how they're supposed to function...."
Was it a cat I saw?
(Binc was lying down in Sanc, in her usual spot, only without a rug this time. A very similar-looking furre run by and returned shortly with a rug. Binc got up, got the rug, went back, laid down, and dropped the rug.)
Wwwow. You have an alt just for that, do ya?"
Alyor clicks on an email about an internet casino so he can make fun and then delete it.
You say, "I see sparse HTML, only the first bit it marginheight="0">. There's no text that's not HTML there. Such effective advertising. :-D"
You say, "In fact, each bit is missing its left angle bracket."
Alyor Baesarbie Longtwas slays his clone. (Y'see, in Furc, there's a bug that sometimes creates a solid clone of yourself. You can't get rid of it by walking into it. They only go away with time.)
Alyor Baesarbie Longtwas goes off to test the waterslide.
Alyor Baesarbie Longtwas shakes the water off.
Alyor Baesarbie Longtwas is pleased with the relative slowness of sliding. :-) (When I first tried it, the speed was OK. A couple of updates later, I was at the bottom almost as soon as I stepped on the top. The speed has been fixed, at least as of the time I said this.)
Noone can TELL YOU what the multigrain cheese is. You have to see it for yourself.
So I guess since Arti isn't here, I'm free to waddle off and watch Spongebob. Do homework. Take a nap. Eat something. Be bored out of my mind. Slap Kristine's enter key.
I'm just here to entertain the world. I tell jokes to the general Furcadian population while the Gods play around with fate so they can laugh at the little problems that sprout up like dandelions in a lawn for me. I've always had a problem with dandelions. Is it just me, or do you guys know what I mean? Or am I just insane?
Pristine: Wow, I'm around you so often you'd think there would be at least ONE wittily-said thing around here from me... alas, my overflowing ego hath been drank in by the demons of misguided thoughts... in other words, you popped my big inflatable banana of ego. ;P
Pristine: You know that noise large inflatable things make when they get a hole? That half-wheeze, half-fart? Yeah, my ego's doing that right now.
Pristine: Bwwwffffffsssssssssplut. :-\
"you know, if we line up across here we can block the main map too" - Sheaea (Eheh. I guess we'd better move.)
Sir Artimidorus: And we had to walk. No wings, no fire, we had to walk
Sir Artimidorus: FIFTEEN miles in the snow, Uphill both ways no less. Which is hard being in a 2d enviroment where you cannot see hills.
Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. It's a shark riding on an elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see
i wanna build a decent snowman, with a decent body, and a decent carrot nose and hat and eyes and teeth. Not just a ball of clumped gutter-water that formed around some homeless guys' vomit :-(
Wolf Redstar pops out with evil intent of jamming IE repeatedly in the ribs with a static-clining, super-magnetic phillipshead screwdriver, in vain and sadistic hopes that he'll, somehow, hear it scream in epitomous agony.. >:) - "I HATE IE!"