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24871
Bring ALL the people!  ;D

24872
Well, the woman talking about it is clearly batarmadillo insane.

Seems likely that smooth glass plus vibrations from a road on one side and a load of visitors on the other might well make a statue do that if it happened to have the right shape/weight of base etc.

24873
All of the fun!

If only we had more debaters on here...

24874
Cepheida / Re: What is Cepheida? (FAQs)
« on: June 25, 2013, 09:37:52 PM »
I'll post some rules up sometime in the next week I hope.  :)

24875
The Great Baths - RTW Discussion / Re: Swap 2013
« on: June 25, 2013, 09:37:00 PM »
I will totally suck on VH/VH, but yeah, still calling for Thrace as faction.  :)

24876
Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Guess Who Will Post Next... II!
« on: June 25, 2013, 09:36:11 PM »
The Scarl-it?   :P

24877
Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Ban the person above you
« on: June 25, 2013, 09:35:45 PM »
Banned because I do not think that means what you think it means.  :P

24878
Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: 3-Word Story [new edition]
« on: June 25, 2013, 09:35:12 PM »
One cloudy morning, I saw a rock shaped like a nice banana complete with two completely innocent badgers feasting on human grain products legally. They seemed pissed at a rock on the other orange levitating turtle. "I hate rocks," the turtle said and then she went over to Khan's house where the badgers lived. "What's for lunch?!!" she yelled. "Carrots," Khan replied. "I like rocks covered in dust instead," she said. So Khan murdered three dusty rocks with a big rock murdering hammer. The next morning Khan felt bad. So he said ''God have mercy on the rocks". God was unfortunately absent as usual, but his secretary, Miss Gimmie Moor untied her shirt and offered Khan batches of homemade pudding made from stones and onions, seducing him to come to where old elephant's die so that they both could finally jump off cliffs built of candy. But Khan faked his not-so-fetal death by using embryos as natural airbags and lands safely on Santa's belly. Then he bounced back home. Carrots taste really good, APRIL FOOLS, they boiled some tasty dusty carroty rocks, instead. It tasted like rocky carrots! "Bleh, they still more salt and pepper is definitely not an option" said a certain birdie that needs a certain colored necroposter to be dead right now. The certain birdie found the big stash of Khan's Necroposted forum posts and began deleting them, using the corpse of his mercilessly slaughtered rock-potato to savagely slaughter Khan's posts as if they were very dusty and naughty flowers that spread pollen over Khan's dress, which smelled like dirty sausages.

The furious and beasty feet of feet recklessly smashed the hell out of Khan's posting habits. Then poor Khan gathered his horrific post collection and resurrected them as evil. "Toilet time!" cried the turtle to Khan's evil potty, which he pulled more posts into, creating a whirling vortex of Undead Necro Posts. Then the mighty Khan, ruler of Necroposting, decided to take a nap under the watchful Sir de Gamer, but forgot to flush the toilet. Sir de Gamer stared at Khan in complete disgust as he undeniably witnessed a floating bird-shaped greenish turd float slowly by. The baneful turd began speaking to murderous daemons of the sewer system who granted him the immortal power and excrement-stained instruments to conquer the final frontiers of the Unspeakable Toilet. This incident provoked the response from Debux as he began picking his nose and then offering a sterilized goose as sacrifice to Miss Gimmie Moor to make sure this story will end up with Miss Gimmie Moor giving him a copy of this awesome fairytale. Suddenly, a spirit appeared in front of Debux, to inform that he has the biggest teeth out of all the world's bunnies! "My gosh! What big eyeballs you have! Like my cousin's pet armadillo when he was on the edge of a cliff and shoved you, his big furry slave," replied Dubux. Feet came riding on a somewhat degenerate and slightly retarded llama that twitched rather oddly if you decided to activate her free movie ticket. Suddenly, Debux said "I would like a fluffy pink lamb with red tassles dangling from it's over-sized sombrero and eating tacos!" Suddenly, a fluffy blue lamb with an over-sized head, painted pink and dipped in vanilla, appeared and Debux threw a tantrum.

He tripped over and fell flat on a pointy, sharp spike that impaled Debux onto a loaf of moldy bread. Then he ate it. "What an intriguing flavour! I love it so much I could literally die of syphilis! Then what would mama say?" He leapt up to pray to Osiris in order to get more bread crumbs and tasty meaty chunks of day-old squirrel stew so that he could attain godhood. But the gods were absent, as they were busy fixing the plumming at the local Gastropub which often imploded upon itself. This was due to it being manufactured by degenerate velociraptors and potatobears. They are notorious for drug running which often results in very liquidy end for all.

The next morning, while mother was frantically sharpening her hidden blades, Debux stole away in THE EXILIMOBILE! He drove all day and night. This was the best way to avoid velociraptor attacks, but baby dinsoaurs are feisty little buggers

24879
Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Describe Person Above You
« on: June 25, 2013, 09:34:43 PM »
A man who is a Wibulnib King.

24880
Warhammer; Total War / Re: Current release & Download links
« on: June 25, 2013, 08:32:24 PM »
Mostly waiting for Rob to get back as he has the building descriptions file... I'll try and do a new preview soon.  :)

24881
Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Word Association
« on: June 25, 2013, 11:32:33 AM »
Abuse


(Oh, Diss Sixth Form :P )

24882
Go for it, think I'm in all day :)

24883
Aye, indeed?

24884
Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: 3-Word Story [new edition]
« on: June 24, 2013, 11:38:00 PM »
One cloudy morning, I saw a rock shaped like a nice banana complete with two completely innocent badgers feasting on human grain products legally. They seemed pissed at a rock on the other orange levitating turtle. "I hate rocks," the turtle said and then she went over to Khan's house where the badgers lived. "What's for lunch?!!" she yelled. "Carrots," Khan replied. "I like rocks covered in dust instead," she said. So Khan murdered three dusty rocks with a big rock murdering hammer. The next morning Khan felt bad. So he said ''God have mercy on the rocks". God was unfortunately absent as usual, but his secretary, Miss Gimmie Moor untied her shirt and offered Khan batches of homemade pudding made from stones and onions, seducing him to come to where old elephant's die so that they both could finally jump off cliffs built of candy. But Khan faked his not-so-fetal death by using embryos as natural airbags and lands safely on Santa's belly. Then he bounced back home. Carrots taste really good, APRIL FOOLS, they boiled some tasty dusty carroty rocks, instead. It tasted like rocky carrots! "Bleh, they still more salt and pepper is definitely not an option" said a certain birdie that needs a certain colored necroposter to be dead right now. The certain birdie found the big stash of Khan's Necroposted forum posts and began deleting them, using the corpse of his mercilessly slaughtered rock-potato to savagely slaughter Khan's posts as if they were very dusty and naughty flowers that spread pollen over Khan's dress, which smelled like dirty sausages.

The furious and beasty feet of feet recklessly smashed the hell out of Khan's posting habits. Then poor Khan gathered his horrific post collection and resurrected them as evil. "Toilet time!" cried the turtle to Khan's evil potty, which he pulled more posts into, creating a whirling vortex of Undead Necro Posts. Then the mighty Khan, ruler of Necroposting, decided to take a nap under the watchful Sir de Gamer, but forgot to flush the toilet. Sir de Gamer stared at Khan in complete disgust as he undeniably witnessed a floating bird-shaped greenish turd float slowly by. The baneful turd began speaking to murderous daemons of the sewer system who granted him the immortal power and excrement-stained instruments to conquer the final frontiers of the Unspeakable Toilet. This incident provoked the response from Debux as he began picking his nose and then offering a sterilized goose as sacrifice to Miss Gimmie Moor to make sure this story will end up with Miss Gimmie Moor giving him a copy of this awesome fairytale. Suddenly, a spirit appeared in front of Debux, to inform that he has the biggest teeth out of all the world's bunnies! "My gosh! What big eyeballs you have! Like my cousin's pet armadillo when he was on the edge of a cliff and shoved you, his big furry slave," replied Dubux. Feet came riding on a somewhat degenerate and slightly retarded llama that twitched rather oddly if you decided to activate her free movie ticket. Suddenly, Debux said "I would like a fluffy pink lamb with red tassles dangling from it's over-sized sombrero and eating tacos!" Suddenly, a fluffy blue lamb with an over-sized head, painted pink and dipped in vanilla, appeared and Debux threw a tantrum.

He tripped over and fell flat on a pointy, sharp spike that impaled Debux onto a loaf of moldy bread. Then he ate it. "What an intriguing flavour! I love it so much I could literally die of syphilis! Then what would mama say?" He leapt up to pray to Osiris in order to get more bread crumbs and tasty meaty chunks of day-old squirrel stew so that he could attain godhood. But the gods were absent, as they were busy fixing the plumming at the local Gastropub which often imploded upon itself. This was due to it being manufactured by degenerate velociraptors and potatobears. They are notorious for drug running which often results in very liquidy end for all.

The next morning, while mother was frantically sharpening her hidden blades, Debux stole away in THE EXILIMOBILE! He drove all day and night. This was the best way to avoid velociraptor attacks, but

24885
Forum Games - The Beer Cellar! / Re: Ban the person above you
« on: June 24, 2013, 11:37:19 PM »
Banned because man is mortal.

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