Mummy Woomy
Anywhere with a bunch of gears and oil.
"Yeah, it's a shame. Here we are in an underground cave with all these lasers, and instead of having a rave we're using it for evil."
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A machine workshop. A very advanced machine workshop.
Military barracks.
edited 11th Apr '12 12:51:16 PM by paradisedj32
Stop Killing My Titles
Train station, obviously.
grah
Red Lagoon
small apartment
One just might
A ship's cabin.
If a chicken crosses the road and nobody else is around to see it, does the road move beneath the chicken instead?
I AM NOT A TREE
A spaceship
NO TREE FOR ME (ALSO LOVES HER BOYFRIEND)
Red Lagoon
has a degree in bullshit
A rented flat in the attic.
cross dust to the porches
Stop Killing My Titles
Her workshop, with an improvised bedroom.
grah
Ten seconds before
An apartment with groupies.
Deep into that darkness, peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Cmdr. of His Supremacy's Armed Forces
A beachhouse?
The nightmares of children.
has a degree in bullshit
A big, owned mansion with furnishings that are a bit outdated. The building has fallen into disuse and disrepair at places, because the owner is too stinted to spend more than absolutely necessary.
cross dust to the porches
The classic Steampunk-style house, full of machines, gadgets and whatnot.
Red Lagoon
Garage
edited 15th Apr '12 5:54:12 AM by Tenzen12
Stop Killing My Titles
Battleship.
grah
Under the next poster's bed
Deer
I AM NOT A TREE
A cardboard box.
NO TREE FOR ME (ALSO LOVES HER BOYFRIEND)
A cloud.
edited 15th Apr '12 12:13:27 PM by TheFreeman
A house made out of cupcakes and rainbows.
A nice, calm cottage in hell its self.
Cmdr. of His Supremacy's Armed Forces
Am I a weirdo?
In America!
Bigotry will NEVER be welcome on TV Tropes.
Own house? Rented flat? Tent? Workplace? How is it furnished?
(On an unrelated sidenote, I dreamt I created a forum game which amassed hundreds of pages within hours. Sadly, I forgot what it was.)
cross dust to the porches