yes
he turned into a torchic
oh i just remembered
i got an eshop card to stockpile for smash dlc
but cave story and shantae and the pirate curse is on sale
should i
a) experience mountain hollow yale
b) experience genie platformer
c) get more mones to get both
d) not get either
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanOkay Ram, if you don't want to interact with Trip, that's fine, just tell him that so he can refocus himself elsewhere. Don't string him along while complaining that nobody is bothering to approach you.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?The most I remember- goes like this.
It stared off, as I was presumably a chimpanzee, and my father was one too- it was like Planet of the Apes.
We rode into a backyard pen area, where there were 5 chimps one wearing this really ragged red armor.
We had just subjugated these guys into our tribe collective and it was apparently an honor for me, the chief's son, to be the one to lead them, now.
So item one on our agenda, as our own group of about 5, I think including some big fellow who was either an enforcer, or my father- was conquering more tribes.
As you do.
I wasn't even organizing it, it was the big fellow- so one guy started giving out what events we'd all be interested in.
Now here's an interesting bit- in the blink of an eye, my dream decided to retcon all of us into native americans. Not- native american chimps, just native americans.
Anyway, so from here-on, we're humans.
So we were all dressed similarly, save one who was given an event that he'd be interested in which wasn't to do with warring, and- that one, was dressed like he had stepped out of an 18th Century Prussian Army. Wig included. Still the same skin-tone as the rest of us. He had a musket with a bayonet-
And the big fellow asked for his weapon after hearing what he was interested in. Musket-boy complied, and chucked his musket over to him.
Big fellow proceeds to just turn the musket on musket-boy and shoot him dead. Apparently it was loaded.
When we were all suitably like- "What the hell, man." he was like- "Deformation is just a step on the road to revolution" or something.
So then we started walking out into the street on our way to presumably a big battle-
I'll get to that part in my next post, so I don't massively wall-of-text
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postMy dream is weird.
Big Fellow also had a shouty voice.
Anyway, after going out to walk down this street, none of the guys I just mentioned will at all be relevant. Even big-fellow.
So, walking down this busy street of Native Americans, I had a two-handed club, a hand-axe and a smal knife, like- a steak knife almost. Those were my weapons.
I was being treated like someone new to warfare, and was heading over to get my warpaint on my face. As you do. I felt like a larger badass than anyone gave me credit for.
So yes, the warpaint station had remarkably modern-looking tables, along with a plastic pot.
Filled with this reddish-orange paint like substance. Sort of like wet clay.
So I got the idea, I don't know if this is associated with any particular individual, to just go with a red hand imprint on my face. But apparently I invented it.
Because once I was done, and walking down the path to the battle, my son (apparently I had a son, that's just how my dreams go, they introduce stuff and I just roll with it) asked me what it was supposed to be. And I went- "a red hand print" or something.
So anyway.
Walking on path to the battle, there's a steep hill to the right of us, and I go to my Sister and my brother-in-law (who were both Indian, so I have no idea whether I had changed ethnicity again, but I'm pretty sure I didn't) that "we're definitely going to be ambushed here guys", and apparently they weren't listening.
and everyone just started marching up that hill anyway- I kept ready with my weapons and all.
I looked over the ridge, and- there was just a bunch of people wearing brightly colored clothing. Think- viking women. Hell I think they were an army of viking women, no armor though.
Just- crouched, ready to ambush. Armed with two-handed axes.
I looked back- and we were crouched, ready to ambush.
And then both sides started going towards each other.
But then, I don't get a battle scene in my dream, because one of the "Hugots" (pronounced Hew-gots) decided to call out to everyone to drop your weapons, take up a partner, and see whether they can try and convince us through discussion, to join them.
And everyone drops their weapons.
Then the Hugots try drawing their swords, because they had those too, and that lady is like- "All of your weapons" and they do drop them.
I keep my steak knife hidden on me, as I go towards the discussion.
And then I woke up.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postConsidering I was thinking they were going to pull some trick, I would've probably preemptively taken out my steak knife and stab someone.
I mean-
Who waits in ambush- to talk it out?
edited 29th Nov '15 12:55:00 AM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

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