-his fashion sense is probably the first thing-
-a neon pink sleeveless hoodie with a skull on the back-
-fuckin' neon turquoise fingerless gloves-
-it seems this guy likes neon-
-turns down the hall and heads to gym class-
edited 16th Jul '13 8:43:58 PM by thespacephantom
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-Is waiting in said class, idly eating a banana-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Another meeting down, another snappy outro (is it really an outro if it's performed live?) ignored in the rush to head to class. Oh well-
Now then... Minutes of the meeting...
-I had to stop and think for a moment there, what did we discuss at the meeting? Did we even actually have a meeting? Well of course we did, we must of had a meeting because I was just in one. And if there was a meeting we must have discussed something-
Ah...
-I decided to skip writing up the minutes, I'd just come up with something during Art-
First class... First class...
-Again, another moment of thought. First class was... Typing and calculating and... Computers, right. Computers it is then-
I really hope I'm not coming down with anything...
-And thus I entered class-
Mornin' Mr Touchdown.
-I took my seat at the front-
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.-speaking of Gohan-
-BUNP-
-THUD-
Ow...
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850-Bloop!
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I-I'm fine....sorry...
-starts to gather her books-
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850Okay sir.
-After logging in, I found myself with a text document in front of me, I breathed for a few minutes before remembering where in this mass of symbols and text that represented instructions someone found an error concerning interactions between elements. The solution was simplistic, just reassign a single item's Aspects and plug it into the crafting algorithm. Once I got home all that would be needed is a quick obscurcation and then a post under my username "Azanor" to announce the changelog. Sometimes the simplest changes to the gamemod were the best-
Yes, dance little Aspects, dance for me...
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.-Travis takes a moment to straighten out his sign listing the class rules-
THE COMMANDMENTS OF CASA DEL TOUCHDOWN
1. IN THIS ROOM, VIOLENCE IS THE MAJOR RELIGION AND MISTER TOUCHDOWN IS THE POPE
2. GET YOUR HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND LISTEN
3. TREAT OTHERS THE WAY YOU WANT TO BE TREATED. IF NOT, MISTER TOUCHDOWN WILL ASSUME YOU LOVE PAIN
4. ANY SHIT SPEWED FROM YOUR STUPID LITTLE MOUTHS WILL BE VIOLENTLY SHOVED BACK DOWN YOUR STUPID LITTLE THROATS
5. MISTER TOUCHDOWN IS ALWAYS RIGHT
6. IF MISTER TOUCHDOWN IS WRONG, REFER TO RULE 5 AND MISTER TOUCHDOWN WILL HAPPILY ACCEPT HIS PINK SLIP WHEN YOU FAIL. THIS JOB AIN'T PAYIN HIM SHIT

-KK's on the move to his Gym class, dragging his feet with a noticeable slouch in his posture-
YES, YES, TRIPLE GODDAMN YES CHARLIE, I FUCKING GET IT, THE PARTY WAS THE BIGGEST SHINDIG TO GRACE THE BLOCK SINCE FOREVER. JUST, FOR A MOMENT THOUGH, CONSIDER THAT FUN CAN BE HAD WITHOUT INDULGING IN THE SHIT THAT YOU SMOKE. YOU'RE FREE TO TELL ME EVEN MORE ABOUT THE WILD HOO HA YOU WERE AT LAST NIGHT WHENEVER OUR SCHEDULES CROSS AGAIN, THOUGH. I GOTTA SPLIT. BYE.
-hangs up on Charlie and continues his trudge to Gym-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean