Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Animal Crossing and Silent Hill. The story should use bondage as a plot device!
"You fail to grasp the basic principles of mad science. Common sense would be cheating." - Narbonic
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- Thanks to Code Trainwreck, Crazy Awesome Yaoi Fangirl Miasmacloud's Code Geass blog, the words Fabulous and Trainwreck get thrown around a lot regarding this show. Oddly, Miasma herself doesn't really use Trainwreck in a very negative sense, instead using it to explain why she likes the show but the Unpleasable Fanbase has taken the meme up as a weapon regarding the latest and very divisive episodes.
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Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!To speak of just or unjust in itself is quite senseless; in itself, of course, no injury, assault, exploitation, destruction can be 'unjust,' since life operates essentially, that is in its basic functions, through injury, assault, exploitation, destruction and simply cannot be thought of at all without this character. One must indeed grant something even more unpalatable: that, from the highest biological standpoint, legal conditions can never be other than exceptional conditions, since they constitute a partial restriction of the will of life, which is bent upon power, and are subordinate to its total goal as a single means: namely, as a means of creating greater units of power. A legal order thought of as sovereign and universal, not as a means in the struggle between power complexes but as a means of preventing all struggle in general perhaps after the communistic cliché of Dühring, that every will must consider every other will its equal—would be a principle hostile to life, an agent of the dissolution and destruction of man, an attempt to assassinate the future of man, a sign of weariness, a secret path to nothingness.
If someone wants to accuse us of eating coconut shells, then that's their business. We know what we're doing. - Achaan ChahThe People's Republic of Niur is a huge, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its keen interest in outer space. Its compassionate population of 364 million have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.
It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Education, the Environment, and Social Welfare. The average income tax rate is 100%. The private sector is almost wholly made up of enterprising fourteen-year-old boys selling lemonade on the sidewalk, although the government is looking at stamping this out.
All guns must be registered, government officials frequently cut taxes as a distraction from antics with their secretaries, the government has started a campaign to crack down on road rage and encourage alternate means of commuting, and all-natural foods are becoming a major fad. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Niur's national animal is the Fenerak, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its currency is the No-uk.
Niur is ranked 43rd in the region and 48,950th in the world for Largest Manufacturing Sector.
What's the frequency Kenneth?|In case of war.Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Spongebob Squarepants and Night of the Living Dead. The story should use suicide as a plot device!
Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!So, there I was, picking glass shards out of my arm from smashing a mirror by putting a woman's head through it. I headed into the backyard of her house and dumped her into an oil drum from my car and lit her up. I made sure to pull out her organs to cook first. Man was I hungry. I sat under a tree and had an apple before dinner, swiping a few eggs from the woman's fridge, along with some popcorn for after dinner. I cooked the egg and some of her entrails, picking out the skin. Man her skin was soft, made her feel and smell real good while I had sex with her. I tossed the apple core aside and started to tenderize the woman's liver with a rock. I had my dinner, a bit of milk and cake, and watched her remains continue to burn. I threw some wood in there to keep the fire burning. Man, was that fire warm. When I went back inside, I heard a squawking. "No means no!" it said. It was her parrot, so I went over and grabbed it snapped it's bird neck. I cooked it later outside. After that, I headed out and started digging through graves, stealing all the corpses and lighting them up in the middle of the city. I practically declared war on the city right then. I ran from the cops into the forest. Would've been able to throw them off had I not burnt it down at the same time. I took up refuge in the Raymond's house. It was Granny Raymond's birthday. I went into their living room and shot Granny in front of everyone, letting her collapse on her on cake. I then shot all of the adults and teenagers in the room. I didn't hurt the kids, that would be just wrong. I ran out, hotwired the grandson's Camaro and drove off. I realized that there was someone still in the car. It was the dude's girlfriend, passed out in the car, sleeping. She wanted to know what was going on, so I auto-locked the door and we drove off. I gave her an explanation of who I was. It was my criminal record. She kept quiet, more out of fear than anything. I told her if she didn't keep her mouth shut, I'd kill her whole family. I was bluffing, but she believed me. Hell, I'd believe me. I stopped in the ghetto and walked over to a gang and offered them the girl. They wanted $50. I said $500. They pulled out their guns at me, so I pulled out a match and lit it, putting it out in the leader's eye. They gave me the $500, I gave them the girl and drove off. I drove over to a gun shop and bought a revolver, telling the man in charge I'd play a game of Russian Roulette. 3 bullets. I win, I get all the guns in the store. He wins, he gets my wallet. We played, and I switched the bullet's location so he would lose. He did, so I drove off and went to an underground Fight Club, and proceeded to place bets on who would win. If the guy I didn't pick was winning, I shot them. I walked away with $5000 and 12 guys dead. I went over to a sporting goods store, bought a couple of golf clubs and drove off. I went back to the middle of the city and took a piss on the charred remains I left there, putting a few out. I went over to a little girl, took her puppy from her, and caved in its skull with a club. I then went into the Empire State Building and killed everyone there. Unless they were a child. I swiped another car, a bit of a fancier one, and drove off. I went to a convience store, bought a corndog and a lottery ticket, and killed the cashier and robbed the register. The ticket was a dud. No money there. I parked the car in the middle of the road and walked off, stopping at the Post Office to proceed to commit another mass slaughter. Starting to get a little routine with this stuff. I remembered there was a high school football game being played tonight and drove off in a mail truck, driving onto the field and killing all the players, cheerleaders, coaches, mascots, and audience members, avoiding children, as always. I stole a Peterbilt truck someone brought there and loaded the corpses of all the people into the truck. I bought a chainsaw and cut the bodies in mush and proceeded to cover buildings in them before driving off to the next state. Gotta remember to rinse off my clothes and chainsaw.
I AM A MAN!!!Another suggestion is that visual snow is in fact always there, and it is not until adrenaline levels are raised that people begin to notice it. People who suffer from Anxiety disorders such as GAD (generalised anxiety disorder) often mistake "symptoms" such as visual snow and other natural/normal physiological phenomenons (blue field entoptic phenomenon, floaters, halos, light trails) to be life threatening, when in actual fact they have just not noticed them before.
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-> I'm like a fly stuck in a thick tar of despair. -> Incompetence hangs in the air like the cold stench of death. -> I'm drowning and monkeys dressed as lifeguards are throwing me anvils. -> My job has convinced me that life is a stale joke with no punchline. -> I long for the cold comfort of the grave. —>— Dilbert
-> Dilbert: Before I worked here I wasn't called a thief or a liar. -> Carol: You can't get that kind of training in school. —>— Dilbert
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