RE: TWG XXII - Signups Wednesday Night at 5 pm & 11 pm E
Like Flynn.
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
RE: TWG XXII - Signups Wednesday Night at 5 pm & 11 pm E
Two spots left. The next 2 people to sign up get it--but I'm going to bed now. If the spots are filled when I wake up in about 8 hours, I'll send out the PMs. If not, I'll do it when I get home from classes.
I do have my pre-game story done and ready to post, so the sooner I get sign-ups and PMs, the sooner we can start
PS - Yes, that means this won't be locked immediately after the last two sign-ups, but anyone signing up after doesn't get in anyway, so there's no real point to posting, is there?
RE: TWG XXII - Signups Wednesday Night at 5 pm & 11 pm E
in you fucking buttfaggot buttfaggoting assfaggots.
My conversation with ap in regards to his playing:
WhorliChan: ap, if you can't be civil, i'm not going to let you in the game.
WhorliChan: twc will back me up.
Phonem Recursive: You're tass's girlfriend don't CENSORED tell me about civility lol
Phonem Recursive: I'll be civil, I always am
WhorliChan: i don't cuss every other word. i don't post where every word is a curse word. i don't call people "CENSORED" for no reason.
Phonem Recursive: okay!
WhorliChan: and what do you mean about tass? he doesn't curse every other word either.
Phonem Recursive: oh so now civility = cussing
WhorliChan: in a forum where the only thing we see is the words, yes
Phonem Recursive: Fine I'll censor myself and then put a link to a parental advisory version of my post
WhorliChan: i guess that'd work
WhorliChan: thank you
RE: TWG XXII - Signups Wednesday Night at 5 pm & 11 pm E
rofl
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
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