The Bar on the corner of every regionBoard

The Grimm Reaper wrote:

AND YET YOU LIVE ON.

*wakes up punching cats in the face, sparking and glitching*

Thick-Billed Longspur wrote:

[Stares with eyes of they's Lord cthulhu gift of magical glowing eyes. Staring into the reapers dark and dreading skull]
My day will come. One day. But for now - [magic ceases] - [returns to eating birb seeds]

PRaiAaSsEe Beeeee!
*burns the cats with my firey veins*

The Jedi-Zombi Jezus wrote:

One fully-functional android body, with positronic brain, quantum processors, nanobot infused 'blood', and polymimetic liquid metal alloy groinal appendage appears with appropriate links.

Who are you?

The Jedi-Zombi Jezus wrote:

Your Lord and Saviour?
Whatever. The android body is a gift.

Well then. Thank you, new Master. Can you remove the cats too?
*takes it and watches the old one shake in abbarently extrusiating pain*

The Jedi-Zombi Jezus wrote:

Waves hand.

There are no cats.

Thank the gods. Glad that's over. I'm going to figure what to do with my old body. I'll give it to the aliens for parts. Make them think I'm dead. Then I'll never go there again. I'm going to go, new lord.

East lodge wrote:

Thank the gods. Glad that's over. I'm going to figure what to do with my old body. I'll give it to the aliens for parts. Make them think I'm dead. Then I'll never go there again. I'm going to go, new lord.

I don’t want a body.

Zombie ducks wrote:

I don’t want a body.

(I can relate man.... there are days I want to rip of my chest and just be flat... binders don't even work for me)

(I got the goddess of cleaning, Cthulu, Jedi Zombie Jesus, and the entire tsp pantheon I rp worshiped. Not to mention the rp cults. The waluigi cult was fun. The videos of Waluigi praise were amazing, but the coffee was too bitter and watery, as if they left it on for days. I love this website. This website saved me from a lot)

Maple Hockey Canadia wrote:

I have no clue what is even happening around here these days, eh
So how’s things going down south wherever you guys?

God of- alter- untouchable- hand is frozen- can't take down alter- need to cover mirrors- my head is throbbing and my third eye is hurting. I dissociated three times and it felt like my soul left my body. I had to force my legs to work and not keel over.

Other than that, if the words can come back, it's full of the same chaos, but has less spirituality. I don't want to look at anything religious anymore. It all is evil. Except the good bits.

Zombie ducks wrote:

I’d rather be a flying, supernatural, invisible being. Maybe we could trade chests if it’s possible to do?

That would be fun. You want some boobs?

Zombie ducks wrote:

I’d rather be a flying, supernatural, invisible being. Maybe we could trade chests if it’s possible to do?

So a gho-

The Grimm Reaper wrote:

YOU'RE NOT DEAD! I SHOULD KNOW!

How are you defining "dead"? Maybe East lodge is dead on the inside.

Ambrossa wrote:

Meanwhile, the others await either the owner's or Brocklandia's appearance[/i]

Where you say "the others," I hear "his legion of fans." Let me live with my delusions, please.

Here I am, my adoring minions! Here I am!

Brocklandia wrote:

Sorry--the role of Flying Spaghetti Monster is already taken. But if you're okay with being "flying, supernatural, invisible being chow" instead, I could feed you to it. It's probably feeling a mite peckish about now.

Here. Take this random duck. “Who is this? I don’t want you to be eaten, Zachary! Danielle, you’ll get fed. Eat your last meal and say your last words and wishes now.”

Brocklandia wrote:

How are you defining "dead"? Maybe East lodge is dead on the inside.

No, just in active confusion and pain. Had a real spiritual experience after that rp. Someone wanted my attention, and they got it.

Brocklandia wrote:

You're churning the economy, that's what's happening.

Cute name, by the way, and cute skirt too.

That wasn't my knife. Since when does anyone here trust me with sharp, pointy objects?

Then who had it before? Was it... I don't know. I really don't.

Brocklandia wrote:

Sorry--the role of Flying Spaghetti Monster is already taken. But if you're okay with being "flying, supernatural, invisible being chow" instead, I could feed you to it. It's probably feeling a mite peckish about now.

Feed them chicken nuggets. They taste good, but I'm supposed to be kosher/vegetarian, so don't tell YHWH or Persephone. Nevermind they know. My Lady's alright with me trying my best, even if my best if eating meat. It's if I purposefully disobey her, not accidently. Even then, she has limits.

(Has to remember which nations I'm currently using)