Shamchat: The Adventures of Juan Cena.

Oh my god the people on this site are so fucking creepy.

 

ADVENTURES OF THE BONESAW

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Alright lets do this.

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This is a conversation between Tech (F, 5"0,Black Hair, Hacker, Chaotic Neutral) and yourself, Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General).
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Hey
Tech (F, 5"0,Black Hair, Hacker, Chaotic Neutral): "Yes?"
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): I seem to be in a bit of a bind, can you help me out?
Tech (F, 5"0,Black Hair, Hacker, Chaotic Neutral): "What's in it for me?"
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Well, we don't have much, but I can offer you a suit of Power Armor if you help with our plan.
Tech (F, 5"0,Black Hair, Hacker, Chaotic Neutral): "I'll do it for the fun of it. "
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Great! See, my friends and I are stuck in this building. Some assholes keep shooting at us, and they've killed a lot of us. Anyway, we have a plan. Up on the roof is a crashed aircraft, it's got a fully functional suit of power armor.
Tech (F, 5"0,Black Hair, Hacker, Chaotic Neutral): "Uhuh."
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Get to that armor, you can take those dicks head on
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Only problem is it's not got any power. You'll have to find a fusion core somewhere..
Tech (F, 5"0,Black Hair, Hacker, Chaotic Neutral) has left the conversation.

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Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Hey
Plagius VerminLord [m/21/gay] [Skaven/Ratman/Rat anthro]: Hey
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Mind if I call you 'General'?
Plagius VerminLord [m/21/gay] [Skaven/Ratman/Rat anthro]: As a lord of plague and vermin.. it's appropriate
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Great!
Plagius VerminLord [m/21/gay] [Skaven/Ratman/Rat anthro]: Haha you are an odd manling
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): I get that a lot.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Speaking of odd things..
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): *I lean in close*
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): I've got something..
Plagius VerminLord [m/21/gay] [Skaven/Ratman/Rat anthro]: Oh? Show me.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): I've got something a little different for you this time, General. I've got word of a Settlement that could use your help.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Let me..
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Mark it on your map.
Plagius VerminLord [m/21/gay] [Skaven/Ratman/Rat anthro]: Go ahead haha
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): *I mark it on your map, there are Ghouls at Abernathy Farm.*
Plagius VerminLord [m/21/gay] [Skaven/Ratman/Rat anthro]: Ghouls? And the pay for an errand like this?
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): No time to talk General, I've got to keep things together here.
Plagius VerminLord [m/21/gay] [Skaven/Ratman/Rat anthro]: I'll head out then.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Let me know when you get back.
Plagius VerminLord [m/21/gay] [Skaven/Ratman/Rat anthro]: *some time passes*
Plagius VerminLord [m/21/gay] [Skaven/Ratman/Rat anthro]: Garvey I've returned from the settlement
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Great job, General. We need people to know that we're here to help.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): I just got word of another settlement that needs your help, let me mark it on your map.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): *There's been a kidnapping at Abernathy Farm*
Plagius VerminLord [m/21/gay] [Skaven/Ratman/Rat anthro]: I
Plagius VerminLord [m/21/gay] [Skaven/Ratman/Rat anthro]: ...
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): We need people to know they can count on the Minute Men again.

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This is a conversation between The Cat-Sheep [Relief Program] and yourself, Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General).
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Hey
The Cat-Sheep [Relief Program] : Uh.. Hi.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Mind if I call you 'General'?
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General):
The Cat-Sheep [Relief Program] : U-Uh.
The Cat-Sheep [Relief Program] : Sure, buddy.
The Cat-Sheep [Relief Program] : :c
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Great! Because I just got word of a settlement that needs your help. Here, I'll mark it on your map.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): *There's been a kidnapping at Abernathy Farm.*
The Cat-Sheep [Relief Program] : But I have power armor in EACH Settlement!
The Cat-Sheep [Relief Program] : Why can't they do it themselves!
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): We need people to know they can count on the Minutemen.
The Cat-Sheep [Relief Program] : *Sigh*
The Cat-Sheep [Relief Program] : Fine, Preston. I'm on it.
The Cat-Sheep [Relief Program] has left the conversation.

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This is a conversation between John and yourself, Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General).
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Hey
John: hello.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Mind if I call you 'General'?
John: well i have never held that position. i was a captain though.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Great! You'll be perfect then.
John: perfect for what might i ask?
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): To go help this Settlement that's in trouble.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Here, I'll mark it on your map.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): *There's been a kidnapping at Abernathy Farm*
John: ... alright.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Great. Let me know when you're done.
John: *fast travel*
John: (like four hours later cause i suck at this game)
John: im back
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Great. We need people to know they can count on the Minutemen.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): I've got something a little bit different for you now, our scouts got word of a spot that's perfect for a settlement.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): Here, let me mark it on your map.
Preston Garvey (Young, determined, and looking for a new General): *Cardboard box marked on your map.*
John has left the conversation.

Edit: Oh jeeze now computer plz 2 help

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This is a conversation between Komaeda, running and yourself, H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R.
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH JEEZE NOT WORKIN
Komaeda, running: Oh
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: PLZ 2 HELP
Komaeda, running: What
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH JEEZE NOW LIGHTS BLINKIN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: PLZ HELP
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
Komaeda, running: Might wanna get that checked out man
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH JEEZE PLZ HELP OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN COMPUTER IS SPINNING
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: NOW ITS MAKING NOISE
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH JEEZE
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH JEEZE
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH JEEZE
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
Komaeda, running: Did it take its mess this morning??
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: AAaAAAaAAaAAAAAaaaAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa
Komaeda, running: **med
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH JEEEEZE
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: NOT WORKING
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: HELP
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: PLZ
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: 2
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: HELP
Komaeda, running: Give it its meds
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN TRIN TO FIND PILLZ NOT SURE WHAT TO GIVE
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
Komaeda, running: Tylenol??
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: GUNNA TRY
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH JEEZE
Komaeda, running: Might wanna try pepto too
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: NOW THE DISC IS ROARING OH JEEEZE
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: PLZ HELP 2 COMPUTER
Komaeda, running: GIVE IT A HUG
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH JEEZE BEEN TRYIN THAT
OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OMAN
Komaeda, running: WELP
Komaeda, running: OMAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: TRYIN TO KISS
OH MAN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: IT NOT RUNNIN NOW
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: IT BE SMOKIN
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH JEEZE
Komaeda, running: Rip in rip computer
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: OH MAN PLZ 2 HELP COMPUTER
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: WHAT DO OH MAN
Komaeda, running: I DUNNO AAAA
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh jeeze
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oman
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: not good
Komaeda, running: what happen
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: caps not workin now
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: plz help
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh jeeze
Komaeda, running: Oboi
Komaeda, running: Oboe
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh no
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: not good
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: plz 2 help for computer
Komaeda, running: Oman
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man
Komaeda, running: Jfc
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man oh no oh man oh jeeze oh man
Komaeda, running has left the conversation.

Edit: Cant stop plz help computer

Spoiler

This is a conversation between Cool Cat saves the Kids and yourself, H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R.
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: it wont start
Cool Cat saves the Kids: Don't bully people!
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh jeeze
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: not tryin to bully! I not even got garlick!
Cool Cat saves the Kids: Being nice is grooveY!!!
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh jeeeze not good at nice plz 2 help
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh man
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh jeeze
Cool Cat saves the Kids: what
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not good at feline plz help oh jeeeze

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This is a conversation between Cool Cat saves the Kids and yourself, H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R.
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh jeeze plz 2 help
Cool Cat saves the Kids: NO
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh man
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh jeeze
Cool Cat saves the Kids: not again
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: plz help
Cool Cat saves the Kids: oh boy
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh jeeeze
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh man
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh noo
H̭E͓ͯ̈̌̓̽́L͕̥̫͇͓̼̙̇ͬ̒̉ͩP̤̦̔ͩ̒̏ͣ̔ͦ ̹̱͔̺̩͚̋C̹ͩͩ̆ͨ̑̿Ọ̮̱͛̆͊̚M̦͇̩͕̭͔͂͒ͫ͂̐̽P͌̈͛̓ͭͮU̖̲̰̥̞̣T̻̦̺̐̈́̍ͥ̔Ĕ̮̱̟R: oh jeeze
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edit i cant stop

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This is a conversation between the unstable sole survivor of a devistating nuclear war and yourself, Clippy.
Clippy: Hey! Looks like you're trying to Roleplay! Want some help with that?
the unstable sole survivor of a devistating nuclear war: No. fuck off.
the unstable sole survivor of a devistating nuclear war has left the conversation.

Edit Again: Kids these days...

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This is a conversation between a throbbing 12 year old and yourself, Harold J..
Harold J.: Why does everyone seem to hang up on me? No one wants to talk to poor old Harold
a throbbing 12 year old: *throb*
a throbbing 12 year old: *throb*
a throbbing 12 year old: so you just gonna look at it or what, harold?
Harold J.: Oh, hello there little boy! You remind me of my grandson Jimothy.
Harold J.: He's grown up now, but boy was I proud of him graduating from school.
a throbbing 12 year old: grab it
a throbbing 12 year old: pull it
a throbbing 12 year old: brutalize it
Harold J.: Unfortunatly he's so busy with his fancy new york job that he never calls or visits me.
a throbbing 12 year old: im about to explode
Harold J.: But, he's got a nice 6k figure job, and I'm so happy for him.
a throbbing 12 year old: my balls are so full they're smooth
a throbbing 12 year old: the skin is totally smooth
a throbbing 12 year old: taught with boy cum
Harold J.: He is so much like his father though, it just makes me cry when I think of him.
a throbbing 12 year old: you're making me cry with anticipation
Harold J.: Anyway, what's your name, son? You come round here often?
a throbbing 12 year old: i'm a throbbing 12 year old boy
a throbbing 12 year old: i come all day long
a throbbing 12 year old: taut*
a throbbing 12 year old: yank my hummingbird already harold
Harold J.: Oh boy, I come around these parts pretty often, unfortunatly grettchen doesn't like me talking with strangers, says I'm going to get snatched up one of these days.
a throbbing 12 year old: you skeezy old cunt
Harold J.: But damn it, I fought in two wars, I think I can take care of myself.
Harold J.: Though I admit I'm not quite the man I used to be. See son, ageing happens to all of us. From the best to the worst.
a throbbing 12 year old: im aiming for your eyes harold
Harold J.: While I try to stay in shape it just becomes a strugle for you to even get out of bed some times.
a throbbing 12 year old: im deactivating those eyes for good
Harold J.: But, I try though.
Harold J.: You know, speeking of my eyes, my docter says I have catteracts, but I don't believe him.
Harold J.: I see just as well as when I was on the frontlines.
a throbbing 12 year old: they look a lot like cum
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What a nice young man.

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This is a conversation between Nico Di Angelo and yourself, Harold J..
Nico Di Angelo: KILL THE BABY
Harold J.: Well howdey there, I'm Harold, who are you?
Harold J.: Well, now I don't think one should do that.
Nico Di Angelo: I HAVE A FORK
Harold J.: See babies are our youth, dare I say our future.
Nico Di Angelo: NO THERE IS NO FUTURE
Harold J.: It makes me sad to see all these doctors giving abortions these days.
Harold J.: Yeah, it may seem that way if you watch the news.
Nico Di Angelo: DRINK THE BLEACH
Harold J.: But I've been around the bend enough to know better.
Nico Di Angelo: I DO NOT WATCH MORTAL SHOWS
Harold J.: See, whenever things are boring the news starts to make things up.
Harold J.: Just like this whole climate change thing.
Harold J.: They just want people to be scared so they'll tune into the next broadcast.
Harold J.: Man, what has happened to this country?
Harold J.: I didn't fight in two wars for this, no sirey.
Nico Di Angelo: I KILLED EVERYONE
Harold J.: I fought so we could keep our country safe, dare I say make it great.
Nico Di Angelo: NO ONE CARES
Harold J.: But now, these kids just run around texting and sexting, all day.
Harold J.: Nobody talks face to face anymore, huh?
Harold J.: I mean, look at sites like this. Is this what kids do these days?
Nico Di Angelo: I AM NO KID
Harold J.: My grandson was showing this to me the other day, and all I can say is wow, what a site. I mean, what has the world come to that people need to pretend to be foxes and cats when they can go outsite and play with real foxes and cats.
Harold J.: Ya know?
Nico Di Angelo: KILL THE FOXES AND CATS
Harold J.: Even gretchen from down the hall agrees, and she tries to fight about EVERYTHING. You might like her, sir.
Nico Di Angelo: YES
Nico Di Angelo: FIGHTING GOOD
Harold J.: You see, Gretchin is always watching that fox news and they say how she needs to always be scared of the news and follow the trumps and bernies or whatever that means these days.
Harold J.: I just can't believe this is the nation so many young men died to protect.
Nico Di Angelo: I DONT CARE ABOUT MORTAL'S LIVES
Harold J.: I mean, you see those fox newses talking about Iragistan and Aflack and Agroba and you really just can't imagine all the turmoil in the world.
Harold J.: I mean, just the other day I was reading the paper. I like the paper, you see. Much better than those Telly VIssions that rot your brain.
Nico Di Angelo: CAN U JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP PLEASE
Harold J.: Well, I saw that that Isis girl was doing some more crazy shit.
Harold J.: I mean, we got Ben Lauden, can't we catch her?
Harold J.: How hard could it be?
Harold J.: Well, anyway, apparently she had killed some people and that's just horrible. Our millitary these days couldn't stop them could they?
Harold J.: It's all robots and airplanes.
Nico Di Angelo: KILLING PEOPLE IS GOOD
Harold J.: Back when I was serving all we had were our rifles and our knives.
Harold J.: And boy did we use 'em.
Harold J.: Ya' know?
Nico Di Angelo: TO RIP PEOPLES HEARTS OUT
Harold J.: Anyway, nowdays our troops would be lucky to beat up old Gretchin they're just so reliant on their fancy robots.
Nico Di Angelo: METTATON
Harold J.: We wouldn't have any of that crap in the core in my day.
Harold J.: See, back in my day we did 250 pushups every morning, then ran a marathon each week, always a mile longer than the last.
Nico Di Angelo: YOUR ILD
Harold J.: And always in the same time.
Harold J.: Kids today just aren't up to the snuff that we were.
Nico Di Angelo: DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE
Harold J.: These robots and computers, that's what I blame.
Harold J.: See, they're all playing their Madden Duties and Nentindos
Nico Di Angelo: METTATON
Harold J.: All I can say is I see them playing those goofy games, and they aren't outside, building a clubhouse or shooting squirles like when I was there age.
Nico Di Angelo: WILL U EVER STOP TALKING
Harold J.: Man, it is just crazy how addicted today's youth are to their iDroids and such.
Nico Di Angelo: YOUR STUPID
Harold J.: I mean, even my grandson Jimmothy is always on that damn phone,
Harold J.: From breakfast to bed, he's texting and sexting, and even emailing.
Nico Di Angelo: WHAT KIND OF NAME IS JIMMOTHY
Harold J.: I just don't know what to say about it, I mean he never goes outside anymore.
Harold J.: I used to think he was a good kid, and i still love him, but maybe there just isn't hope for our kids these days.
Harold J.: Know what I'm saying?
Nico Di Angelo: THEN I SAY KILL THEM ALL
Harold J.: Well, see if I was still serving I'd whip them all up into shape, yes sirey.
Harold J.: But these old bones can't move anymore.
Nico Di Angelo: KILL THEM
Nico Di Angelo: HA U OLD
Harold J.: Sometimes it's even a struggle to get out of bed. See, son, that's what happens as you get old like me.
Harold J.: You just slow down, your joints harden.
Nico Di Angelo: I WILL NEVER GROW OLD
Nico Di Angelo: I AM IMMORTAL
Harold J.: My doctors keep trying to give my those weird pills, but I wont take them, no sir-ey.
Nico Di Angelo: TAKE THE DRUGS
Harold J.: Don't ever trust a man who hides behind a clipboard, that's what I always say.
Harold J.: Those doctors just want your money, because they're too weak to get honest working jobs in a factory like the rest of us.
Harold J.: I guess they're just too good for manual labor, huh?
Nico Di Angelo: IS THIS THE PART OF THE STORY WHERE U DIE IM WAITING FOR THAT PART
Harold J.: See back when I was on the line is when we were working on the '54 fords.
Harold J.: See, that was a good old time.
Harold J.: I was putting the windows into the doors.
Harold J.: See, it's not as easy as it sounds.
Harold J.: The door comes in two peices, and you sandwitch the window between them.
Nico Di Angelo: BREAK THE GLASS THEN EAT IT
Harold J.: After that, I pass it on down to Martha who was next on the line.
Nico Di Angelo: FUCK MARTHA
Harold J.: It was a different time then, but women had just started working in the factory, and Martha was the first lady who had come to work for old Henry Ford.
Nico Di Angelo: KILL HER
Harold J.: See, she had lost her husband in the war, and had two kids to feed.
Nico Di Angelo: GOOD
Harold J.: It's a shame we lost so many good people in that war.
Nico Di Angelo: KILL THEM TOO
Harold J.: So many nice young men, never to grow old like me.
Harold J.: Somedays I think it shoulda been me who fell, not old Howard or Jackson.
Harold J.: But, I must go on I suppose.
Nico Di Angelo: WHO?
Harold J.: Even if it's just to eat pudding today.
Harold J.: See, they're surving chocolate pudding in the cafateria today, and that's so good.
Nico Di Angelo: I DONT CARE
Nico Di Angelo: I ONLY EAT HUMAN FLESH
Harold J.: Gretchin hates it though, she keeps complaining, saying it messes with he perfect white teeth, says she doesn't wanna look like no negro, but I told her they have white teeth too, not black teeth. She just looks and me and laughs, like i'm the fool.
Nico Di Angelo: U ARE THE FOOL
Harold J.: Anyway, the food is served by a pretty young blond named Jessica, but around here we all call her Jess.
Harold J.: I keep trying to get Jimmothy to talk to her, but the poor boy is just too shy.
Nico Di Angelo: FUCK JESS
Nico Di Angelo: JIMMOTHY IS A STUPID NAME
Harold J.: Anyway, she has a nice manor about her, and always wears the nicest purfume.
Nico Di Angelo: PERVERT
Harold J.: She's real nice, and always has time to hear one of this old soldier's stories.
Harold J.: Anyway, sometimes they run out of the chocolate pudding and I have to settle for one of the jellos.
Nico Di Angelo: I DONT KNOW WHY IM STILL HERE
Harold J.: I hate jello, personally. But it's better than not having a desert with your meal, know what I'm saying?
Nico Di Angelo: I COULD BE OFF KILLING INNOCENT HUMANS
Nico Di Angelo: U DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT IM SAYING DO U
Harold J.: Anyway, seems like on chocolate day they always seem to run out quick. I keep telling Jess she needs to order more, but she say's that's her boss's job, not hers.
Nico Di Angelo: I COULD SAY ANYTHING AND U WOULDNT CARE
Harold J.: I say she should talk to her boss about buying more pudding, and she says she will, but apparently the boss never listens, says they don't have the money to waste on things like pudding.
Harold J.: It's a shame really, but what can you do, right?
Nico Di Angelo: ALL U CARE ABOUT DOING IS TELLING YOUR FUCKING STORY
Harold J.: Anyway, I think they'll have some tacos today, but I'm not sure. I can't quite remember the menu, my memory's not as good as it used to be. I just remember that chocolate pudding! I tell ya, thats the best stuff in the home.
Harold J.: You like pudding? They have some of the best.
Nico Di Angelo: OK THIS IS GETTING ANNOYING
Nico Di Angelo: IM GONNA GO
Harold J.: Anyway, I'm just hoping they don't run out of sauce for the tacos if that's what we're having.
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Time to do Taxes.

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This is a conversation between Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20) and yourself, Lets do Taxes.
Lets do Taxes: Wanna do taxes with me, baby? ;-)
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): oh god yea
Lets do Taxes: Alright
Lets do Taxes: Fill out these forms babby
Lets do Taxes: Sign here
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): mmmm oh yes
Lets do Taxes: Take this calculator
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): the best part
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): ooohhh
Lets do Taxes: How much have you donated this past year?
Lets do Taxes: What was your ooooh income?
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): i gave a gummy worm to a preschooler once does that count
Lets do Taxes: Do you still have the recipt?
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): yeah
Lets do Taxes: Good
Lets do Taxes: How much have you spent in business expenses?
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): mmmmmmmhmmm $3
Lets do Taxes: Alright, what'd you buy and what's your business?
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): a package of gummy worms. i bribe preschoolers to steal cookies from the cafeteria
Lets do Taxes: Alright, do you still have the recipt?
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): yes
Lets do Taxes: Awesome.
Lets do Taxes: Now, whats your social security number and date of birth?
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): 2
Lets do Taxes: Alright
Lets do Taxes: Looks like you're getting $0.25 in refunds.
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): that's $0.30 more than last year
Lets do Taxes: Awesome.
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20): thanks man
Cocky immortal man (RP, looks around 20) has left the conversation.

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This is a conversation between Catherine and yourself, IRS Auditer.
IRS Auditer: Hey
IRS Auditer: I'm afraid you haven't been paying your taxes.
IRS Auditer: So I'm here to conduct an audit.
Catherine: Umm... I don't do taxes.
Catherine: I'm a demon
IRS Auditer: That's the problem.
IRS Auditer: You need to start.
IRS Auditer: So lets go over a few things to start.
IRS Auditer: You said your occupation was demon?
Catherine: I don't even live in the mortal world
IRS Auditer: Right, right.
Catherine: No. Tats
Catherine: No that's my species
IRS Auditer: Then what's your occupation?
Catherine: I'm a succubus
IRS Auditer: Right. Now, how much money have you made over the past year, and how much do you have currently?
Catherine: Depends on the monetary value of a human soul now doesnt it. I get paid in souls
IRS Auditer: Right. So how many souls have you made over the past year?
Catherine: I try to make one a day, but considering i also eat them to stay alive...
IRS Auditer: Right. So how many do you have stored, how many have you consumed, and how many were made this year total?
IRS Auditer: This is serious, I could have you arrested for tax evasion.
Catherine: I could kill you in 10 seconds!
Catherine: Why are you here?
IRS Auditer: Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before.
IRS Auditer: I'm here to conduct an audit, as you've not been paying your taxes.
Catherine: I don't pay taxes
IRS Auditer: Exactly.
Catherine: I never have payed taxes
IRS Auditer: That's the problem. We've been over this before.
Catherine: I don't need to pay taxes
IRS Auditer: Now, is that an admission of guilt?
Catherine: What taxes could i possibly owe?
IRS Auditer: Well, I need you to sign this form to confirm you've not paid taxes at all.
Catherine: I'm not signing shit. How about i take you inside and fuck you to death? That sounds good to me
IRS Auditer: Your only hope of avoiding jail time is to work with me to find out how much you owe in backpay for your taxes.
IRS Auditer: Adding in interest, it'll probably be quite a lot.
IRS Auditer: Do you or do you not understand how important this is?
Catherine: *i facepalm* look here man. I am this close to ripping your head out of its socket. Please leave me so i can be in peace*
IRS Auditer: Sorry, I have a job to do.
IRS Auditer: Now take a seat and lets go over the souls you've taken over the past year.
Catherine: Ugh!*i pick you up and rip your head off*
IRS Auditer: Sorry, but you can't kill what isn't human.
Catherine: Ugh!
Catherine: Just die!
IRS Auditer: Sorry, I died a long time ago,
IRS Auditer: I work for the IRS.
Catherine: (lol)
IRS Auditer: Now then. How many souls have you taken over the past year?
Catherine: 365
Catherine: 1
Catherine: A
Catherine: Day
IRS Auditer: Right, right.
IRS Auditer: So, how many of those do you consume?
Catherine: Maybe a 4th? Less than half
IRS Auditer: Right. Well, fortunately for you we can count consuming souls as a business expense.
IRS Auditer: How many souls do you have now?
Catherine: About 3 4ths of a year, considering a new year just started
IRS Auditer: What happened to the souls from the year before?
Catherine: Those are the souls from the year before 3/4 of THAT previous year
IRS Auditer: So, are you telling me you don't have an exact number?
Catherine: No. Who does?
IRS Auditer: Right, I see how it is.
Catherine: It's not like i buy anything with them
IRS Auditer: Right, right.
Catherine: I just need them to survive
IRS Auditer: We'll need to have another visit to go over your souls in storage to get an exact number.
IRS Auditer: Now, how many entities are living in your household?
Catherine: Me
Catherine: I think that adds to 1
IRS Auditer: Right. So you don't have any dependents?
Catherine: No. Plus the house was a gift
IRS Auditer: A gift, huh? From who?
Catherine: Its paid off. And there is no property tax
Catherine: From my boyfriend... Sort of...
IRS Auditer: Right.
IRS Auditer: Do you know if he has paid taxes for the building?
Catherine: HE'S THE KING OF THE UNDERWORLD! HE OWNS THE PLACE!
IRS Auditer: I see. So his occupation is 'King'?
Catherine: Sure...
IRS Auditer: Has he given you any monetary gifts?
Catherine: None that i would show you...
IRS Auditer: I'm afraid hiding anything from an IRS Auditor is considered a felony.
Catherine: Really?
IRS Auditer: Yes.
IRS Auditer: Your going to have to tell me what gifts, and how much value they hold that you've recieved.
Catherine: Ok *i lead you to a closet and open it. It is filled to the brim with sex toys in plenty variety*
IRS Auditer: Right. So how much is this worth? Was it purchased with souls?
Catherine: No. Obviously not. He probably bought them in cash.
IRS Auditer: Right.
IRS Auditer: Now then. Have you made any charitable donations in the past year?
Catherine: If myself is a charity then yes
IRS Auditer: No, I'm afraid that's not the case.
IRS Auditer: Now then. I'm going to have to send someone out to check over your soul collection, but we're looking at about 150,000 souls minimum to avoid prison time.
Catherine: That's rediculous!
IRS Auditer: Sorry, I don't make the rules.
Catherine: Apparently you don't explain them either
IRS Auditer: That's not my job.
Catherine: You just fine people for no reason
IRS Auditer: Yeah, that's the IRS.
Catherine: I'm telling my boyfriend c about this! *i storm out of the house*
IRS Auditer: Well, that coulda gone worse.
Catherine has left the conversation.

Edit: Jared Fogle time.

Spoiler

This is a conversation between Your 15 year old step daughter and yourself, Jared Fogle.
Jared Fogle: Howdy.
Jared Fogle: How you doin?
Your 15 year old step daughter: .... I'm done. Fucking Jared?
Your 15 year old step daughter has left the conversation.

After running into this guy a few times I decided to have some fun.
(Link cause I'm lazy at this point.) http://www.shamchat.com/66b7558a/
Again http://www.shamchat.com/bd001f01/

Edit: Time to dabble in this 'SRP' people keep talking about. There's only one man for the job.

Spoiler

This is a conversation between Panne and yourself, Garalt of Rivea.
Garalt of Rivea: sex
Garalt of Rivea: ok
Panne: alright
Garalt of Rivea: good
Garalt of Rivea: *does the sex*
Panne: *it was pretty cool*
Garalt of Rivea: yay
You've left the conversation.

 

fucking lost it at this

 

I wish I could quit this

Spoiler

This is a conversation between Josh dun and yourself, An Empty Bowl.
An Empty Bowl: In your travels you come across a table, on this table sits a bowl. This bowl is seemingly empty, devoid of any contents. Ordinarily this would be mundane, however today feels different.
Josh dun: Oh
Josh dun: thid is the most beautiful bowl i have ever seen
An Empty Bowl: You admire the bowl, it's craftsmanship average at best, but there is a certain charm to it.
An Empty Bowl: You believe that while it may not be the flashiest, or the strongest, it is the bowliest.
An Empty Bowl: And sometimes, that's all that matters.
Josh dun: bowl,, your so bowly and i want to take you bowl in marriage
An Empty Bowl: You stand down on one knee, asking for the bowl's spoon in marriage, however the bowl just sits there, not responding.
Josh dun: oh bowl wont you be mine?? Do you not care for my affections
An Empty Bowl: Tears begin to wellup in your eyes, your cries falling on deaf ears. As the bowl has no ears. Or eyes. Or even a nose.
Josh dun: Oh bowl! Why does it need to be this way?! I thought we had something!! I thought,,, we were perfect..
An Empty Bowl: You begin to sniffle, trying to hold back the onslaught of tears that you know will come forth from the bowls apathy. You don't wish for it to see you this way.
An Empty Bowl: The bowl does not respond.
Josh dun: *dies of sadness
An Empty Bowl: You begin to realize your love was never meant to be. That breaks something inside of you, and you fall to the ground, dying. The bowl only looks on from it's perch on the table. Unmoving as you gasp out your final breaths.
Josh dun: Farewell,, sweet prince...
An Empty Bowl: As your eyes slowly begin to glaze over, your pulse slowing, you could almost hear something from the bowl.
Josh dun: i hope to see you... In the next world..
An Empty Bowl: It says, "No.. I meant to say.. I'd love you.."
An Empty Bowl: "Bowlever."
An Empty Bowl: The bowl shatters.
Josh dun: As i breathe my last breath i die with my true love, spoon in hand, weeping to death, the end.
An Empty Bowl: You and the bowl die in this spot, forgotten to time. Your bodies decaying to nothing. Even the bowl withers away as the sands of time wash over you.
An Empty Bowl: Slowly, the fertile land where you had lived and died withers, dying itself.
An Empty Bowl: The crops wither and decay, over time, the once lush green lands become an inhospitable desert.
An Empty Bowl: The wind whips through, picking up dirt and sand.
An Empty Bowl: Creating
An Empty Bowl: The
An Empty Bowl: Dust
An Empty Bowl: Bowl
Josh dun: ***dead gasp
Josh dun: ***what a plot twist
An Empty Bowl: However, soon even the dust bowl dissipates, the sands settling and plants slowly return. People find the land once again, creating a great civilization over time.
An Empty Bowl: Until one day, a young man enters a room.
An Empty Bowl: In the room, he only sees a table, on the table sits an empty bowl.
Josh dun: ***OH MY FUCKING GOD
An Empty Bowl: What would happen next is unknown, as at that exact time, a nuclear detonation occurred. Tensions between the nations of the time coming to a head, an unsustainable civilization dooming itself once again.
An Empty Bowl: The detonation was followed by many others, until nothing was left on this great earth.
An Empty Bowl: A long time following, an alien civilization begins to colonize this long dead world.
An Empty Bowl: The only remains of the great war is a single crater where a town used to be, this crater named Bowl Lake.
Josh dun: *IM SCREAMING OMFG ILY
An Empty Bowl: Unfortunately due to a mighty drought, bowl lake has been empty for some time.
Josh dun: ***WHOEVER YOU ARE PLEASE MARRY ME
An Empty Bowl: The civilization, unable to find any water, move away from bowl lake, and inland. Attempting to find a source of water.
An Empty Bowl: They never do, however. Their corpses scattered a trail inland. Had they only made it ten more miles, they would have found the remains of a well, connected to a large underground reservoir.
An Empty Bowl: However, they never did, their bowls forever empty.
An Empty Bowl: The End?
An Empty Bowl: Or will history repeat itself?
An Empty Bowl: Only time will tell.
An Empty Bowl: As the sands fall from the great bowl of life. Slowly emptying
Josh dun: I seriously love you
An Empty Bowl: \___/
Josh dun: Please let me be your friend im dying
An Empty Bowl: \_~_/
An Empty Bowl: \...../
An Empty Bowl: ........
An Empty Bowl: ..
An Empty Bowl: .
An Empty Bowl:

 

I feel ya

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This is a conversation between an anti-feminist and yourself, a painter from 1914.
a painter from 1914: Hey there bud! So how's the art industry in the future? Still huge?
an anti-feminist: Nah, bro, painters make no money
an anti-feminist: Find something else to do
an anti-feminist: You're wasting your time
a painter from 1914: Oh shit, I guess I'll need to drop out of art school. But hey, I'll find something else. Maybe go into politics. I promise.
an anti-feminist: Sure thing
a painter from 1914: or my name isn't adolf hitler!
an anti-feminist: SHIT
an anti-feminist: NO
a painter from 1914: Goodbye!

 

IRS Auditer is the best ever and I want more.