Post by E-Stalin [Orthrus] on Nov 10, 2009 17:06:13 GMT -5
Summed up.
1. I had the coolest night of the year.
2. I have iodine in my veins.
I got out of the hospital at 5:00 this morning, after spending some 23 hours without sleep, courtesy of symptoms consistent with acute appendicitis. CAT revealed no obvious abnormalities, so I'm now at home with my appendix very much intact, and in fully normal health. Iodine tastes funny though, seriously. They said it'd burn throughout, but for some reason only the base of my throat and my ass burned. Who would have guessed it?
Now, just in case the bitchy thing gets bored and does decides to explode for lols, I hereby leave:
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The Soul of the Board: My immortal robot backup self programmed for self-updating verbal Jihad.
Ada: An essay on the human psychology of vampirism, describing the fascination the subject holds and what it reflects in the human psyche.
Han: My full secret armory and PMC funds from the South-Ossettian conflict. 500 rifles, 200 shotguns, 300 handguns, two MiG-29s, five T-90 tanks, and specially formulated Soldier-Hike condoms, extra durable. Because as any Soldier knows, Condoms are the most useful element in a survival kit next to a knife.
The Kids: A Siberian Tiger Kitten. And for when they get older, an H&K USP handgun for each. You'd better teach them proper self-defense. And yes, I'm giving them .45 Supers, and nothing else.
The General: .........................................................................
Guy who had an Afro, whatever his name was:
A refrigerator full of Red Bulls, consistent in all my RP and online characters. It's the secretz to their wannabe badassedry attempts.
Setg: A Runglish pub with a Russian white-hole anomaly refrigerator; spawns infinite supply of vodka and porter on demand.
Shagster: A sandwich of course. Your choice of toppings.
The General: .........................................................................
Michael: A particle accelerator. I'm sure you know what to do with it. (Those Mormons aren't going to kill themselves damn it)
Joker: The General, in a box.
Frost: The Nuclear Launch Codes for China and America. Have fun.
The General: ...........................................
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.................................................................. I'll think about it.
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The remainder of the board gets the 2.8 Trillion dollars of savings I've collected from PMC work in Georgia and Chechnya. It shall be delivered to an undisclosed island (Revealed at the time of self-burial) and if anyone wants it, you'll have to go over there, gather up on the gray building, and have a full-blown straight forward and gritty Battle Royale for it. Winner gets extra ammo to take home.
And oh yeah, none of that cremation crap for me, I want my body to be taken off to some frozen forest in Siberia, and let a Siberian Tiger eat it.
*Shoots cuffs*
I prefer original methods. *Arrogant sniff/smirk*
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P.S: Proof that God's design fails. An organ that does virtually nothing important other than randomly kill you when it feels like it. Take that creationists!
PP.S: The General.................................................................................................................................................................................................................I'll give you a Communist in a Box.
1. I had the coolest night of the year.
2. I have iodine in my veins.
I got out of the hospital at 5:00 this morning, after spending some 23 hours without sleep, courtesy of symptoms consistent with acute appendicitis. CAT revealed no obvious abnormalities, so I'm now at home with my appendix very much intact, and in fully normal health. Iodine tastes funny though, seriously. They said it'd burn throughout, but for some reason only the base of my throat and my ass burned. Who would have guessed it?
Now, just in case the bitchy thing gets bored and does decides to explode for lols, I hereby leave:
----------
The Soul of the Board: My immortal robot backup self programmed for self-updating verbal Jihad.
Ada: An essay on the human psychology of vampirism, describing the fascination the subject holds and what it reflects in the human psyche.
Han: My full secret armory and PMC funds from the South-Ossettian conflict. 500 rifles, 200 shotguns, 300 handguns, two MiG-29s, five T-90 tanks, and specially formulated Soldier-Hike condoms, extra durable. Because as any Soldier knows, Condoms are the most useful element in a survival kit next to a knife.
The Kids: A Siberian Tiger Kitten. And for when they get older, an H&K USP handgun for each. You'd better teach them proper self-defense. And yes, I'm giving them .45 Supers, and nothing else.
The General: .........................................................................
Guy who had an Afro, whatever his name was:
A refrigerator full of Red Bulls, consistent in all my RP and online characters. It's the secretz to their wannabe badassedry attempts.
Setg: A Runglish pub with a Russian white-hole anomaly refrigerator; spawns infinite supply of vodka and porter on demand.
Shagster: A sandwich of course. Your choice of toppings.
The General: .........................................................................
Michael: A particle accelerator. I'm sure you know what to do with it. (Those Mormons aren't going to kill themselves damn it)
Joker: The General, in a box.
Frost: The Nuclear Launch Codes for China and America. Have fun.
The General: ...........................................
.................................
.................................................................. I'll think about it.
--------------------------------------------
The remainder of the board gets the 2.8 Trillion dollars of savings I've collected from PMC work in Georgia and Chechnya. It shall be delivered to an undisclosed island (Revealed at the time of self-burial) and if anyone wants it, you'll have to go over there, gather up on the gray building, and have a full-blown straight forward and gritty Battle Royale for it. Winner gets extra ammo to take home.
And oh yeah, none of that cremation crap for me, I want my body to be taken off to some frozen forest in Siberia, and let a Siberian Tiger eat it.
*Shoots cuffs*
I prefer original methods. *Arrogant sniff/smirk*
---------------
P.S: Proof that God's design fails. An organ that does virtually nothing important other than randomly kill you when it feels like it. Take that creationists!
PP.S: The General.................................................................................................................................................................................................................I'll give you a Communist in a Box.