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a is the same color as b OH GOD

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Santiago, Chile

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Posted by BazookaNinja - November 25th, 2007


The Alliance is up and running again!

Jconserv shitploded on us, so I created our forum in a seemingly better host for us to continue our shenanigans.

thenewalliance.x.am (not to be confused with thealliance.x.am)

Sign up, and tell everybody you can. :]

That is all.


Posted by BazookaNinja - November 22nd, 2007


It was a beautiful afternoon, with a warm temperature and a colorful sunset. I had food and drinks set up in a red checkered blanket in the grassy hills, to commemorate one full month of my relationship with my girlfriend. I had liked this girl for a good year or so, and even a month later, I still couldn't believe we were together, but.. that is a story for another time. We were sitting down, snuggled close to one another, as I caressed her beautiful hair and told her how much I cared about her. As I ran my fingers down her gorgeous smooth brown hair repeatedly, my fingers suddenly met at a clash with an object foreign to her beautiful hairpiece. I had never touched an object with such a texture or color before, and stared blankly, not knowing how to react. She was smiling sweetly at me, unaware of what was occurring, but I had frozen in terror, as I slowly came to the realization of the identity of this unknown object. I had to react quickly. I stepped aside in a swift move, unsheathing my broadsword. "Barbados!" I yelled. We fought grandiosely for the following days and nights, until I delivered the final strike to his looming body. I could finally claim my reign as the prince of darkness. Victorious, I packed the picnic into bags, and drove my girlfriend home.


Posted by BazookaNinja - November 6th, 2007


I put on my combat boots and strapped my knife to my belt, only to come to the realization that my shirt was pink.

I cannot properly camouflage with a pink shirt.

What now