sunglasses wrote:Additionally, I'd like to add that I don't recommend leaving small children alone with Aviel. They may come back crying after being shown the odds that they were going to die horribly in the next 70 years.
A Combustible Lemon wrote:Death is an archaic concept for simpleminded commonfolk, not Victorian scientist whales.
52xMax wrote:I don't think you're able to do that, Nudge (look up #3). This is for non-players.
sunglasses wrote:Additionally, I'd like to add that I don't recommend leaving small children alone with Aviel. They may come back crying after being shown the odds that they were going to die horribly in the next 70 years.
A Combustible Lemon wrote:Death is an archaic concept for simpleminded commonfolk, not Victorian scientist whales.
CarrieVS wrote:I'm Alfred Wessex, who doesn't have an occupation because he's ten.
People often call him Alfie, but he hates that. He calls himself Alf. He has three older brothers, who couldn't exactly be said to terrorise the neighbourhood, but certainly manage to be the dominant force amongst the local kids. They're very protective of Alf, who is the youngest and also the frailest. He has a heart condition which means he can't keep up with the others in any of their active pursuits, so instead he invents wild schemes and games, and is frequently to be found somewhere in the vicinity of whatever mischief the older Wessex boys are currently up to, watching the fruits of his ideas. Since he's often not able to do, he's a reader and a watcher and a dreamer.
He occasionally lets slip the existence of a family secret, though no questioning has yet induced him or any of his brothers to divulge what it is.
Bonus point if you figure out the reference. Bonus bonus point (honour system applies) if you don't use Google. Not you, Alby, 'cause I've told you about essentially this before.
A Combustible Lemon wrote:Death is an archaic concept for simpleminded commonfolk, not Victorian scientist whales.
CarrieVS wrote:I'm Alfred Wessex, who doesn't have an occupation because he's ten.
People often call him Alfie, but he hates that. He calls himself Alf. He has three older brothers, who couldn't exactly be said to terrorise the neighbourhood, but certainly manage to be the dominant force amongst the local kids. They're very protective of Alf, who is the youngest and also the frailest. He has a heart condition which means he can't keep up with the others in any of their active pursuits, so instead he invents wild schemes and games, and is frequently to be found somewhere in the vicinity of whatever mischief the older Wessex boys are currently up to, watching the fruits of his ideas. Since he's often not able to do, he's a reader and a watcher and a dreamer.
He occasionally lets slip the existence of a family secret, though no questioning has yet induced him or any of his brothers to divulge what it is.
Bonus point if you figure out the reference. Bonus bonus point (honour system applies) if you don't use Google. Not you, Alby, 'cause I've told you about essentially this before.
JamesT wrote:ALF is back! in pog form!
A Combustible Lemon wrote:Death is an archaic concept for simpleminded commonfolk, not Victorian scientist whales.
Ashtherion wrote:We're not worse at drinking, we're just better at being intoxicated, so we don't have to spend so much on beer.
Suck our tiny economical dicks, white people.
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