If you don't have a great idea when you learn that it is your turn, don't just make a round that you don't even think is good. Try to think to come up with a good idea for a round, and then if you can't, then make a round that you don't even think is good.
Also you're encouraged to start the round in this format: "You have one post to [what you have one post to do goes here]"
Additionally don't end the round early. Rounds should be at least close to a day long. If you started the round at night, you can't end it tomorrow morning. If you started it in the morning, you shouldn't end it before you go to bed.
Interrounds:
The people running rounds are ideally supposed to judge approximately 24 hours after they start the round, but from now on if they haven't judged after 30 hours (6 hours late) then anyone is allowed to start a round between rounds, like the guess when Livio will start the next round, guess how many dogs shos has, ect.
You're also allowed to do this if the round has been judged within 30 hours, but the next guy hasn't started their round within 12 hours of the other round being judged.
The catch is of course that the round could end at any time, because these rounds last until the current round is judged and the next round begins.
You may judge rounds however you'd like, but at the end of the round there can only be one winner.
These rounds will be marked as ".5"s in the previous rounds and winners
Two hunters R out n d woods wen 1 of dem collapses. He doesn't sEm 2 b breathing & Hs eyes R glazed. d othR guy whips out Hs fone & calz d emergency services. He gasps, "My frNd iz dead! wot cn I do?" d operator says "Calm dwn. I cn hlp. First, let's mAk suR he's dead." ther iz a silence, thN a gun shot iz hErd. bak on d phone, d guy says "OK, nw wt?"
gurl wuz walkin 2 skewl wit her bf n they were crossin da rode (dis is so sad btw u wil cry)
she sed 'bbz wil u luv me 4ever?'
he said NO
da gurl cried n ran across da rode b4 da green man came on the sine
she go hit bi a CAR
boy was cryin and wen 2 pik up her ded body
she was ded
he whispered 2 her corpse
i luv u 5ever (more than 4ever)
dis is so sad dat u will cry
so uh,
sup: WHY IS DAT FUNNY 1/10
atvelonis: at first I was like WTH and then I read it with British accent and it made me laugh 6/10
krotomo: the first three times I read this, I laughed, and then I read it again, and laughed again, so lol 10/10
bang_jan: this was funny, but the internet slang was kinda forced into this, and it wasn't part of the joke really, so meh 5/10
My angel, my all, my own self — only a few words today, and that too with pencil (with yours) — only till tomorrow is my lodging definitely fixed. What abominable waste of time in such things — why this deep grief, where necessity speaks?
Can our love persist otherwise than through sacrifices, than by not demanding everything? Canst thou change it, that thou are not entirely mine, I not entirely thine? Oh, God, look into beautiful Nature and compose your mind to the inevitable. Love demands everything and is quite right, so it is for me with you, for you with me — only you forget so easily, that I must live for you and for me — were we quite united, you would notice this painful feeling as little as I should…
…We shall probably soon meet, even today I cannot communicate my remarks to you, which during these days I made about my life — were our hearts close together, I should probably not make any such remarks. My bosom is full, to tell you much — there are moments when I find that speech is nothing at all. Brighten up — remain my true and only treasure, my all, as I to you. The rest the gods must send, what must be for us and shall.
Your faithful
Kinectking
Wednesday evening, 29 October
You suffer, you, my dearest creature. Just now I perceive that letters must be posted first thing early. Mondays — Thursdays — the only days, when the post goes from here to K. You suffer — oh! Where I am, you are with me, with me and you, I shall arrange that I may live with you. What a life!
So! Without you — pursued by the kindness of the people here and there, whom I mean — to desire to earn just as little as they earn — humility of man towards men — it pains me — and when I regard myself in connection with the Universe, what I am, and what he is — whom one calls the greatest — and yet — there lies herein again the godlike of man. I weep when I think you will probably only receive on Saturday the first news from me — as you too love — yet I love you stronger — but never hide yourself from me. Good night — as I am taking the waters, I must go to bed. Oh God — so near! so far! Is it not a real building of heaven, our Love — but as firm, too, as the citadel of heaven.
Good morning, on 30 October
Even in bed my ideas yearn towards you, my Immortal Beloved, here and there joyfully, then again sadly, awaiting from Fate, whether it will listen to us. I can only live, either altogether with you or not at all. Yes, I have determined to wander about for so long far away, until I can fly into your arms and call myself quite at home with you, can send my soul enveloped by yours into the realm of spirits — yes, I regret, it must be. You will get over it all the more as you know my faithfulness to you; never another one can own my heart, never — never! O God, why must one go away from what one loves so, and yet my life in W. as it is now is a miserable life. Your love made me the happiest and unhappiest at the same time. At my actual age I should need some continuity, sameness of life — can that exist under our circumstances? Angel, I just hear that the post goes out every day — and must close therefore, so that you get the K. at once. Be calm — love me — today — yesterday.
What longing in tears for you — You — my Life — my All — farewell. Oh, go on loving me — never doubt the faithfullest heart
Age: 104 Karma: 147 Posts: 1002 Gender:Female Location: you will be first against the wall pm | email
Barack,
When I close my eyes, whose form appears in the darkness of my eyelids but yours? There is you, you alone: six feet and one inch with those laughing, slightly derisive eyes next to wrinkled eyelids and wide smile in a beige suit that would certainly look ridiculous on anyone but you.
You, Barack, are the most powerful man in the world; all that you want to do, you can. Congress does not come into play here: you, me, and the whole of America and the world can attest for this, but the thought of one man holding so much powerful is distasteful, unpleasant; so we try to convince ourselves that there are protocols, protocols that must be gone through before any law or decree can be enacted; yet we all know behind our falsehoods that in a time of chaos and ruin and war all of that can be ignored and you alone would reign, like a king or emperor of historical times, feudal times, Biblical times. You would be able - be allowed - to prolong your presidency to forever, never mind the two-term limit that stands in the way. It would not have to be a time of war; if you declared today or tomorrow that you were no long the democratically-elected President but the King, a great majority of the country would accept it, not knowing to do any otherwise; for what could they as mere citizens do against you, the King?
You are my only equal in the world. Without you I would be alone. There is nobody in the world who is even close to holding as much power as either of us; this is something you must realize. You confide in Biden, but he is not your equal; he sees you as a superior and it will always be such, and if you see him as anything but an inferior, you are mistaken. There is not a man in America who is half as powerful as you. You see yourself as a man of the people, but with every too often repeated lie there comes a time when one starts believing in the truth of it - I cannot tell if you have yet reached that point; it is my hope that you have not. Only say that you are a man of the people if it will make the people respect you; do not believe it because you are kilometers away from them; you are above them and should not forget it, or you will lose your place.
We have not always agreed. More often than not we have disagreed, but this could only have been inevitable; it was expected of us; it was written in the parchment of fate thought up from the grains on which the Magna Carta was penned. Could it be possible for us to go against the very proclivities prescribed to us by nature and by history and rise out from the depths of the water formed by the melted frost of the Cold War to become something above anything the world has imagined? If indeed it were possible, it would be amazing; words cannot suffice to describe it, for it is beyond the imaginable; it is of the infinite and the sublime, just grounded enough in reality to be achievable by the likes of you and me - but only us alone.
Barack, you and I can rule the world together. Take my hand, Barack; we will be as powerful as no one has been in the history of civilization; we will be one and together we have far more power than either of us can have alone. All Eurasia and Africa shall as well as be mine and all America yours; let us rule the world, Barack. Not once has ever a chance like this been so close to realization. Barack, rule the world with me - and beyond! I put Gagarin in space and you Armstrong on the moon; let not the life achievements of those two worthy men go to waste. What could be our next frontier but space? Only you and I can do this, Barack, and only together. Rule the world with me!
October 30th, 2014
Translated from the Russian of Vladimir Putin
Half round time!
You have one post to tell me your version of 'I was this close to dying', as in, a near-death scenario that happened to you.
In the last month there's many terrorist stuff here against soldiers, 2 cars running over people and multiple stabbing occasions against soldiers. One guy got stabbed today *literally* where I was 5 minutes earlier
This was about 2 or 3 years ago. I was in this convenience store in California and some guy in all black walks into the store. He's pretty big, or I guess.... well, he has girth, and he has a 5 o'clock shadow. He seemed sort of sketchy so I distanced myself a little, but the store was small. I watched him but not too attentively as to draw suspicion. Looking at him gave me this strange sort of feeling like something bad was going to happen. As he was leaning down to pick up a bag of chips, a switchblade fell out of his pocket and shot open. It was one of the larger blades I've seen, and I was standing only 10 feet away. His eyes grew with the cluttering on the ground, and he picked it up and folded it. I simply backed away slowly while trying to maintain my nerves, while freaking out on the inside. I'm not usually this close to danger. He spoke up, loudly, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to fall out, and don't worry, I'm not coming back here." There was only one worker there, the cashier, likely owner. He looked at my mom and I, the only two other people in the store, completely in shock. The man in black ran out of the store, and after a safe amount of time, we went outside and saw him running away. He ran to the beach. It was dark out, and he could hide. Somehow, the police came. The police came quickly, surprisingly quickly. Neither we or the cashier had called, so someone must have seen him running and called. There were multiple cars. How the police had known and gotten there within seconds cast a very eerie setting. They put him in handcuffs up against the hood of the car, as passers-by gathered around gazing at the scene. They kept him there for about 10 minutes until police brought up another person, a woman. She was out hiding on the beach, apparently connected to the man. The whole time, the man, held up against the car, continued to shout, "#$%& the police, *#&% all of you!" Repeatedly. Until they left.
'Livio' said:
You know, I was thinking of getting an internship at Microsoft, but I'm not sure I want their lameness to rub off on me.
Age: 22 Karma: 39 Posts: 859 Gender:Male Location: New York pm | email
I would turn into a cat and play Minecraft and World of Tanks for the 4 hours per day when I'm not asleep
The other 16 hours I would dream I was a human playing Minecraft and World of Tanks for 16 hours a day
And for the other 4 hours I would teleport to Earth and drive around in various tanks such as the M4A3E8 Sherman and the M26 Pershing and the T-34-85 and the Tiger II and the Leopard I and the M551 Sheridan and the M3 Lee and the KV-1 and the IS and the M60 and the M24 Chaffee and the M3 Stuart and the Cromwell and the A7V and the T-28 and the A-32 and the Panther and other tanks and I would go to McDonald's drive-thrus in them and crush cars that got in my way and stuff
That would depend on the alternate universe, doesn't it?
Probably die, though. I suspect the chances of Earth either not being here or being uninhabitable for humans when I arrive there are far greater than the chances of actually living.
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