so lol cat thread?

No. -_-

aww well check ur spider man one as well

*I set off a nuclear weapon, killing all people under level 20. I travel to a new land and build a new hill, the old one destroyed.* MY HILL.

Why would you blow me up? :(

I am the hill.

There, there.

It's okay, you're still a ghost. You can possess the new one. The old one was filled with idiots.

Originally posted by CharlesFoxKays*I set off a nuclear weapon, killing all people under level 20. I travel to a new land and build a new hill, the old one destroyed.* MY HILL.

One less level and you would have blown the Hill up.

Oh...but I liked the old hill. It was full of blackjack...and hookers.

This one seems to have the same thing. .3.

Not enough though. Trust me. I possessed that hill for a reason ;_;

Alas, poor Hill.

*jumps on the new hill and sets down a bloodstained flag*MY HILL

Ow! Hey!

(I did take over the new hill even though it's vastly inferior)

*Performs mass unicorn sacrifice on top of hill, allowing the matter to decompose into the new hill*

test

Super test. Because I'm totally curious.

Awesome. :D

*Kicks Jeff off the Hill, tears down his flag and plants my own* MY HILL!

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!! *lands on feet* No fair!

Ow hey! That hurts kinda.

*puts a bandage on the hill*sorry....

Thanks. Now that that's settled. Shall we proceed?

Did you enjoy the video?

*Sets up wooden palisade with a nasty secret*

Originally posted by Domtest

Uh oh. What'd we do?

Originally posted by Domtest

test! i need to study

Dear Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen (my diary),
It’s been rough few months working here at the cotton mill. The working conditions here are terrible, and dangerous. Joel was fixing a machine when it broke and crushed his arm, which he was later beaten for by Mr. Foreman. Rudolf isn’t much better. It’s true we all cough here at the mill, but his cough had been getting worse and worse, and now he hasn’t been in for two days. I’m worried about everyone else here. The only peace of mind I obtain is my rushed 40 minuet lunch, tough it takes at least 15 minutes to find a decent piece of bread not soiled by the air in here. I’ve actually put my food near a cockroach den because the air is less polluted in that corner. I hope momma doesn’t disown me for taking some crackers to snack on. It was the last of them… I know, but I sure was hungry. Maybe after a few weeks of saving up I can get papa some fresh bread for his birthday. But shoot, that’ll be a rough errand without pitching in for Hailey’s scholastic books. She says she’s not going to work for no factory, she says she’s going to get straight marks and graduate. Then she said she’s going to head to England, and help some brainy folk bring in machines I’m working with to some glass palace. Sure sound nice, never thought, or had for that matter, a life outside of the factory. I best be getting back to work, lunch is about done and Mr. Foreman has had that vein that shows he’s angry popping out of his head all day. Talk to you soon, Smitty.

-Andrew


I was supposed to write 5 sentences in first person about the daily life of a child in a factory in 1800s. I used a southern dialect by the by.

Originally posted by 010001110110111101100100Dear Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen (my diary),
It’s been rough few months working here at the cotton mill. The working conditions here are terrible, and dangerous. Joel was fixing a machine when it broke and crushed his arm, which he was later beaten for by Mr. Foreman. Rudolf isn’t much better. It’s true we all cough here at the mill, but his cough had been getting worse and worse, and now he hasn’t been in for two days. I’m worried about everyone else here. The only peace of mind I obtain is my rushed 40 minuet lunch, tough it takes at least 15 minutes to find a decent piece of bread not soiled by the air in here. I’ve actually put my food near a cockroach den because the air is less polluted in that corner. I hope momma doesn’t disown me for taking some crackers to snack on. It was the last of them… I know, but I sure was hungry. Maybe after a few weeks of saving up I can get papa some fresh bread for his birthday. But shoot, that’ll be a rough errand without pitching in for Hailey’s scholastic books. She says she’s not going to work for no factory, she says she’s going to get straight marks and graduate. Then she said she’s going to head to England, and help some brainy folk bring in machines I’m working with to some glass palace. Sure sound nice, never thought, or had for that matter, a life outside of the factory. I best be getting back to work, lunch is about done and Mr. Foreman has had that vein that shows he’s angry popping out of his head all day. Talk to you soon, Smitty.

-Andrew


I was supposed to write 5 sentences in first person about the daily life of a child in a factory in 1800s. I used a southern dialect by the by.

Last year, I had to do diary entries from a slave owner's child's point of view. I talked with my slave, and got hunting lessons from my Native American friend.
Oh, and this was the first slaves, not the African slaves.

Originally posted by CharlesFoxKays

Originally posted by 010001110110111101100100Dear Smitty Werbenjagermanjensen (my diary),
It’s been rough few months working here at the cotton mill. The working conditions here are terrible, and dangerous. Joel was fixing a machine when it broke and crushed his arm, which he was later beaten for by Mr. Foreman. Rudolf isn’t much better. It’s true we all cough here at the mill, but his cough had been getting worse and worse, and now he hasn’t been in for two days. I’m worried about everyone else here. The only peace of mind I obtain is my rushed 40 minuet lunch, tough it takes at least 15 minutes to find a decent piece of bread not soiled by the air in here. I’ve actually put my food near a cockroach den because the air is less polluted in that corner. I hope momma doesn’t disown me for taking some crackers to snack on. It was the last of them… I know, but I sure was hungry. Maybe after a few weeks of saving up I can get papa some fresh bread for his birthday. But shoot, that’ll be a rough errand without pitching in for Hailey’s scholastic books. She says she’s not going to work for no factory, she says she’s going to get straight marks and graduate. Then she said she’s going to head to England, and help some brainy folk bring in machines I’m working with to some glass palace. Sure sound nice, never thought, or had for that matter, a life outside of the factory. I best be getting back to work, lunch is about done and Mr. Foreman has had that vein that shows he’s angry popping out of his head all day. Talk to you soon, Smitty.

-Andrew


I was supposed to write 5 sentences in first person about the daily life of a child in a factory in 1800s. I used a southern dialect by the by.

Last year, I had to do diary entries from a slave owner's child's point of view. I talked with my slave, and got hunting lessons from my Native American friend.
Oh, and this was the first slaves, not the African slaves.

First slaves being Egyptian?

*waiting to be boo'd or something*

Boo.

First slaves during the colonization of America.

Well, I like being cheeky.

So, :P

happy easter guys

Yeah, happy Zombie Jesus day!

*remains silent*

lol

Originally posted by 010001110110111101100100Yeah, happy Zombie Jesus day!

Dear God.

Originally posted by 010001110110111101100100Yeah, happy Zombie Jesus day!

That's what I say! :D

Originally posted by CharlesFoxKays

Originally posted by 010001110110111101100100Yeah, happy Zombie Jesus day!

That's what I say! :D

Brother! :D

Originally posted by 010001110110111101100100

Originally posted by CharlesFoxKays

Originally posted by 010001110110111101100100Yeah, happy Zombie Jesus day!

That's what I say! :D

Brother! :D

*Hugs you with zombie Jesus arms.*

Originally posted by CharlesFoxKays

Originally posted by 010001110110111101100100

Originally posted by CharlesFoxKays

Originally posted by 010001110110111101100100Yeah, happy Zombie Jesus day!

That's what I say! :D

Brother! :D

*Hugs you with zombie Jesus arms.*

*bites you with Zombie Jesus teeth*

Charles hugs King AJ. King AJ attacks Charles.

Wut?

*Turns into a Zombie. That's right, not a Zombie Jesus, because that's impersonating Jesus, which is both a sin and a not-nice thing to do.*

resident evil the chat version

We will be Jesus' disciples of chomping and things.

i see