I think the only logical conclusion is that Rym was spawned into existance just before RIT and has been systematically planting evidence so that we don't become suspicious.
If we make an FRC(F) fighting game, that will be one of the super moves.
I'm so glad I won't appear in that. I don't own a swag enough jacket to pull a gun out from, then throw it at my opponent.
You most certainly are. You'll be a shapeshifter due to the number of accounts you have. You can transform into an appropriate jacket.
It won't be swag enough! And curse you and your witty/clever idea. Shapeshifting is a horrible power knowing the forumites! The horror you will unleash upon this place, how could you.
The missing component in this pretty impressive feat of social engineering is reflecting their ill behavior and poor social grasp back on them in a way that causes them to recognize it and internalize the need to cut it the fuck out without being distracted by shinies...
Ahhh, we had several attempts on this front, all in vain. Scott openly and directly explained in great detail to these guys what was wrong with them, and all it resulted in is them hating Scott.
Some of them were beyond our help. At one point we acquired something like 80lbs of bars of soap....
Actually, this anecdote is too good. I might just tell it verbally and upload a quick thing to the Youtubes.
That sounds like a familiar anecdote; I'm pretty sure you've told it on the show before. Regardless, I would not mind you telling it again on YouTube so that I can Tumbl/tweet it to my friends lists more easily.
And now that flamewar has turned into a discussion on Star Trek romances and beard-mances.
I love this forum.
I was about to say, that was without a doubt the best end I have ever seen to a flamewar on the internet.
And now that flamewar has turned into a discussion on Star Trek romances and beard-mances.
I love this forum.
I was about to say, that was without a doubt the best end I have ever seen to a flamewar on the internet.
I hope that one day the forum would evolve so that the flamewar bit could be skipped and the conversation moved directly to the Star Trek ships and fics.
A blinding flash in front of the Corner Store at 3am on Monday of orientation week. In the middle, the outline of a lone naked, mustachioed man, kneeling, can be seen in the center. He slowly rises, to meet the astonished gaze of an onlooking, trenchcoat-wearing CS student. Their eyes meet for what feels like hours. The naked man slowly moves towards the student with a fire in his eyes, recognizable only by the mightiest warriors of ancient days. A final prayer is uttered by the paralyzed CS student.
Once the deed is done, the naked figure rises where the student once was, donning the now-bloodied trenchcoat. His lips part for the first time, and a voice carries through the tunnels,
A blinding flash in front of the Corner Store at 3am on Monday of orientation week. In the middle, the outline of a lone naked, mustachioed man, kneeling, can be seen in the center. He slowly rises, to meet the astonished gaze of an onlooking, trenchcoat-wearing CS student. Their eyes meet for what feels like hours. The naked man slowly moves towards the student with a fire in his eyes, recognizable only by the mightiest warriors of ancient days. A final prayer is uttered by the paralyzed CS student.
Once the deed is done, the naked figure rises where the student once was, donning the now-bloodied trenchcoat. His lips part for the first time, and a voice carries through the tunnels,
There is work to be done.
Someone write the rest of this. I am already hooked.
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Rimdondanken?
This must be a code of some sort...
I love this forum.
Once the deed is done, the naked figure rises where the student once was, donning the now-bloodied trenchcoat. His lips part for the first time, and a voice carries through the tunnels,