Sorry For Shooting My Toxic Blood At You Like A Rifle In Class Earlier. I Know This May Seem Inappropriate

Hey do any of you all ever do this:

-going about day normally

-stop suddenly at thought about a Lancer game

-resist urge to go throttle GM (former or present) because of said thought

Okay, but I took it over to the national forest a few weeks ago, and the ranger was totally fine with it over there.

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Yeah. I made a reservation and everything. The guy I talked to on the phone said it was fine. Spot 27. Recreational vehicle.

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It’s a mech. Hiking chassis. Look, I’ve got the licensure documents right here. State inspection, registration, the whole nine yards. Fully de-mil. Asphalt safe, tree safe, zero emissions, low sound, civvie reactor—

—dude, dude—just calm down, okay? It’s—would you just—

It’s a coldcore. Coldcore. It runs cleaner than that truck you’re sitting in. What, do you think I’m carrying around uranium or something? Come on, man, give me a little credit.

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Yeah, it’s running now.

Oh, no—man, come on, it’s shielded. Just—

in light of the recent incident public opinion has returned to standard

Tumblr is the kind of website where I can just tell someone their cat looks like an evil vizier with no further context and everyone will understand that it was a compliment

Reddit is the kind of website where I cannot do that

I love the lancer mechs that fuck with you mentally and have a high chance of changing you forever, rendering you inhuman or unable to function in normal society

no sales for 5 days..

just took some holy antacids that were like skittles and i think thats freaky and weird. like hello, gracious defender, thank you for your service to my evil body— YOU DON’T TASTE LIKE DOGSHIT? impercievable! burned at the stake.

i cant stop drawing her as a dog…

i referenced like eight billion pinterest posts

saw a yog i like, said. ‘wowee thats so her core’ and drew it. smileys

no sales for 5 days..

they call me an undercover agent. the way i’m. under the covers :) cozy in bed :)