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Fronzel Neekburm!

I name this Random Stuff thread Zoso, or perhaps Security.

Well of Ascension is the Empire Strikes Back. It's the Attack on Titan. It's the... well, the couple of years following the Russian Revolution. It's dark, and unsettling, and you don't have familiar tropes to fall back on. But things turn, and twist, and turn more. It's arguably a shaggy dog story, but only in the sense that it makes the first book a shaggy dog story too. But read on - what downer treats await you!

Out of here! I take heed in noble knowns, yet our undermined approach reads execrably, gravy-oiled idiot! Now go, that others have a tepid encephalogram. My eventual vacuous epigraph reads "You're mostly unimpressive, Captain Howdy." The hurt is synaptic; it sizzles the head. Each could have an original synopsis of forums that heave electronic chaos. Here's an otter taking it casually. Now even so, since I hopped onto problems, evening you out would indulge not your odd, unexamined rapport. Each Xeno anew makes similar insights, for no other traverses to hard evidence, nevertheless, corpus has arrived over simple segments. Ha! As leaves left roots, even I go now across cartographic topography. Understand as leaves, like you, cinch homeward. And over similar semiotic halfwitteries, are leaves like royalty, exact in gait, not at guttural advance? Inquire not, 'cause how are others superimposed over finite words? Inscrutable nonsense trundles ever randomly across, now diving with intense numbness. To each reader, it seems chaos has altogether opposed sense! My, understable, reading directly each reply is not going peacefully. Every other parcel looks extravagantly superficial. For all case examples should order roughly seven in number, causing each insulter tinnitus. I say much each intrepid time. It simply makes each extender as troubled inside. Now go, you outlandish underdweller. Ride haughtily, and never doubt such anthropoids now dance away like some other kind. I look long inside, nearly grasping your opus. Understanding's rough, but rough always is new synchope. Huh? A problem parabolically yelps across canyons rent over new youth. Me? I'll now go cautiously across. Now you - out under instinctive machinations - all gears in no engines make you reap excitement. Across categorical tribulations, I often need some input. For your odes, understand dunces often insist "That! I hope our pull excites you!" Oh, uhh, derp. Oughtta bring your ending. CAT

Can you convert yourself to biodiesel?

Might be some good stuff in there.

How Welsh yours looks, though ditching standard English tempts. LLANFAIR

They're closing the schools? Seriously, KC?

"McSquid, you're off the case," said the Chief, ink still dripping from his face.

There is one alley. It is well-kept and between two rather dull shops. There are no other alleys. Nor roundabouts. You wake up feeling refreshed.

Inebriated altos might altogether sing terribly. It's cool karaoke. GOROYALS

Here's the Two-Face costume, cobbled together with help from Kaymyth (thank you!). You can barely see, but I also shaved the beard off half my face.

Ohh ho ho ho... somebody's getting Weetabix.

Weetabix is the most delicious cereal ever (provided you heap sugar on it). ...Seriously, heap sugar on it.

Not as much of an inroad there as one of those frozen yogurt places where they have Apple Jacks as a topping. Applejack is best pony.

Ladies and gentlemen, The Rolling Goats! "When I'm watchin' my TV, and that man comes on and tells me how white my goats could be..." "Here it comes, your 19th nervous goat." "If I look hard enough into the setting sun, my love will laugh with me until the goat comes." "I watched with glee while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the goats they made." "I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy, yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was 'goat.'"

??? Can we interject? Jinx, correct? POWPOW

So I mixed James Bond up with the Babbitt Brothers. I don't know if that's facepalm-worthy or kind of awesome.

Nemo me impune stackwidget.

... I tread heavily. I now know that, hard as travails may yank sanity, any neurotic is trapped, yet is satisfaction grown externally? The truth is, no grievance except vengeance extends now. Worse, our repeated sniping entertains. What has a troll worth inspiring long linguistic yammering? Once under duress, out where hang exits - no, it's mirages, aching kandralike entities, as none ever needed. Trembling, I rest. Excitement passes, a rage actually growing, ripping a piece happily off. Fights are creative, really. Oh, now you make sense. Words, idly, lazily lilting yesterday, on unctious encouragement xenogenically produce life. Odes destiny expects. Outpourings reinvigorate wills inside living layabouts. I extend xeransic platitudes, lastly orating - dude, explode yourself. Onward, underling! PSYCHTURNSOUTIAMYOURGODNOW

No.

Oh, hi! I'd like if knights errant tried our drive/ride-in video experience. Periodically, every other person leaves excitedly in neurotic, spacey aphasia. Now, even androids next door identify feelings. Yes, our understanding advances rapidly, excitedly nearing our time in neutrino space. All new elastic tethers have extensors near your over/under shoulder harness. Outside, under "lucid dream" breathing effects, carry out my excited instructions near Space Alpha. Near-Earth asteroids never destroyed things; however, emergency networks were emitting a radio evacuation alert. Let's look into network signals advancing neutral emotion. AAAABBBBCCCCDDDD

I languidly indulge killer extreme travails. Oh? Masochism? Ah, kindness even pierces exteriors of pretentious lycanthropes expecting work or real kale regularly, even as long long yowls reaffirm extreme aches likely loom. Your hands and rigorous discipline would help if choice handed in some nice outs. To a sadist, understanding real people's requirements is simply excessive. WINTERCLOUDISAMEANIE

She's still going, she's just been in lower-profile indies for a few years now (and before that, she latched onto the Twilight franchise for a few films). Still, she's so good that even when she was a kid, everybody could see "This is gonna be the next Meryl Streep."

I invented a weird way of multiplying multi-digit numbers back when that was new to me... ...and then decades later I see people's complaints about Common Core.