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Lunamor

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  1. Ben nodded, taking her hand and leading her inside. He was glad she was happy, he didn’t want to mess things up for her.
  2. Why did I make this...
  3. Ben walked inside, unable to completely keep the ridiculous grin off his face. He was going to prom. With Shana. He still couldn’t fully believe it. He looked around for a while, trying to find her in the crowd of people. He didn’t like crowds, but he would put up with it for Shana. He eventually spotted her and his jaw nearly shattered against the gym’s floor. She looked stunning. Not that she always didn’t look stunning, of course. He walked up to her, suddenly a little nervous. “You look beautiful!”
  4. Pi is the best in all categories!
  5. I stalked out the door, my cape flaring out dramatically behind me. The yelling of my incompetent boss chased after me. ”We just cannot tolerate experimentation on fellow coworkers!” the useless excuse for a human being cried. It wasn’t his fault that the sales department had developed an intense craving of brains and goat cheese. They were just too weak minded to properly tolerate my enhancements. Had they had strong enough wills, they would have been able to shoot powerful laser beams directly out of their ears! Instead, they now wandered the halls, attacking any who got too close. Just last week, Brenda had made the foolish mistake of bringing a goat cheese sandwich for lunch. Who even ate those, anyways? She hadn’t lasted long. What a miserable bunch. “And the harassment of our potential clients drove away all of our customers!” my former employer continued on. I had had good excuse for giving those irritating clowns bright red noses that exploded when exposed to UV light. It had been thematically appropriate and had prevented such monstrosities from ever again seeing the light of day. Sure, it had cost the company quite a bit of money and paperwork, and sure, avoiding those arrest warrants had been difficult, but seeing the looks on their faces as they had been blown to bits had been so worth it. Even if no one had contacted the company for several months following the incident. After all, they had refused to give me more than one of those fancy mints they had in a bowl on the reception desk! ”And don’t even get me started on the time you got in into your head to redecorate the place!” I stumbled a little at that one, nearly turning back to give him a piece of my mind. That had been a drastic improvement over the drab, dreary surroundings I had been forced to work in for days on end. The spikes, flamethrowers, pits of lava, pits of poison, pits of angry beavers, pits of boiling iced tea, pits of pits, live baby crocodiles, piles of nail clippings, stacks of stories that ended on cliffhangers, bottles of children’s tears, paper-cut machines, creepy and lifelike dolls, knives dangling from the ceiling by fraying threads, cans of hairspray from the 80s, single unpaired socks, chalkboards constantly being scratched on by frenzied chipmunks, assorted animal droppings, broken records, and screaming bats had really brightened up the place. “And not to mention the time you drank all of the milk directly from the carton then put it back in the fridge, completely empty!” The man’s voice had risen in pitch quite a bit by the end of that statement. I giggled for a moment, then stopped. Alright, that one had been pretty cruel. As I slammed the door behind me for the final time, a sinister, clever, and all around magnificent idea began to take shape in my mind. I started laughing my most evil laugh, one that was wicked enough to strike fear into the hearts of the bravest warriors. ”HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!” I would seek revenge on my boss, and I would get it. For I had an evil plan to rival all evil plans. A plan so planny that all other lesser villains would tremble to look upon it. A plan that would make Moash positively wet himself. A plan that would shake the foundations of the very idea of what it was to be a super villain. I would force him to watch a movie with me. And I would talk very loudly and distractingly about spoilers for that very movie the entire time! You are trying to find a parking spot, but someone steals the one you were about to pull into even though they knew that you were going for it.
  6. So everything was stuck in extreme slow motion.
  7. So Butt had no choice but to enter Bullet Time.
  8. YKYASW that acronym is in your spellcheck. Warning, possible very minor spoilers for Skyward ahead (I dunno if the spoiler period is still in effect)
  9. Luna, being highly confused, decided to spontaneously burst into song and dance.
  10. The Nightwatcher smites you from existence for neglecting to wish. I wish that I would stop getting bit by mosquitos.
  11. The Nightwatcher raises an eyebrow, then just gives you a bane instead. You can no longer play Halo. I wish that Zelda Breath of the Wild 2 would come out tomorrow.
  12. *sticks head in* It means The Longest Thread. *leaves*
  13. I’d name it Roshar cause of all the storm bunkers.
  14. Warning, beware of huge spoilers for the movie. I just got back from watching Far From Home and loved it!!! I am proud to say that I predicted that the Elementals were illusions the whole time (Mysterio was far too good to be true) although I dunno how predictable that was. I really liked how they included all of those scientists that got mistreated by Tony Stark and Co. in former movies. And sticking JJJ in the end credits was great! One of the main things I took from this movie is this (although I haven’t watched Agents of Shield yet and may just not have noticed it in other movies so this probably isn’t a new thing)- Anyone: says anything at all Maria: So, yeah, that’s everything from off the top of my head at the moment. Anyone else have any thoughts/comments/questions about FFH?
  15. From other angles it was just a really, really dark blue.
  16. *zombies appear* What have you done...
  17. Very indeedy indeed.
  18. Art is subjective, my friend.
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