TheFrugalWizard

Tag me when it is. I'll play

Frisian growled under his breath. Storming kid. But he saw an opportunity. The kid was clearly running out of patience. If he could draw it out, perhaps they'd mess up. "I don't think so," he said. "You promised to play, so we're going to play. " He walked slowly over to the row of darts and started picking them up, one by one. He pretended to weight them in his hand, testing for aerodynamics. In reality, he was just killing time. He then closley examined all of the darts before calling for the manager. "These darts are a little weighted!" he said to the same man he'd shook the hand of earlier. "They will fly a little to the left." A few groans rose up from the crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Asylum looking frustrated and very distracted. As the flustered manager bustled away to get more darts, Frisian walked over to Asylum. He loomed over them, his face a mere foot away from them. "Listen, you made the same oath I did," he said. "And if you try and break it, I will come for you, and I will bring you in. Understand?"

Idiots blowing stuff up. How many points should that problem I wrote earlier be worth?

It's the worst video ever to dirty the screens of the united states. It sould be illegal, because people are likley to turn violent after seeing that movie for the first time.

9.5 Please calclate the density of a mollecularly compounded substance being accelerated at 995 m/s with 6 newtons of force being applied at a 16 degree angle to the back of the substance. the substance is made of 8 different elements, each found on defferent sections of the periodic table. The substances have a combined molar density of 235.18 g/mol squared, a mass of 334.19 grams (using the theoretical law of mass assumptions and Korbucke's law of applied gas pressures) and a volume of 626 L, converted into centimeters squared. The substance also contains certain ppm, determined by Bolikin's law, of course, according to the exact rock-friction ratios of seven dirt roads and Denimar's main street hypothosis. Also beware of wind speeds going 42 degrees west and 16 degrees north. The wind contains a total of 72 ppm of dirt, gravel, and other such particles moving at speeds proportional to the wind speeds divided by the square root of the polar molarity constant of each of the respective substances. The particles were picked up be the wind at varying respectibilities, averaged at the following numbers: 229.667 mol/K/newton *degrees of applied pressure *volume/molarity, 66,0821.615 g/molarity/polar degrees celcius*applied pressure*avagadro's constant/inverted newtons and 6,129.436 molar super-units*molarity/newton's squared/mass constant of applied angles*newton's sixteenth constant. The substance is in a container weighing 16.21 grams and has an inverted curvature slope of 200.85 degrees of northwesternness, applied to lavoisier's constant of applied gravity. Please use 10^2 * (99/342) *square root(4*3^4)/2*90/square root(26) *universal or earthbound constant of significant figure calculations (or the Gavrilo constant, if you factor in the Yumitis law into your calculations on applied gravity) multiplied by your calculations for the Gemini constant for this equasion significant figures in your final answer. Be sure to use the Barquin equasion, which you should have been able to get by dividing the Maxton law of partial pressures by the GCU prime equasion of volume-temperature variations.

... I don't generally make judgements based on that. Favorite meal?

Granted. Everything you touch has a small chance of turning into green putty. I wish for a large bat.

"Let the crowd choose, eh? I wasn't aware that one person made up the entire crowd." He walked over to the baloon popping game, the Asylum and the crowd in tow. Ten bright blue balloons with red dots to represent eyes were lined up, split into two lanes. There was a railing ten feet away from the balloons for throwing the darts. Each had five darts on the railing. "You first," he motioned to Asylum. "First to miss a balloon loses."

Well technically its fortune. It would make me more likely to hit. read up about it on the forums

Moon chair What color are oranges?

Throw it out WWYDIYF A button that said "press me" in your pocket?

Middle of the night somewhere else in the world win!

I mean, is there a from of translating it? Also that just means instead of "a" put "z" and instead of "b" put "y" and so on.

Feeling rather humiliated by his failure at the ring toss, Frisian tried to be invisible behind Asylum as they made their way over to the next game. As they swung, he could have sworn that he saw some kind of red light glinting off the hammer. Strange... "Fine," he grumbled as they offered him the hammer. He wasn't sure how he'd beat them. He supposed he could just--oh, yes. Oh, yes! He grinned as he stepped up to the machine. Then he lashed the hammer. At first, he lashed it both dirctions. One, two, three, four. The hammer was in danger of breaking from the stress of being pulled two directions at once, but it seemed to be holding together nicley. Five, six... He released both the hammer and the upwards lashings on it. At seven times the speed of gravity, the mallet smashed onto the cushion. The weight not only hit the koloss head, but demolished it. Splinters flew everywhere - and not just from the koloss head. The hammer had been completley destroyed, leaving behind nothing but splinters. The crown went wild. Cheers, yells, and screams burst from the crowd as they practically rioted. Frisian smiled. then he noticed something. Frisian picked up the lead weight and glared at Asylum. He called for the curator of the game, who was indeed shoving his way through the crowd. Frisian had been afraid he'd get yelled at but the man looked delighted. He shook Frisian's hand aggresivley. "Why, I've never seen anything like it!" he commented. "What a display! What a display!" "Do you normally have lead weights in your mallets?" Frisian asked as he showed the man the lead weight. "No, I don't think we do... Wait..." Frisian whirled around to grab Asylum's collar and haul her into the air, to eye level with him. They smiled. Frisian sighed, realizing he couldn't blame them. They hadn't done anything much worse than Frisian had. He set them down. "I win this round. Let's move on to the last game."

No. That's not an actual form of language right? Or is it that inverted letters thing?

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Idiotic

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...that's quite the question. Yes... in a way. A lot of times, in a way. I wouldn't say they're paranormal really, but I could definitley sense something spiritual going on. DM me if you're more interested, I'd prefer not to discuss it publicly. Is there something that you're really passionate about. Like, everytime you're given freedom on a school project you choose this subject. You're always reading up on it and just have an insatiable thirst for it?

Burns away because you could get a really nice job just sitting there and testing people for metals. WYR have no choice of what Knight Radiant order you get or get to choose from two random honorblades? You'd expend more stormlight by using them, remember.

Hello! always nice to have more members in the "forum games and random stuff" cult As you can see, we're practically all shardbuddies. We should probably have some kind of initiation...

With risk of offending some people, Biden. Why do you not like to eat food?

Nice! Are the doors and portal hider flush? Not judging or anything just curious

All kinds. I can do all kinds of simle doors and stuff that Mumbo does in his vidoes (most I've done is a 3x3 or a 4x4 vault if that counts.) I'm learning computational logic, which is turning out to be easier than I expected due to the two years of logic I've taken. I am currently working on a functioning two-digit calculator.

Scar, Mumbo (I'm a big redstoner) and Grian