

Post-HalloweenTeiro's room didn't look much different from day to day; the posters remained on the walls and the machines he owned remained only so long as he didn't return them or sell them. Following the Halloween festivities, it didn't look any fonder for the holiday than before it a bowl half-filled with candy on his kitchen counter notwithstanding. The assorted candy selection within it suggested he bought three bags of anything labeled 'chocolate bar' and wound up with mostly bars considered chocolate and miscellaneous ingredients. It was the morning after Halloween, the candy sitting on the counter and a boPost-Halloween


News Team ScriptsWater cooler talk isn't exactly what it used to be at least not around this place. What place am I talking about? Why, the only news channel in fictional America where a robot, a penguin and a water cooler share an equal chance of snaring the head anchor. So far all three failed, if mostly due to a lack of trying. Either case, any place that even allows these denizens to walk amongst the corporate zombies must be devilishly hilarious. Of course, should they actually meet beside the aforementioned water cooler, you can bet your belt buckle something unusual will nay, must be said. WithouNews Team Scripts


Halloween in YoveriaHalloween is a sacred tradition in particular places, if you don't mind "sacred" meaning "an excuse to party and serve amounts of sugar elsewhere discouraged." The sights and sounds of such a festival vary on the scare-o-meter and weird-shit-o-meter depending on where you go, but generally people encourage a little scaremongery during it. Some people get a little too deeply mired in the act, a condition occasionally eliciting far more concern than anything they construct. Yoveria enjoyed holidays as much as the next reality. The clock tower became a popular focal point for all manners of strange faux-supernHalloween in Yoveria


Post-NoodleThe sounds of a mucus-accented sneeze punched the air molecules around it. The following inhalation with accompanying touch of sludge noises only punctuated the fact that someone, somewhere, had a nose with a passing similarity to a sewage line. The sound of the television gave the situation some brief solace. The news channel anchor chatted to her co-anchor about the positively bright weather coming upPost-Noodle
Estim didnt enjoy feeling sick any more than Teiro enjoyed hearing her suffer. She sat on his couch, with a plaid blanket wrapped around her body as snuggly as possible as another sneeze
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I OPEN FOR REQUEST VISIT THIS JOURNAL [link]
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"Yeah, the contract really screwed me good. Gums, he's stuck on the Death Slide!" - Roger (the alien) as Tearjerker
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"When a man is tired of Ankh-Morpork, he is tired of ankle-deep slurry." - Terry Pratchett, Mort
Thank you for the devwatch and all favs!
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My fav traditional art
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"Yeah, the contract really screwed me good. Gums, he's stuck on the Death Slide!" - Roger (the alien) as Tearjerker
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"When a man is tired of Ankh-Morpork, he is tired of ankle-deep slurry." - Terry Pratchett, Mort
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Co-Founder of The Runescape Fanclub
Father of Dexisms
Cursed as an Eccentric
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"Yeah, the contract really screwed me good. Gums, he's stuck on the Death Slide!" - Roger (the alien) as Tearjerker
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"When a man is tired of Ankh-Morpork, he is tired of ankle-deep slurry." - Terry Pratchett, Mort
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"...it ain't about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done!"
-Rocky Balboa
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My hero is a schizophrenic super-sleuth who kills gangsters as a hobby. He rubs elbows with crimefighting Mimes and killer Nuns. His greatest foe is a voodoo pimp.
Face it, you're going to read my comic. [link]
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It's just a rip on the space-time continuum! What can happen?
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