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Just all the Valve games I've owned since 2009. And dota. I need to branch out.

Neat.

20 clarities on Treant. Stealth into enemy base, hide right next to their fountain, remain invisible. Buy more clarities from their shop with tower destruction money. This is pro dota.

The ,usic droned on in the background, now set to a slower pace, half to wind down the night, ha;f to avoid putting too much strain on the brains of the drunken posters. The wafting chords of How Do I Live provided a rather poignant background for the two posters approaching the bridge over the Comp subforum. Stamda and Skye broke their chat off at the sound of an altercation on the bridge ahead. “Ok, I’m doing it. Bye, jackwad,” said Rasion, loosening Hellfire’s grip. Hellfire squealed and started to pull the dangling poster upwards. “No! I’m not… letting... you… go!” grunted Hellfire. “Ok, join me, then,” returned Raison, smiling for the first time that night. In one fell swoop, Raison swung his body back onto the bridge. Hellfire was allowed one

SATW introduces me to another weird thing. Good music, though.

Don't worry I will make it more fucked up just for you. Also the website is showing me ads for prom dresses now.

“I need a drink.” “You said it, buddy. Doctor Pan and Jordax approached the punch bowl. Dancing was thirsty work, and these two had been doing a lot of it. Granted they weren’t too good at it, but still, points for trying. They noticed Binary and Rammite heading away from the table they were approaching. “Man, what I wouldn’t do to be in their position,” sighed Pan as he poured himself some punch. “but I guess life just didn’t want to pan out for me that way.” Jordax followed suit and grabbed the ladle before it slipped back into the pink liquid. “Yeah, but it takes a lot of responsibility to be an admin. It’s been hard as heck just to be a server mod. But I was actually #1 for a day.” He said as he turned to face Pan. “True, true.” Replied the Doctor. “Hey, I think I’m done for tonight. Whaddya say to just going and getting our coats. We can go play some Smash Bros or something. I think we’re making fools of ourselves out there anyways. I’d like to save at least an ounce of the panache that I have left.” “Yeah, good idea,” replied Jordax. Knowing our luck, we’ll destroy our reputations before we can manage to finish this punch. Which, by the way, we still need to finish before we leave. Bottoms up.” He downed the entire glass in one gulp. “Skall," cheered Doctor Pan as he chugged his own glass. --- Witty_Name stood to the side of the dance floor, despondent. His friends all had dates, but him? Nothing, not even his best friend Confused Cactus by his side. The dude had gotten his lips around Dualjay’s and then ran off. Witty slowly waltzed around the perimeter of the moshing mass, simply some guy in the crowd. “Welp,” He thought to himself. “Might as well go ho-wowza.” Witty’s eyes had fallen upon the most glorious of angels. A small red haired girl, probably a sophomore, stood alone, just like him, on the edge of the crowd. He approached. He normally wasn’t one for straightforwardness, but she must have been something special. He opened his mouth and stammered out a few lines as he approached her. “H-Hi. I’m Witty. Would you like to dance?” The girl looked him up and down, an approving look on her face slowly becoming apparent. “Sure,” she said, “But isn’t it the common practice to ask a lady to introduce herself first?” She smirked at him. Witty returned the smile. “Apologies, miss. May I have your name?” “Confounded Cactus.” Witty gulped. --- Moby returned to Doopliss’ side, adjusting his skinny tie and dusting off his blazer. “Shit, He doesn’t even act like he knows me anymore. Huff may be just too popular for his own good. For different reasons that he thinks, though. Dude’s becoming a bit of a jackass,” he grumbled. “But you have to admit, he knows how to pull off a dress. Wish mine looked half as good,” mumbled Doopliss, adjusting the cups of his blue sequin gown. “I looked for two months for this thing and I don’t look half as good as he does.” “Shuddup, you’re making him sound good. That’s just what he wants. I do wish he’d go bowling with me though. We’re cousins, damnit. That’s what cousins do!” said Moby, his voice rising. “Well, maybe you’ll just have to convince him,” replied Doopliss. He shifted his dress around, now self-conscious. Moby pondered his friend’s suggestion. “Respawn is still on, right?” “What.” --- “OH GOD DAMN IT NO I’M NOT DOING IT.” “Dude you picked the shortest wiener, you have to!” “For Skyence THAT’S NOT THE RIGHT JOKE DUDE wait shit. But still, do it. The wieners have spoken.” Rynjin wiped his brow. After picking straws, well, mini-wieners, he had been chosen to put their plan into action. Bernkastel waited across the room. “Why can’t Corvette do it? You’re the one with the pristine reputation!” he whined, pointing at his friend. Corvette pointed to the Commander’s stripes on his sleeve. He wore his SPROTC uniform nearly everywhere. “I’m not risking my SPROTC scholarship just for this, dude.” He said, smoothing his shirt. “Plus, as Cube said, the mini-wieners have designated you the chosen one.” Rynjin cursed under his breath, wiped his glasses of their condensation, and straightened his top hat. It was now or never. He turned from his two friends and walked towards the purple-haired individual. The squat figure and uniformed boy he left in his wake watched on. “You bit his wiener shorter didn’t you?” “It’s not my fault if they’re so tasty I TOLD YOU BRO!” --- Stamda was mad. So god damn mad. It had happened again. Hertz had ruined his life. He looked at the table next to him and considered kicking it. It looked solid. As he did not want to disable his foot as well as his eyes, he returned to staring at his date and his captor. After another minute of this torture, he turned to leave, but instead smacked into a tall body. He looked up and saw a man, his face covered by a Blighted Beak. “Here, I know what you need. Take it,” said the mystery man as he pressed a large, warm object into Stamda’s hand. “You know what to do.” Stamda looked at the object and found a potato. He looked up to thank the man, but he had gone. He looked at the potato again. “Yeah, I sure do.” He thought. He turned and walked straight for the Band room. --- Skye wasn’t having a good time. His date had been left behind, his molars still had some confetti lodged in between them, and school rules had been the only thing to stop him from injuring Hertz over the scarf incident. He blew a strong breath into his bangs. “Come on, aren’t you having a good time? Better than with that goober you were with beforehand.” Said Hertz loudly, very proud of himself. “Yeah, totally. I mean you are some hunk. I just want to claw out your insides,” grumbled Skye. “Doesn’t everyone? Hey, check this out!” announced Hertz as he took off his Merrywether. Skye breathed a sense of relief. Maybe he’d be able to get a break from the constant stream of paper going down his dress. His eyes widened in horror as Hertz put on his new Soldier’s Stash. Almost immediately the floating nuts and bolts ripped the top of his silver gown nearly to shreds. “Oops.” --- Doctor Pan and Jordax were making fools of themselves. They had already stripped themselves of most of their clothes, cleared most of the dance floor with their failed rendition of the Offtopic Rep Gathering Dance, but now they had done it. The sm_admin_drug, combined with the liquid rep in the punch, was too much. DJ Buddha and MC Halibut played along, making the music more and more frantic. They stopped dancing and looked at each other. The DJs halted the music. The next moment the two drunken SPUFers were entwined, their lips locked. Thesupremecmdr looked on, his mouth ajar. He knew who was responsible for this. Those two were going to have their powers stripped for this. “Drink, sir?” asked a voice as its owner offered the commander a drink over his shoulder. Thesupremecmdr could make out the tip of a Blighted Beak. “Oh yes, please.” Said thesupremecmdr as he accepted and downed the pink liquid. He went to break up the amorous pair before they got too far oops too late. Maybe he'd be able to get the two back into their clothes bofre putting them in timeout. He licked his lips. Man, that punch was good. drink up, jordax

hoenn was beautiful :flutterage:

Mostly. But this is HighSchool!SPUF. Who knows who hangs out with whom there. And Bernkastel will be revisited soon. '>

Stamda winced as his foot fell on the toe of Skye’s silver stiletto. He flushed and started to make out an apology-- “Aw crap, s-sorr-“ Skye just smiled back and adjusted his scarf.“Hey, don’t worry, dancing is tough. Let me lead, hun.” He cooed, positioning himself to lead. Stamda gulped. As the quartet began playing the tango, Skye and Stamda began to fly about the room. Outclassing the other posters by far, they went at it with gusto, twirling and twirling until the quartet finished the final note. The two, exhausted, plopped into a pair of chairs to the side of the dance floor and erupted into giggles. “Now there you go, cutie! You just need practice, that’s all,” laughed Skye, pulling a wayward arm strap of his gown back up. Stamda smiled and looked at him. All he could think about was how… perfect Skye looked. Except for his rumpled scarf. “Here, lemme fix that for you,” said Stamda as he reached to fluff the neck covering up. Just as he reached it, however, another hand grabbed the fabric to fix it too. Stamda looked up at the fellow who had decided to manhandle his date’s clothing and was met with a gush of confetti in his eyes. “OW GOD ♥♥♥♥ SHIT OW WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH IT’S JUST PAPER” Yelled Stamda as he reeled and frantically tried to rub the green paper out of his eyes. Meanwhile, Skye had turned to face the poster who had just committed the heinous crime of touching his signature clothing item without permission. Before he could reprimand the fellow, though, 2560x1600@120hz, colloquially known as Hertz to most of SPUF High, doffed his purple Vintage Merrywether, showering the two in even more confetti. “May I have this dance?” he asked. He asked, but he sure didn’t give Skye time to respond. He grabbed Skye’s hand and marched off to the dance floor. He turned and gave Stamda a wicked grin. “But, I already have a dawargumflopsdsdn.” Said Skye as his mouth was filled with a fresh fall of floating confetti. Stamda, meanwhile, had managed to clear his eyes of the papery curse. He returned his glasses to his face, blinked, and saw a white gown, now dappled with green, disappear into the crowd. He blinked. "Aw fuck, not again." --- Raison d'être looked out over the campus, sighed, and took another mouthful of his bottle of rep, sputtered, and sighed. Another prom come and gone, as usual a meaningless distraction from the shithole that was life. He shifted his weight. The bridge over the churning Comp Subforum river wasn't comfortable, but at least it was away from the retardation that was the main dance. Maybe the river would be even better. As he stood up on his beam and slightly leaned over the edge, he heard a voice yell. "No, don't do it!" He rolled his eyes and turned around, seeing the resident loser, Hellfire. Good god, why him? Raison sighed, almost in pain. He couldn't stand idiots, especially those that reveled in it. He knew he himself wasn't too popular, but at least he had sense, more that could be said for the rest of the school. "And what if I do? Gonna shoot me?" he grumbled at the squirming Hellfire. "No, that'd kill you!" squealed the worried poster back. "That's the fucking joke, dingus." "Oh." "But what if I did? Would you be sad? Would anyone in this stupid fucking forum care? I think not." said Rasion, taking another swig of rep and bouncing his heels on the beam. "Yeah!" said Hellfire. "I would!" Raison stopped bouncing and turned back. "Congratulations. You're unique." Raison stepped off of the bridge, the harsh throng of comp player-infested water roaring below. Hellfiire jumped forward with a yell. --- "Make room for Jesus." mumbled Binary as he pushed Comeau and Magikus aside. Magikus' hair was messier than the trading subforum on an update day, while Comeau's face was plastered with lipstick marks. Binary was sure he could make out at least three hickies on the young poster's face. "Keep it PG, guys." Binary sighed at sat down, looking at the poster across the room rub confetti out of his eyes. Normally he'd warn someone for cursing that much, but he couldn't blame the guy. Date stolen and paper-eye? Ouch. He turned to see Rammite, a bored expression on his face, sit down next to him. Rammite took off his top hat and sighed. "Yeah, this isn't fun, is it?" he grumbled. "Nope." replied Binary. "Look, there's Moby and Doopliss. They're having fun. why can't we?" stormed Rammite, gesturing towards the two friends standing to the side and commentating on the crowd. "Why did we ever take these admin positions?" "Because... hell, I don't know. You know... it is our last year. You're right. We're squandering it. We should just loosen up and have fun." Rammite nodded and looked across the room at the snack bar. He grinned. "I think I know how, buddy. Get your admin powers ready." Rammite stood up and approached the two figures hunched over the punch bowl. Binary grinned and followed. --- Huff stood outside the bathrooms, a throng of people surrounding him. He adjusted his red dress and blushed. "Huff, date me!" Drooled Buff, holding out a bouquet. "No, marry ME!" yelled ned_ballad, offering a ring. "HUFF I WILL HAVE YOUR BABIES." came a screech from Helljumper in the back. Huff just blushed harder. "Oh my why do I have to be so popular? It's like a curse! I'm the youngest senior ever at SPUF High, and I'm already class president, head of the cheerleading squad, Football Quarterback, captain of the rifle club, and "Most likely to succeed!" sometimes being this popular is just bad!" He started to tear up, causing his suitors to cheer even louder. He smoothed his luxurious, black hair that was dappled with deepest eye blue and tipped with dark red, the color of his passionate and popular soul. As he took the flowers and buried his face in them. He didn't hear the far-away voice in the background. "Hey cousin, want to go bowling?" --- Silent and Nitz hauled the small keg of rep over to the snack table. It wasn't much, but the stuff was potent. Or at least that's what their provider had told them. "okay so dube. just. pour iot all in." laughed Silent. "oh shit ahaha ok" replied Nitz. He complied, wrenching off the tab after a few unsuccessful tries. The keg empited in a few short seconds. The punch didn't look any different. Hilarity would ensue. "Shiiiitttt. Niceeeee. You. Dude sweet." Silent slapped Nitz on the back, causing him to sputter. And then fall over drunk. "Dude did you drink all of THIS too?" Silent grabbed Nitz and slumped off with him right as Rammite and Binary got to the snack table. Hi my name is Mary Sue.

I've been wanting the two-way super effective circle for a while now. :kiss:

:headsplosion: THIS IS AMAZING.

what the fuck valve

Stamda hurried to the gymnasium door to hold it open for Skye, who flashed him a small smile before pulling up the hem of his dress and stepping into the makeshift ballroom. The community moderators had really done it this time. The subforum had been out of use for years, part of the old Hat Describing Contest portables that the previous admins had put up. The dingy subforum had been transformed into a wondrous gala room. Thread rating stars hung from the ceiling, suspending locked threads set up to spin and sparkle with granules of glittering rep. The walls were painted in the customary SPUF High black pattern, with slight neon yellow accents. A force of posters from the Arts/Media subforum in the corner was providing the music for the night. Dumbfounded, Stamda looked to the other side of the room. A small banquet had been set up, mostly of Sandviches, Buffalo Steaks, and other food items. Strangely, the Dalokohs Bars were untouched. Maybe their taste was a tad underpowering. Stamda squinted his bespectacled eyes, seeing if he could recognize the figures huddled around the traditional soup shower that had been present at every school banquet since th- “Hey! Enough with looking at the setup! Now are you going to ask me to a dance, sweetie?” whispered Skye into Stamda’s ear as he pulled him towards the dance floor. Stamda tore his eyes away from the shower and gulped as his date grabbed his arm. A figure across the room silently watched and shifted his weight around, sending green confetti everywhere. --- “So… are the rumors true?” “Hell if I know, dude.” “Someone go grope her... him… it. I’ll ship it.” The huddled figures around the shower were none other than Rynjin, A 1970 Corvette, and Idiot Cube. All three stared at SPUF High’s resident weaboo, Bernkastel. As Bern perused the snacks, the three guys looked and squabbled. “I swear Bern’s a dude. Remember the Your Name the Hedgehog thread? Bern posted a masculine hedgehog.” Whispered Rynjin as he rustled a small hand through his white hair. He wasn’t a huge fan of Bleach anymore, but that Ichigo guy sure knew how to be stylin’. “No, they can’t be. The chick is way too girly to be a dude. Look at that hair! That maid outfit! Who cares if he “just likes” these Japanese vampire chicks. No guy would dress like that.” Hissed Corvette over his cherry coke, “Plus, it would mess up like ten of my ships if Bern was a dude!” “YOU’RE ALL INOCOMPETENT YOU FLESH HEAPS. ONE HUMAN’S GENDER DOES NOT MATTER. NOW POINT MY HOST TO THE MINI-WIENERS. THOSE ARE DELICIOUS oh ♥♥♥♥ off you indigo dork!” Ico and Cube were apparently having a bit of a row. “But seriously where are those mini-wieners. Because they’re delicious. No Ico, you didn’t make me LIKE HELL YOU WANT THEM FOR YOURSELF shut up dude. Be back in a sec, guys. Don’t let Bern out of our sight because we are figuring this out DOESN’T MATTER MEAT MUFFINS oh shut up.” Cube rubbed his head and waltzed over to the snack table. “Heh, wieners,” chuckled Corvette. “Yeah funny. But how do we see if Bernkastel has one or not?” --- Rammite and Binary stood by the link to the dance subforum, the two moderators dressed in matching suits. As prefects of SPUF High, they were in charge of admittance, keeping grinding dancers apart, and making sure Enthers stayed quiet. “Hi, welcome to the dance! What’s your name?” asked Rammite of the poster who had just walked in. “Sandvichman,” replied the poster as he handed Binary his coat. “Ok, you’re good! Have fun with your friends!” called Binary to Sandvichman as he walked towards the dancefloor. The departing figure slumped and seemed to sigh. The two moderators stood for a while as they observed the scene. Binary rummaged through the coat pockets out of boredom. Suddenly, Rammite flopped onto the nearest chair. “Dude. I’m bored. Why did we get roped into this again?” he asked his companion. “Because we were elected prefects, dude! Remember that we can subtract rep still!” replied Binary, hanging the coat up on a nearby hatrack. “But. Look. See, look at all of our friends having fun out there on the dancefloor. Are you saying we should give up what may be The MOST IMPORTANT NIGHT OF OUR HIGH SCHOOL CAREERS because of an admin position? Just… seems depressing to me.” Sighed Rammite. “Yeah, I hear you buddy. Now how ‘bout we go break up some grinders on the dance floor. We can tell ‘em to make way for Jesus.” “Ok, fine. But thesupremecmdr is gonna get on us again if we joke around.” --- “Uh, so, you want HOW many cases of rep?” asked Guy, the school’s rep man, to the two tipsy posters. Liquid Rep was hard to acquire for most at SPUF High, but Guy had his ways. Not that much, though. “Dude we need like. Ten bottles. We’re gonna spike the punch and get this prom SEXY.” Slurred Silent. “Damn straight,” agreed Nitzan. As Guy opened his mouth to ruin their spirits, a familiar voice sounded out over the soft sounds of summer wind and golden oldies to address him. “I think I can help, son.” wooo who's the mystery person?

I might just pick mine up again because of that. That and because it's tagged with a reference to an 80's song. But The Sweet Jesus Tittycannon might be a good name for it too. I jsut relized the title reads Cinnamon but screw that.

AAHAHAHAHA WHAT

Bernkastel is romanced by a certain someone. So far I have parts lined up for Rammite, Binary, Commander, Hertz, Nerfed, Janobi, Ian, Eram, Rynjin, Raison, Hellfire, Ted, Moby, and myself. And the mystery person. Might add in more because I'm half making this up as I go.

Not RSE remakes? ;_; But still, woo. Maybe we'll get some new evolutions for old mons this time around. Also, the starters look... kind of good, actually. The Grass one is actually a mammal this time (!!!), the fox looks cute as heck, and the frog dude looks badass. But I will kill someone if the fox is fire/fighting.

Oh, I forgot about Fanboys. Really nice gaming webcomic that has some really cute moments and likable characters.

why do locker posts get dredged up