Idiot Cube

That's my arm. You've become infatuated with my hulking biceps. It happens a lot. Needs more fire.

To be fair, I was just looking for an excuse to make a new reaction cube. []

I call this piece "That's Enough Internet For One Day".

I fear no bronies. But that Homestuck fandom... It scares me.

Jegus fuck. Trickster Jane looks downright normal next to...that.

Whoa. Sorry you had to go through all that. That actually sounds like a really good game idea! I think it's great that you were able to make something creative out of that tragic event.

Oh, very well. But I warn you, you are flirting with a very dangerous ship. Also I still wanna make with Confounded.

Corv, NO! Bad ship! Shoosh!

Yoouuuuu're neeeeeext

Oh... Oh my. Stop changing the title of your thread, toots.

That's no way to treat the ladies, bro. You have to bribe them with sugary treats first.

Want a taste of my cookies? And by "my cookies" I mean my

Oh, government. You're so wacky.

It is pretty cool. After so many years of not much happening in space exploration, this is a huge leap forward. Heck, maybe humanity isn't so fucked after all!

I suppose if you were planning on dying a horrible death anyway, you might as well contribute to science in the process.

Please, Hussie. I just want to see my family again. I swear if you let me go, I won't say a word to the police.

God dammit, Rynjin. I need to fall asleep at SOME point tonight. OT: I can't help but wonder who would agree to this. You'd be spending the rest of your life on a barren red rock, eating nothing but space food, with a very small group of companions. And also you'd be on camera until the day you die.

That sounds more like the worst part to me.

As well as a community that's even more noob-intolerant than TF2's.

Did anyone else think Sonic was just...too slow? Like, when he was running through the loop in , it seemed like he should have fallen off at the top.

hussie hussie stahp pls pls no

Wait, where's my wallet? Ico, did you steal it? NO. You know you can always just ask me for money if you need it. Or mind-control me if I say no. I DIDN'T TAKE YOUR PRIMITIVE CURRENCY POUCH, DUDE. Well, it's gone now. Maybe I dropped it somewhere...

Then I guess we're in for a long night of mostly heterosexual men dancing with varying degrees of ironic and unironic erotic-ness. Who wants to eat some small wieners with me?