Splosion

I feel the need to post in this thread even though I won't be reading any of it for quite awhile (Spoilers everywhere I'm sure) I'm only on act 5 of Homestuck right now but hopefully if I don't sleep for a few weeks I can catch up relatively soon.

THANK YOU RYNJIN! You've saved me from the great white void!

http-~~-//www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6ZPgObGZtk Come share our mental scars.

Eh not really. It auto sorts items from lowest price to highest so those troll posts will never get any attention.

There's a difference between being plain old unfunny and painfully unfunny. I can't stand his videos. It makes me want to burn my computer and bury it in a ditch for sticking that into my eyes.

Wow I'm loving this, just got nearly a dozen strange parts and some paint for next to nothing with a bit of viscious F5ing to find the people selling at ridiculous prices.

Oh wow finally. Are you only able to sell through this site? Or can you do cash trades directly with people?

Ooooh! I saw some clips of this from E3, looks exciting. Are there beta keys available anywhere?

This is why drugs are bad kids.

And if not, why not? It would be nice for us to have a group with a chat room for us all to gather in when the tinfoil hits the fan and something exciting happens.

That's why you disguise it with a clever name like "Totally not the SubSPUF group" or "Steve" or give it a name that will make people want to avoid it like "Tim & Eric awesome show fan club".

That one time I had a really shitty Saint Patrick's Day As you may have gathered from many of my stories already, I had a very rebellious youth. Around the time I was 17 my friend E.Y. and I decided to skip school for St. Patrick's and spend the day drinking at Zakk's house since he'd surely be home after already dropping out of school at this point. I woke up that morning hoping my plans for the day would go off without any problems, dear god was I wrong. The original plan: -Wake up. -Take the bus to school. -Meet up with E.Y. in the parking lot. -Walk to Zakk's house that was only half a mile behind the school. -Party hard. Nothing could go wrong with a plan like this right? No, EVERYTHING WENT WRONG. I woke up as planned but things immediately spiraled out of control. As soon as I opened the front door of my house my cat Lucky bolted outside. We let him outside all the time anyways so I left my bedroom window open for him as I usually did. My bus stop was my driveway so I sat down with the other kids and watched as the bus came over the hill. As it got close to the driveway I saw my cat lucky bolt in front of it just in time to get hit by the damn bus. He survived by some miracle and darted into some bushes on his three remaining good legs and started crying. I rushed over to where he was hiding and desperately tried to find him. The bus driver rolled down his window and started screaming at me to get on the bus. I don't think he realized he just ran over my cat and being dumb and 17 I got on the bus as my fear of having my parents know I missed school was too great (If I made the bus they'd be none the wiser). I spent all day on the brink of tears worrying about Lucky but for some reason tried to stick to my original plan. I met with E.Y. and we began walking to Zakk's house. It was incredibly unpleasant the entire time. It was the coldest day I ever remember in Georgia and we had to go through woods and back roads to avoid being sighted by any police or adults that knew us. Once we finally made it to zakks house about an hour later we knocked on his basement door and he opened up and asked why we were there and not in school. E.Y. replied with "Saint Patrick's day! LETS GET FUCKED UP!" to which Zakk answered "My grandpa just died...". E.Y. was confused as to how this changed anything being the terrible person he was. Zakk told us he was leaving for Alabama in a few hours for the funeral so we couldn't stay. Now there we were out in the cold with nowhere to go. If we went to school we'd get caught, If we went home we'd get caught, if we went into any kind of public place we wuld most likely get caught there too. Pictured: The biggest douche in the world. So E.Y. in his infinite wisdom hatched a new plan, we would wait for Zakk's family to leave and break into his house and continue our plan without him. I had no other choice so I stuck with his idea as it was sadly the best option we had. So we walked aimlessly through Zakk's neighborhood for hours keeping enough distance from his house to keep an eye on it so we would know when they had left. 2 hours later they were still there and we were about to get hypothermia, then we noticed a patrol car enter the neighborhood. As soon as we saw the cop we instinctively ran and hid in the next neighborhood over through a backyard so the squad car couldn't follow. Now we were in a strange neighborhood and still freezing. We found a large tree with low branches that hid us like a tent, we were safe there but needed to get warm. We pulled out our lighters which did very little to help the situation so another brilliant idea popped into E.Y.'s head and he suggested we burn his homework and a few textbooks. SURE! This can only end well. Our fire was very short lived and barely enjoyable as neighbors tend to call the damn fire department when they see flames in a yard. As soon as we heard the sirens we bolted back to Zakk's neighborhood. We both decided truancy was a far better fate than arson and chose the lesser of two evils. Well luckily the cop had long gone (probably investigating our fire) but sadly neither had zakk's family. It had been four hours now and I couldn't feel my hands. We began walking in circles around Zakk's neighborhood again when a car pulled up to us. It was this old clunker, a 70's town car. Driving was a man who must have been 75 at the very least. Along the dashboard were tons of tiny Jesus figurines and crosses and tacky Christian paraphernalia. In the backseat were giant stacks of pamphlets and bibles. Later we would find out this man was known to the neighborhood as "Bird". He stopped right next to us and rolled down his window. I shit you not this was the conversation with him we had word for word. It is burned into the back of my mind. Bird: "Hey there boys watcha doin?" E.Y: "Just waiting on a friend" Bird: "You kids look cold" Me: "We're fine thanks" Bird: "You boys like Jesus?" E.Y: "My family is jewish" Bird: "So was Jesus, look how strong he is" (He points to the abs of his jesus figurine) Bird: "He's just like that superman from ya comics" (he hands us a small stack of pamphlets) Me: "Wat..." Bird: "You know you boys look a bit like Jesus" (Commenting on our long hair) E.Y.: "well we need to get going..." Bird: "You boys want a ride? Ican drive you to the grocery store, they got lights and comics and people will see you there!" Me: "..............no thanks.............." WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN!? We quickly walked away through a back yard where he couldn't follow and burned the pamphlets for a moment of warmth. After we felt it was safe to go back into the street without fear of the Jesus rapist we checked Zakk's house once more. THEY LEFT DEAR GOD THEY LEFT! E.Y. found an open window on the second floor. After falling off the roof once he managed to get inside on his second attempt and unlocked the front door to let me in. The house was no warmer than it was outside and even worse, for once there was not a drop of alchohol in Zakk's house. We grabbed every blanket we could find and tried to get the heat to turn on with no luck. E.Y. had one last brilliant idea for the day, he grabbed some small pillows from the living room couch and stuffed them into the microwave. "I don't think that's going to do what you think it's going to do" I said to which I received E.Y.'s trademark excuse for his stupid ideas "It's probly fine..." whenever that statement is uttered you know that it probably isn't fine and you might possibly die. He turned on the microwave and after about a minute of hearing the low hum of it's motor I heard an "OH SHIT!" followed by a click. I ran into the kitchen to find E.Y. warming his hands on the open door of a flaming microwave. I quickly grabbed some water to put it out and spent the rest of the afternoon sulking on the couch. 3 O'clock finally rolled around and I walked back to school alone to catch the bus back. As soon as I got off the bus I threw my backpack on my driveway and spent hours looking for lucky. I checked every bush near the area where I saw him last with no luck. 10 PM rolled around and I had to get home before I got into any more trouble so I walked back freezing and starving only to find lucky waiting for me on my porch. 2 surgeries, A steel rod, and $5000 later he was back to normal. Since that day I have never let him outside or celebrated a Saint Patrick's day.

I made it about 5 seconds into a video before wanting to tear my eyes out. All it did was make me want to watch something better like this.

Een please ban magickus from subspuf, he was banned on normal spuf.

I think this was what got him banned http://forums.steampowered.com/forums/showpost.php?p=33534526&postcount=10

Why is Magickus banned!? :(

Is it just me or is SPUF even less less intelligent than normal? Could have just been the time away but it seems like everyone's come back with a bit of brain damage.

Is it just me or is every single thread going on right now about to be locked?

Where? Also. >SPUF comes back up. >Post thread I've been waiting days to make. >Only subspuf members show up in thread

All our rep is still there, THE RUSSIANS DIDN'T EAT IT!

OMG TWO NEW POSTS! THE QUOTA BEAST WEAKENS!

We must find the heroes who managed to defeat the quota beast.

Has anyone managed to successfully login yet? I'm starting to question whether or not I actually know my own password.

It's the rep eating russians! They hijacked SPUF and ate all the rep but they're STILL HUNGRY! So they made a fake SPUF to generate more!!!! :tin::tin::tin: