Recent content by ninja_thae

I would steal his present and run.

A kid at my school did that (minus the Altair costume) and was not only chased down by three overweight cops (who weren't so out of shape that they couldn't climb up on the roof to chase him) but tackled, expelled, and threatened with time in juvenile hall. And even if you did get away with...

Okay, giant rock spiders sounds like some monster from a video game and give my overactive imagination a ton of fun and horrifying images to play with. If I was going to a place where giant rock spiders dwelled, I would be a bit wary as well.

Leave him at home, drug him, get him drunk, or abandon him in the woods. You may try explaining to him that the woods are filled with dirt, and the parts that don't have dirt or sticks in a state of disarray have spiders. Lots of spiders. Hey, does Hawaii have tarantulas? What about...

Damn. He's discovered my one weakness! lol. I steal your gun and shoot you with it until you resemble so much hamburger meat.

He has a sweet hat.

Okay, I get you there. If a class can't memorize and apply a six character formula in a few weeks... Well, I just don't know.

I sneak up behind you and slit your throat. When I can't find your throat on that squishy, pink sphere of a body, I settle for stabbing you until you stop moving.

I'm glad your educational system worked out for you. Your Applied and Academic system sounds a lot like the Regular, College Prep, and Advanced Prep distinctions we gave our classes. Of course, whereas your seems to have enriched your educational experience, the only real effect ours had was to...

Zero Punctuation, hands down.

By here do you mean the United States? I ask because everyone in my school coasted their senior year. Even the AP classes were fluff, and on the whole, I'd say senior year only made me lazier as a student. If given the choice, I'd probably elect to graduate early with the work ethic I had in...

I like the snow animation, and she has a neat hat.

Enslave them in a social hostile takeover, them fake my own death when things start to sour, set up a puppet ruler, and run things from behind the scenes.

Whenever I watch one of my friends at work, completely absorbed in whatever they're drawing or writing at the time, I'm jealous of their inspiration, and that they're caught up in the frenzied feeling of artistic production that so very rarely hits me.

It's a demotivational poster. What's not to love?