Brovengers, brossemble!

[Lectori Salutem]

This is the tale of the Daystar, chronicled for generations to come


Like an online vigilante, he roamed the boards
Derailing threads, unchallenged by the mods
This enraged other users and that was whereupon
They formed an alliance to challenge the Clarion

To Daystar Clarion did the Brovengers swear their oath
While the Injustice League were filled by him with loathe
Now two leagues stood face to face, their weapons unsheathed
Many users would banned, many flamethreads deleted

Harsh times were ahead, but nothing could be undone
The pieces were set, the Game of Pwns had begun


I'll be away for a short time, anyone feels like chronicling these grand events?

 

[Carbonyl]

This is the tale of the Daystar, chronicled for generations to come


Like an online vigilante, he roamed the boards
Derailing threads, unchallenged by the mods
This enraged other users and that was whereupon
They formed an alliance to challenge the Clarion

To Daystar Clarion did the Brovengers swear their oath
While the Injustice League were filled by him with loathe
Now two leagues stood face to face, their weapons unsheathed
Many users would banned, many flamethreads deleted

Harsh times were ahead, but nothing could be undone
The pieces were set, the Game of Pwns had begun


I'll be away for a short time, anyone feels like chronicling these grand events?

I feel like this is far more reminiscent of Robin Hood than Game of Thrones.
And I am definitely merry enough to be a Merry Bro-lady of Sherwood Forest.

Someone needs to get a lute. POWER BALLAD ON THE LUTE.
WOOOOWHOOO!

 

[Project_Xii]

Hmm. I'll be on the side that's the least likely to whine and cry havoc at every article Escapist puts up that's obviously designed to insight outrage, no matter how small or inconsequential the information may be. At worst, I'll settle for the side that's the least self entitled and pretenious.

But this is the Escapist we're talking about here. So I doubt I'll be joining any team.... I'll just wait till it's over and pick through your carcasses for all the sweet loot.

 

[Daystar Clarion]

I've read through all 7 pages and I still have no idea whats going on. Its like I've stumbled into a section for Ice users.

Care to enlighten me anyone?

It seems someone has declared war on Daystar Clarion and his cult following.
So, for fun, he is readying his mindless masses, rallying them around himself in an attempt to survive.
And the enemy of his cult, the Injustice League, is using this thread to recruit/convert members.
Like me.
You should join the Injustice League as well.
You are a Britannian, after all.

I have no idea what the fuck is going on. All I know is that I'm gonna join the other side. Your fame has gotten to your fucking head Daystar and now you think you can derail threads because "I'm popular lol".

Just pisses me off, knowing that you can break the rules if you're popular.

On the shores of insanity we will face you, our dastardly foes! A battle for the ages!

I do not battle for Daystar, lovely gentleman though he be. I fight for whimsy! I fight for rambling answers to mundane and uninspired questions that relate in only the most tangental and absurd manner. I fight for the ridiculous responses on otherwise unremarkable and banal threads that will suddenly stir the imagination and ignite a sweeping rainbow flame of surrealistic wonder shared between people completely disconnected from each other. Colliding in the umbrella-deserts of a boring and shallow thread, they discover a gem of random, simple, outrageous nonsense. Volleying this delightful parcel of glee back and forth from post to post, swerving from the tracks onto untrodden ground, they create a fundamental connection with their formless companions in the triumph of simple silly joys.
It is an adventure in pleasantness and safe insanity.
We can connect in the untarnished and unconditional enjoyment of our strange words, and escape the concrete.

I fight, for fun.
I wield the training montage and my mind is a crazy quilt.
You cannot win.

You have an admirable flair with the english language.

I salute thee!

 

[Lectori Salutem]

I feel like this is far more reminiscent of Robin Hood than Game of Thrones.
And I am definitely merry enough to be a Merry Bro-lady of Sherwood Forest.

Someone needs to get a lute. POWER BALLAD ON THE LUTE.
WOOOOWHOOO!

You are right.
I've always wanted to roam the forums like an awesome e-bard.

 

[sky14kemea]

How does one become a Brovenger? xD I'm guessing this is something to do with the Avengers?

So you guys are having a Marvel vs DC battle?

...Please film it o_o

 

[Carbonyl]

I've read through all 7 pages and I still have no idea whats going on. Its like I've stumbled into a section for Ice users.

Care to enlighten me anyone?

It seems someone has declared war on Daystar Clarion and his cult following.
So, for fun, he is readying his mindless masses, rallying them around himself in an attempt to survive.
And the enemy of his cult, the Injustice League, is using this thread to recruit/convert members.
Like me.
You should join the Injustice League as well.
You are a Britannian, after all.

I have no idea what the fuck is going on. All I know is that I'm gonna join the other side. Your fame has gotten to your fucking head Daystar and now you think you can derail threads because "I'm popular lol".

Just pisses me off, knowing that you can break the rules if you're popular.

On the shores of insanity we will face you, our dastardly foes! A battle for the ages!

I do not battle for Daystar, lovely gentleman though he be. I fight for whimsy! I fight for rambling answers to mundane and uninspired questions that relate in only the most tangental and absurd manner. I fight for the ridiculous responses on otherwise unremarkable and banal threads that will suddenly stir the imagination and ignite a sweeping rainbow flame of surrealistic wonder shared between people completely disconnected from each other. Colliding in the umbrella-deserts of a boring and shallow thread, they discover a gem of random, simple, outrageous nonsense. Volleying this delightful parcel of glee back and forth from post to post, swerving from the tracks onto untrodden ground, they create a fundamental connection with their formless companions in the triumph of simple silly joys.
It is an adventure in pleasantness and safe insanity.
We can connect in the untarnished and unconditional enjoyment of our strange words, and escape the concrete.

I fight, for fun.
I wield the training montage and my mind is a crazy quilt.
You cannot win.

You have an admirable flair with the english language.

I salute thee!

When I go two days without any sleep, I get much better with words.
Well until the point at which I start speaking in nothing but cryptic metaphors and synesthetic descriptions. At that point I'm about as understandable as the Oracle at Delphi.

 

[Daystar Clarion]

I've read through all 7 pages and I still have no idea whats going on. Its like I've stumbled into a section for Ice users.

Care to enlighten me anyone?

It seems someone has declared war on Daystar Clarion and his cult following.
So, for fun, he is readying his mindless masses, rallying them around himself in an attempt to survive.
And the enemy of his cult, the Injustice League, is using this thread to recruit/convert members.
Like me.
You should join the Injustice League as well.
You are a Britannian, after all.

I have no idea what the fuck is going on. All I know is that I'm gonna join the other side. Your fame has gotten to your fucking head Daystar and now you think you can derail threads because "I'm popular lol".

Just pisses me off, knowing that you can break the rules if you're popular.

On the shores of insanity we will face you, our dastardly foes! A battle for the ages!

I do not battle for Daystar, lovely gentleman though he be. I fight for whimsy! I fight for rambling answers to mundane and uninspired questions that relate in only the most tangental and absurd manner. I fight for the ridiculous responses on otherwise unremarkable and banal threads that will suddenly stir the imagination and ignite a sweeping rainbow flame of surrealistic wonder shared between people completely disconnected from each other. Colliding in the umbrella-deserts of a boring and shallow thread, they discover a gem of random, simple, outrageous nonsense. Volleying this delightful parcel of glee back and forth from post to post, swerving from the tracks onto untrodden ground, they create a fundamental connection with their formless companions in the triumph of simple silly joys.
It is an adventure in pleasantness and safe insanity.
We can connect in the untarnished and unconditional enjoyment of our strange words, and escape the concrete.

I fight, for fun.
I wield the training montage and my mind is a crazy quilt.
You cannot win.

You have an admirable flair with the english language.

I salute thee!

When I go two days without any sleep, I get much better with words.
Well until the point at which I start speaking in nothing but cryptic metaphors and synesthetic descriptions. At that point I'm about as understandable as the Oracle at Delphi.

How much do I have pay you to never sleep again?

 

[Carbonyl]

I feel like this is far more reminiscent of Robin Hood than Game of Thrones.
And I am definitely merry enough to be a Merry Bro-lady of Sherwood Forest.

Someone needs to get a lute. POWER BALLAD ON THE LUTE.
WOOOOWHOOO!

You are right.
I've always wanted to roam the forums like an awesome e-bard.

You can be Alan-a-Dale!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan-a-Dale

He was Robin Hood's bard.

 

[Sean Hollyman]

The platypus is me.

 

[Carbonyl]

I've read through all 7 pages and I still have no idea whats going on. Its like I've stumbled into a section for Ice users.

Care to enlighten me anyone?

It seems someone has declared war on Daystar Clarion and his cult following.
So, for fun, he is readying his mindless masses, rallying them around himself in an attempt to survive.
And the enemy of his cult, the Injustice League, is using this thread to recruit/convert members.
Like me.
You should join the Injustice League as well.
You are a Britannian, after all.

I have no idea what the fuck is going on. All I know is that I'm gonna join the other side. Your fame has gotten to your fucking head Daystar and now you think you can derail threads because "I'm popular lol".

Just pisses me off, knowing that you can break the rules if you're popular.

On the shores of insanity we will face you, our dastardly foes! A battle for the ages!

I do not battle for Daystar, lovely gentleman though he be. I fight for whimsy! I fight for rambling answers to mundane and uninspired questions that relate in only the most tangental and absurd manner. I fight for the ridiculous responses on otherwise unremarkable and banal threads that will suddenly stir the imagination and ignite a sweeping rainbow flame of surrealistic wonder shared between people completely disconnected from each other. Colliding in the umbrella-deserts of a boring and shallow thread, they discover a gem of random, simple, outrageous nonsense. Volleying this delightful parcel of glee back and forth from post to post, swerving from the tracks onto untrodden ground, they create a fundamental connection with their formless companions in the triumph of simple silly joys.
It is an adventure in pleasantness and safe insanity.
We can connect in the untarnished and unconditional enjoyment of our strange words, and escape the concrete.

I fight, for fun.
I wield the training montage and my mind is a crazy quilt.
You cannot win.

You have an admirable flair with the english language.

I salute thee!

When I go two days without any sleep, I get much better with words.
Well until the point at which I start speaking in nothing but cryptic metaphors and synesthetic descriptions. At that point I'm about as understandable as the Oracle at Delphi.

How much do I have pay you to never sleep again?

You don't have to pay me anything, I'm already paying my college enough for the privilege of staying up for four days straight to work on lab reports and term papers. On the fifth day I saw a fish swim out of the physics professor's face during lecture, and then I rested. .... After I went to Advanced Organic Synth and ran an NMR.
I'm just hardcore like that.
My lab partner told me I wouldn't stop talking about how he didn't have to worry because there weren't any jellyfish.
I don't remember whether I was talking about his jellyfish or mine, but there were zero lab accidents that day so either way I was right!

..... I think I'm beginning to reach that point.

.
Well Shit.

 

[Daystar Clarion]

I've read through all 7 pages and I still have no idea whats going on. Its like I've stumbled into a section for Ice users.

Care to enlighten me anyone?

It seems someone has declared war on Daystar Clarion and his cult following.
So, for fun, he is readying his mindless masses, rallying them around himself in an attempt to survive.
And the enemy of his cult, the Injustice League, is using this thread to recruit/convert members.
Like me.
You should join the Injustice League as well.
You are a Britannian, after all.

I have no idea what the fuck is going on. All I know is that I'm gonna join the other side. Your fame has gotten to your fucking head Daystar and now you think you can derail threads because "I'm popular lol".

Just pisses me off, knowing that you can break the rules if you're popular.

On the shores of insanity we will face you, our dastardly foes! A battle for the ages!

I do not battle for Daystar, lovely gentleman though he be. I fight for whimsy! I fight for rambling answers to mundane and uninspired questions that relate in only the most tangental and absurd manner. I fight for the ridiculous responses on otherwise unremarkable and banal threads that will suddenly stir the imagination and ignite a sweeping rainbow flame of surrealistic wonder shared between people completely disconnected from each other. Colliding in the umbrella-deserts of a boring and shallow thread, they discover a gem of random, simple, outrageous nonsense. Volleying this delightful parcel of glee back and forth from post to post, swerving from the tracks onto untrodden ground, they create a fundamental connection with their formless companions in the triumph of simple silly joys.
It is an adventure in pleasantness and safe insanity.
We can connect in the untarnished and unconditional enjoyment of our strange words, and escape the concrete.

I fight, for fun.
I wield the training montage and my mind is a crazy quilt.
You cannot win.

You have an admirable flair with the english language.

I salute thee!

When I go two days without any sleep, I get much better with words.
Well until the point at which I start speaking in nothing but cryptic metaphors and synesthetic descriptions. At that point I'm about as understandable as the Oracle at Delphi.

How much do I have pay you to never sleep again?

You don't have to pay me anything, I'm already paying my college enough for the privilege of staying up for four days straight to work on lab reports and term papers. On the fifth day I saw a fish swim out of the physics professor's face during lecture, and then I rested. .... After I went to Advanced Organic Synth and ran an NMR.
I'm just hardcore like that.
My lab partner told me I wouldn't stop talking about how he didn't have to worry because there weren't any jellyfish.
I don't remember whether I was talking about his jellyfish or mine, but there were zero lab accidents that day so either way I was right!

..... I think I'm beginning to reach that point.

.
Well Shit.

You should probably get some rest then

Don't worry, we can hold the fort till you get back.

 

[The Diabolical Biz]

The last thing we recovered from the ruins of the Off-Topic section was a tattered forum post, battered and ripped beyond recognition. Using state-of-the-art technology we managed to piece together the message, and we can say that it is one of the most important, even exciting finds we have yet made on site.

And lo! a challenger to Daystar's supremacy over the Off-Topic Forum did appear, and his name was PsychicTaco115.

He saw the tragic trajectory that Daystar's fall would take, brought low by the malice of that which has afflicted too many good forum users in their time - capricious whimsy. What was inimitable charm had turned sour, and in a desperate gambit Daystar attempted to seize power; he banded with his kindred spirit, Hazy992, and attempted a coup!

His downfall could only be ensured by the power of the one weapon destined to bring about his downfall - the fabled 'Banhammer,' an artifact so overwhelming that it cannot be wielded by a mere mortal forum user, nay, not even hallowed 'PubClub' members can withstand its baleful presence. Only those Titans who watched over the realm of Escapia could bear the dreadful might, the awful responsibility that such a weapon entailed - the Mods.

Psychic appealed to these figures of justice, but alas! Daystar's influence was strong, and already seeds of doubt, even fear had been planted into the mind of one of these great Titans - TimeLord. Only Greyfox105 saw through TimeLord's treachery, but by then it was too late. The battle lines had been drawn, the forces arrayed in all their terrible splendour. The neutrals fled from the scene of what would be the last great battle of our time, the lurkers gathered like crows, ready to feast once the slaughter had finished.

There will be blood ere the sun sets, and the fate of the Off-Topic section will be decided.

Spoiler

We are one step closer to learning of the cataclysmic event that rendered this once lush and vibrant forum a dry, cursed husk, one step closer to learning the identity of the thousands of corpses buried beneath the surface, one step closer to discovering the, discovering what it was that broke the world.

We will return to the Off-Topic Forum, better equipped, with radiation suits and provisions for a lengthy stay.

We must find the truth.

We must.

 

[Carbonyl]

I've read through all 7 pages and I still have no idea whats going on. Its like I've stumbled into a section for Ice users.

Care to enlighten me anyone?

It seems someone has declared war on Daystar Clarion and his cult following.
So, for fun, he is readying his mindless masses, rallying them around himself in an attempt to survive.
And the enemy of his cult, the Injustice League, is using this thread to recruit/convert members.
Like me.
You should join the Injustice League as well.
You are a Britannian, after all.

I have no idea what the fuck is going on. All I know is that I'm gonna join the other side. Your fame has gotten to your fucking head Daystar and now you think you can derail threads because "I'm popular lol".

Just pisses me off, knowing that you can break the rules if you're popular.

On the shores of insanity we will face you, our dastardly foes! A battle for the ages!

I do not battle for Daystar, lovely gentleman though he be. I fight for whimsy! I fight for rambling answers to mundane and uninspired questions that relate in only the most tangental and absurd manner. I fight for the ridiculous responses on otherwise unremarkable and banal threads that will suddenly stir the imagination and ignite a sweeping rainbow flame of surrealistic wonder shared between people completely disconnected from each other. Colliding in the umbrella-deserts of a boring and shallow thread, they discover a gem of random, simple, outrageous nonsense. Volleying this delightful parcel of glee back and forth from post to post, swerving from the tracks onto untrodden ground, they create a fundamental connection with their formless companions in the triumph of simple silly joys.
It is an adventure in pleasantness and safe insanity.
We can connect in the untarnished and unconditional enjoyment of our strange words, and escape the concrete.

I fight, for fun.
I wield the training montage and my mind is a crazy quilt.
You cannot win.

You have an admirable flair with the english language.

I salute thee!

When I go two days without any sleep, I get much better with words.
Well until the point at which I start speaking in nothing but cryptic metaphors and synesthetic descriptions. At that point I'm about as understandable as the Oracle at Delphi.

How much do I have pay you to never sleep again?

You don't have to pay me anything, I'm already paying my college enough for the privilege of staying up for four days straight to work on lab reports and term papers. On the fifth day I saw a fish swim out of the physics professor's face during lecture, and then I rested. .... After I went to Advanced Organic Synth and ran an NMR.
I'm just hardcore like that.
My lab partner told me I wouldn't stop talking about how he didn't have to worry because there weren't any jellyfish.
I don't remember whether I was talking about his jellyfish or mine, but there were zero lab accidents that day so either way I was right!

..... I think I'm beginning to reach that point.

.
Well Shit.

You should probably get some rest then

Don't worry, we can hold the fort till you get back.

Problematically, I still have about 7 pages more of my thesis that needs to be done by... oh 6 hours ago now. I have to keep chugging away. This being the shining beacon of insanity that is dragging me from the depths of despair, I think I shall remain.
Alas
Alack
Woe is me.
*dramatic swoon*

Do brovengers swoon? Or do they just pass out from the sheer force of their own awesomeness?

 

[Daystar Clarion]

I've read through all 7 pages and I still have no idea whats going on. Its like I've stumbled into a section for Ice users.

Care to enlighten me anyone?

It seems someone has declared war on Daystar Clarion and his cult following.
So, for fun, he is readying his mindless masses, rallying them around himself in an attempt to survive.
And the enemy of his cult, the Injustice League, is using this thread to recruit/convert members.
Like me.
You should join the Injustice League as well.
You are a Britannian, after all.

I have no idea what the fuck is going on. All I know is that I'm gonna join the other side. Your fame has gotten to your fucking head Daystar and now you think you can derail threads because "I'm popular lol".

Just pisses me off, knowing that you can break the rules if you're popular.

On the shores of insanity we will face you, our dastardly foes! A battle for the ages!

I do not battle for Daystar, lovely gentleman though he be. I fight for whimsy! I fight for rambling answers to mundane and uninspired questions that relate in only the most tangental and absurd manner. I fight for the ridiculous responses on otherwise unremarkable and banal threads that will suddenly stir the imagination and ignite a sweeping rainbow flame of surrealistic wonder shared between people completely disconnected from each other. Colliding in the umbrella-deserts of a boring and shallow thread, they discover a gem of random, simple, outrageous nonsense. Volleying this delightful parcel of glee back and forth from post to post, swerving from the tracks onto untrodden ground, they create a fundamental connection with their formless companions in the triumph of simple silly joys.
It is an adventure in pleasantness and safe insanity.
We can connect in the untarnished and unconditional enjoyment of our strange words, and escape the concrete.

I fight, for fun.
I wield the training montage and my mind is a crazy quilt.
You cannot win.

You have an admirable flair with the english language.

I salute thee!

When I go two days without any sleep, I get much better with words.
Well until the point at which I start speaking in nothing but cryptic metaphors and synesthetic descriptions. At that point I'm about as understandable as the Oracle at Delphi.

How much do I have pay you to never sleep again?

You don't have to pay me anything, I'm already paying my college enough for the privilege of staying up for four days straight to work on lab reports and term papers. On the fifth day I saw a fish swim out of the physics professor's face during lecture, and then I rested. .... After I went to Advanced Organic Synth and ran an NMR.
I'm just hardcore like that.
My lab partner told me I wouldn't stop talking about how he didn't have to worry because there weren't any jellyfish.
I don't remember whether I was talking about his jellyfish or mine, but there were zero lab accidents that day so either way I was right!

..... I think I'm beginning to reach that point.

.
Well Shit.

You should probably get some rest then

Don't worry, we can hold the fort till you get back.

Problematically, I still have about 7 pages more of my thesis that needs to be done by... oh 6 hours ago now. I have to keep chugging away. This being the shining beacon of insanity that is dragging me from the depths of despair, I think I shall remain.
Alas
Alack
Woe is me.
*dramatic swoon*

Do brovengers swoon? Or do they just pass out from the sheer force of their own awesomeness?

The latter.

Most definitely the latter.

I do not envy the proof reader of your work

 

[Hawk of Battle]

Foolish mortals. You fight for pointless ideals amongst yourselves, creating chaos and mindless, mis-directed destruction all around you, never knowing your true place and purpose in the universe. You live your lives in a haze, trapped into repeating your many mistakes, never elevating yourselves above your base instincts. You are mewling infants. Insects to be crushed beneath the heel of your betters, who look down upon your existence with disgust.

But no longer! Brovengers, Injustice League, it matters not what you label yourselves, all will be swept aside and annihilated in the coming storm. The more you fight now the weaker you shall all be and the easier the inevitable conquest. The extermination shall be swift and merciless. The earth will be purified in fire and the cancer known as mankind shall be destroyed.

So continue with your petty wars. Fight each other unto death, I encourage it, for nothing can stop the onslaught to come. This war is just the first stage of your inevitable downfall.

Everything is going according to plan...

 

[Carbonyl]

I've read through all 7 pages and I still have no idea whats going on. Its like I've stumbled into a section for Ice users.

Care to enlighten me anyone?

It seems someone has declared war on Daystar Clarion and his cult following.
So, for fun, he is readying his mindless masses, rallying them around himself in an attempt to survive.
And the enemy of his cult, the Injustice League, is using this thread to recruit/convert members.
Like me.
You should join the Injustice League as well.
You are a Britannian, after all.

I have no idea what the fuck is going on. All I know is that I'm gonna join the other side. Your fame has gotten to your fucking head Daystar and now you think you can derail threads because "I'm popular lol".

Just pisses me off, knowing that you can break the rules if you're popular.

On the shores of insanity we will face you, our dastardly foes! A battle for the ages!

I do not battle for Daystar, lovely gentleman though he be. I fight for whimsy! I fight for rambling answers to mundane and uninspired questions that relate in only the most tangental and absurd manner. I fight for the ridiculous responses on otherwise unremarkable and banal threads that will suddenly stir the imagination and ignite a sweeping rainbow flame of surrealistic wonder shared between people completely disconnected from each other. Colliding in the umbrella-deserts of a boring and shallow thread, they discover a gem of random, simple, outrageous nonsense. Volleying this delightful parcel of glee back and forth from post to post, swerving from the tracks onto untrodden ground, they create a fundamental connection with their formless companions in the triumph of simple silly joys.
It is an adventure in pleasantness and safe insanity.
We can connect in the untarnished and unconditional enjoyment of our strange words, and escape the concrete.

I fight, for fun.
I wield the training montage and my mind is a crazy quilt.
You cannot win.

You have an admirable flair with the english language.

I salute thee!

When I go two days without any sleep, I get much better with words.
Well until the point at which I start speaking in nothing but cryptic metaphors and synesthetic descriptions. At that point I'm about as understandable as the Oracle at Delphi.

How much do I have pay you to never sleep again?

You don't have to pay me anything, I'm already paying my college enough for the privilege of staying up for four days straight to work on lab reports and term papers. On the fifth day I saw a fish swim out of the physics professor's face during lecture, and then I rested. .... After I went to Advanced Organic Synth and ran an NMR.
I'm just hardcore like that.
My lab partner told me I wouldn't stop talking about how he didn't have to worry because there weren't any jellyfish.
I don't remember whether I was talking about his jellyfish or mine, but there were zero lab accidents that day so either way I was right!

..... I think I'm beginning to reach that point.

.
Well Shit.

You should probably get some rest then

Don't worry, we can hold the fort till you get back.

Problematically, I still have about 7 pages more of my thesis that needs to be done by... oh 6 hours ago now. I have to keep chugging away. This being the shining beacon of insanity that is dragging me from the depths of despair, I think I shall remain.
Alas
Alack
Woe is me.
*dramatic swoon*

Do brovengers swoon? Or do they just pass out from the sheer force of their own awesomeness?

The latter.

Most definitely the latter.

I do not envy the proof reader of your work

Oi! Look at all of the high-quality spelling, punctuation, and sentence structure that I have employed consistently through the past hour!
Two days is child's play. Seriously, it is. My body is so used to consistent sleep deprivation that I now go straight into REM as an automatic self-preservation response. But from what I hear from alums, grad school is WAY less intense than Reed is. So just one more semester and I get to sleep more than three nights a week.

As Courage Wolf says:
I don't stop when I'm tired
I stop when it's done.

 

[lordlillen]

You have the Sunbros at your side.

 

[The Funslinger]

I will bring the booze

You are a saint amongst Bros, bro.

To be fair, I think we all need to bring booze. According to Article 90 of the Bro-code, a bro shows up at another bro's party with at least one more unit of alcohol than he plans to drink.

In any case, I'll cancel all my appointments and alert the General of the South Korean militia I need my death ray back.

 

[JoJo]

Hello, my name is Sergeant Bubbles, I am definitely here to support the Brovengers and am in no way affiliated with the Injustice League. Keep talking about your secret plans, don't mind me...

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