1st Tribulation

You from Scandinavian country right? Is it hot?

I hate when things are repetitive or boring xd

Ehh. Seems like I'm at my limit. Can't get it up for a conversation. See ya and hope you're having fun.

*stares back*

*continue staring*

*fiddles tree in plain view*

Perhaps. Or, ooor, ooooor I'm actually a cake. Which makes your moral slander meaningless, as cakes have no soul. You on the other hand... Do you have what it takes to eat a sentient cake? Unlike my lesser kin I can scream. Really, really loud. Ha!

*stabs cake* i guess I have moral to not eat sentient cake but I think i could stab it

this is... so meta

Did you just imply that my idea of a "jolly good singsonging music track" lacks the vast amounts of ascended enlightenment inherent in a "jolly good singsoning music track"?

O.o

AYy didn't expect you still here neutrality

Sometimes I come here to check up on alerts.

Hmmm that's great *^*

Japan....

It's fan art of the Mythos. If I remember right. But definitely not Japan. There's not enough suspiciously phallic appendages for that.

ew

And a merry 2018.

Right back atcha.

And a merry Christmas to you too. May you become a hamster in truth.

:D

Which is a basket with barely enough resources for a single chicken. The winner must them choose between starving with the rest or kicking out it's bretheren and hope they manage to survive. It is a sad life for chicken, as they are faced with moral dilemas on a daily basis.

You're welcome, btw.

He's my male half. And that's why I'm special. I have a male and a female half

I thank thee you rotten chicken murderer.

*bait the duck*

Duck?

Wait. Is that a roasted duck? Who would be so cruel as to torment me so!?

The bear shakes and shivers in eldritch patterns. The barrel sprouts wings, three pairs of jagged spider legs and a blue hat. The bear is retracted into itself as the barrel no longer has a need for bait. The barrel flies through the sunset and shredds apart an unfortunate canvas in the process. The screams accompanied the barrel as it emerges on the other side. The barrel is horrified by it's find.

There is not a single "The" here. How will it feed it's hat without them? Already it could feel a smoldering rage of a pissed off hat.

Duck

*-* duck horse

Duck on horse

Smh.

On an unrelated note, a group of menacing seals in leather jackets are craddling their clubs and staring in your direction.

You are rushed by a pink blob with a maw that streches into time itself. How fast do you die?

Time would be hard to estimate without a reference. If the observer looks, then time would be short for the object being consumed, but the object being consumed would see time stretch to almost infinitely long. I guess the speed would of death would be at minimum .1 seconds.

I knew we couldn't trust him. We need to gather the evidence and sue him. He can't compete with our stealthy subterfuge anyway.

*takes bait*

@1st Tribulation Nothing.

Justabot. Ok. Bye.

@1st Tribulation Bye.

Quack!

It is a duck.