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fractal: i recognize that he's a compressed ball of angst though
fractal: like a falafel
me: haha
me: falafel = angst?
fractal: sure, they're made from the tears of palestinian children
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no girls allowed on internet
inky: hey, who's up for some FUCK YEAH QUAKE 3
jamiew: oh nice lemme get my ioq3 fired up
fwarg: oh god
fwarg: a blogging AND gaming channel?
fwarg: do none of you ever want to get laid, is that it?
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Hello Internet!
kcalder: You people are kind of all douchebags.
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this one is for Vidar, who asked me to be more specific about the other members of #tumblrs from this post.
clearly, the orange is toxick (if toxick is homeless Vidar assumes the role) the blueberry penguin is inky (or, on occasion, nosmo).
nostrich is the red pepper to the left of toxick (see how it’s ‘nose’ is turned up?), the red pepper I’d say is I’d say the plum (next to the penguin) is cubicle17 - who is slightly innocent and always seems slightly horrified at things we say but he always comes back.
I’d say that the green is dependent on the conversation, an irc-er who looks a little uncomfortable and yet engaged. sometimes Marco, sometimes brilliantology, maybe even me.
finally, the yellow one is nik- who is always present (and watching) but has no mouth.
I look a little uncomfortable yet engaged? :s
This is hilarious though, and, as they say in #tumblrs: gg
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Difficult decisions faced by Paladins
Rixxen: but with paladins it's like: Save the kids trapped in the orphanage, save the mayor of the city, take care of your sister's baby while shes off being kidnapped at the market, and try and not destroy the whole city fighting the evil dragon
Rixxen: at the same time
Donkson: Pft, that's nothing.
Donkson: Imagine if you had to choose between a caravan full of children on the edge of a cliff...
Donkson: And you only had time to save them or drink a chocolate malt.
Donkson: Which will disappear.
Donkson: I don't think anyone would save the children teetering on the edge of a cliff.
Donkson: Like especially if the chocolate malt had whipped cream and sprinkles.
Donkson: I'd probably grab the chocolate malt and then sluggishly jog towards the caravan going "nooooooo" in monotone.
Donkson: Then they'd fall off and I'd keep going "-oooooooooooooooooooooooo-" until I just started sipping from the straw.
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I wish I'd taken screenshots
brilliantology: heh, my sim is a professional blogger
brilliantology: wtf
brilliantology: she just tried to drown herself in the bath!?
akosipat: LOL
nosmo: must write for Gawker