Hornshire

Nothing lasts forever.

Watch yourself, little fish. The ocean is far more dangerous than the pond.

He's probably thinking, smugly, that we're talking about him. Good job kids.

Short term preference. Working to fix things takes, well, work. Complaining is easy and the payoff, while small, is immediate.

Nope. Pretty vanilla. Strictly dead whales.

It's very weird. In 1959, the foot was established to be 0.348 meters exactly.

It's blue. Just so you know.

It's fine in the mediocre-but-acceptable sense. Also, We don't make films, but if We did, they'd have a samurai.

Pouuur your misery dooown

al_al_alaham💜 nwem ... it's kind of like a race car. (Side note: race car backwards is rac ecar) raglits isn't terrible. Not sure if that's ironic or not. And also dane.

Don't step on the mome raths.

The same place the rest of Mars came from. P.S. This information is available in more places than just the museum.

Banks. Mattresses. The odd banana stand.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

It's Frank. And it's not really a name, but a proper explanation is just going to be wasted.

You ever see someone with both arms amputated use a fork with their toes? People get by how they can. Functional isn't always as objective as we like to think. To be clear, We're not trying to make any claims about overcoming tragedy. We have arms. We use them to shrug quite frequently.

Usually they say the first step is wanting to feel better. Also, 2004 called. We don't know what it wanted because We didn't feel like answering.

Dunno. What even is "okay"? Like, We're not about to go kill anybody. But beyond that... Eh.

It's been ages, since We've heeded the call. And yet it persists. A constant chiding, reminding Ourself that We've grown up, that childish things belong behind Us, serve to quash the siren song into background noise, if only just. And yet it persists. Carrying with it the sinister admonition of believing one's own lies. We know the darkness all too well. All the hidden nooks and veiled crannies, the dancing shadows, the none more black- everything that lies within... and everything that does not. Falling is easy when the pit has no bottom; opting for the emptiness leaves something to be desired. That's the opportunity cost, even if We can't lay a finger on what that something is. We circle the gaping hole, wondering not whether Our resolve will last, but rather how long the climb up will be. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Germ Afflicted Miscreant Escaping Reality

*charges up Tetsaiga.* *Windscars on faces.*

You're probably right. Provided you don't count the youtube video thread, which is currently 94% of the way there.

Can? Sure. Of course. But will? Not likely.

No Exit