U+216A (Roman Numeral Eleven) - The Unicode Character Reference
Ⅺ Unicode Roman Numeral Eleven
Eating anything covered in spikes is normally bad, but it's especially bad for an anthropomorphized balloon like Mr. Fugu.
Nolf Niggler's neck snaps with a crunch and a cry for help. The referee attempts to stop the muscly, adrenaline-pumped and scarlet-faced Batista, but he is swatted away like a fly. His left shoe flies into the audience, with his foot and several torn veins attached.
that men can create female characters that can't be nitpicked no matter how much people try.
It was Socrates who said that the unexamined life is not worth
living. So therefore, if you are reading this file to avoid gaining the
understanding of life that makes us human, go jump off a cliff.
Education involves reading and thinking and observing and confronting. The
process of gaining a true education is a source of true ecstacy for the spirit.
It's an ecstacy that drugs or alcohol cannot approximate. Gaining a true
education can also be disturbing. You may discover that you are not who you
thought you were; that other things are not what you thought they were.
Fundamental and unalterable concepts which guided your life since you sucked the
milk from your mother's breasts may suddenly dissolve. You may find yourself
soaring to the heights of Olympus on the breath of Truth or you may find
yourself throuwn against the brick wall of nihilism. But one thing is for
certain: you will not die without having lived.
I think if we don't get independence there's going to be fighting everywhere, so I'm just going to stay in next weekend I think
>>57 man, just forget about it. Give it up. Even if she breaks it off with her girlfriend there's no chance.
Unless she's bisexual. Or you can convince her she's bisexual.
>>57 in fact, you know what? Don't have a crush. Why would you do that to yourself? You're probably thinking "I can't help it", but you really can.
Thank you, >>59,60. That's what I've been telling myself, but it helps to hear it from someone else. I thought I had crushed my crush until she hugged me and my heart started beating like a goddamn anime character. I will keep trying.
Why is it all the gay people I know smell so poopy?
n/m figured it out
What does Sylfaen look like shit in every browser except Firefox?
my stomach hurtd ;__;
I love you, keyboard.
These are the files. I hope you have everything you need.
You momentarily feel a faint prick of irritation, like the buzzing of a small insect. You dismiss it as nothing.
In one sudden motion, you grasp the hem of the girl's dress, throw it into the air, and duck your head under it. Looking up, you see... you see... light, blinding light, of every possible colour, radiating outwards in shifting, overlapping rays and beams. You never knew such beauty even existed. You spend minutes just staring at it, unable to look away, or even form a coherent thought. As you watch, it increases in intensity, more and more rays forming in ever more complex and beautiful motions. Then, something begins to form in the centre, a shape, it looks like...
But then, at that very moment, the universe explodes thanks to your companion Stove Stove.
Since the little girl seems to have the ability to make clones, ask her to send a clone of us out to console Stove Stove.
Failing that, find Stove Stove yourself and send him to time out in the Void.
The girl stops brushing your hair, laughs conspiratorially and proposes that you join her in the laboratory downstairs. You do so. Once there, she turns on a computer at the side of the room, opens a program, types in a few lines of abstruse looking code, then closes it again. She then takes your hand and guides you through a door at the back of the room, along a narrow service corridor, down two flights of stairs and to a small basement room. In the centre of the room is a strange metal capsule with various wires and pipes leading from it into the floor. The capsule opens to reveal a perfect clone of yourself, differing only in that she is wearing a seifuku, has no obvious injuries to her hands, and her hair is not burnt as yours is.
The girl in lilac makes an odd hand gesture over the unconscious body, which opens its eyes, then, in the next instant, vanishes. "There!" she declares triumphantly, "I've sent a clone of you to say some kind words to Stove Stove. Of course, I can't promise what else she might or might not do..."
You think that Stove Stove should consider him/her/them/itself very lucky that you aren't around to administer some crotch-based castigation.
Go back to the computer and type random things.
You skip gaily back to the laboratory, eager to prove your worth as a mad scientist. With a flourish of the wrist and a few keystrokes, you type "random things" on the keyboard of the computer and hit enter.
RANDOMISING GENOME OF SAMPLES T, H, I, N, G, S...
type "sudo shutdown now"
Attempt to edit text file in VIM.
"total crap, but I enjoy it"
Good lord, I agree. Zoe Quinn looks average at best. After a few drinks. Maybe the indie game dev thing gives her more appeal to some, but I don't really know about that, personally.
The fourth episode is the only official expansion. Duke It Out in D.C., Nuclear Winter and Life's A Beach are official unofficial expansions, like Insurrection or Retribution for Starcraft, Hellfire for Diablo or Conquests Of The Ages for Age Of Empires. These expansions are "unofficial" in the sense that they were developed by third party but "official" in the sense that they received the official stamp of approval from 3Drealms, which was a pretty big deal back in the days where a guy could download the entirety of the fan maps posted on the internet, burn them on a CD and market these as an expansion for a cash grab.
Of course the most annoying kid on the planet is the only one on youtube who actually has good videos on this game. God dammit, I don't wanna listen to this autismal fuck anymore.
Man betont nicht jedes r, nur Adolf hat das getan. ich weiß, dass die Band nicht rechts ist.
Every human starts as a child in a relationship with parents who are larger/more powerful/wiser than them. I think the concept of/belief in god is a macro/social manifestation that hijacks this parent-child brain wiring. Its a group hallucination of misfiring behavior. And authority/the state is similar to that in the same hierarchical sense. Government is a superhuman entity that issues commandments which is a sin to disobey, and, like Xenu, the legitimacy of their rule doesn't exist. The belief in government is the most dangerous superstition, mental malware more dangerous than scientology. Hierarchical systems are being replaced in a 'survival of the fittest pattern' type of way by decentralized systems, like bittorrent was more fit than napster. Nobody says they hate the internet and the internet is a close example of anarchy. Government regulation appears responsible for creating the telecom monopolies in the first place, something about how they were granted exclusive right to install wiring whereas any competitor would have to ask permission from each property owner. Instead of adding more regulations, all the previous regulations should be removed. Like Larken says in the below video, the relatively free market has produced complex things like cell phones, so supposing the free market would be unable to do something as simple as create a flat place (road, which even deer create) or install wires without a system of appointed thieves (where did they get the legitimate right to tax/steal if an individual like me doesn't have that right?) seems odd. Someone on reddit or something was saying, say 1 person on the block doesn't want internet, they could dig up/cut the wire on their own property, charge a million to put it there/etc. I don't know the technological limitations but seems like wiring from a hub to specific houses, rather than all in a series w/ each house being central point of failure might be possible. Or satellite or whatever else millions of people offering voluntary solutions in the free market could think of.
Brief History of Campus Sex
1915: it's banned
1935: it's naughty
1955: it's interesting
1975: it's awesome
1995: it's rape
2015: it's banned
I like this series, but it feels like it's getting repetitive. Still a good series though.
OMG I remember seeing the box for this game. Not really sure what to think of it, it may just be better to let it stay in hell where it came from .
( E-E) What was all that about?
( LΦ`) I'm going to guess you don't speak Aklo.
( E-E) It wasn't part of my masters in womyn's studies, so no.
( EΦE) Hey, kids! It's time for your Clonepa Tip of the Day!
( EΦE) When a stranger offers you drugs, say "thank you!" because drugs are expensive.
( EΦE) ...
(EΦE ) ...
( EΦE) Yeah, I can go with that.
( EΦE) Which is why I said it.
( EΦE) If Beady Eyes offers you drugs, punch him really hard in the nuts.
You can't trick me, Superman, I'm stupid.
25. ayy lmao
|L₯Φ₯) Squeeks has terminal bonitis.
...[₯] [₯] click. clack.
|L₯Φ₯) Damn. Snake eyes again.
|L₯Φ₯) Your penis enlargement surgery was a failure. Hope you don't mind the nickname "Stumpy."
|L₯Φ₯) Squeeks is actually doing fine. You've got terminal bonitis.
You wave your limbs in expansive gestures, concentrating on the thought "Let there be men in bear suits." Nothing particularly magical happens, and the cratered planet looks as uninhabited as ever.
Attempting a different approach, you grab a passing meteoroid, furiously dig a hole to its core, and cram the bewildered and mildly resisting man inside. Well, technically it's a world (albeit a very small one) and technically it's full of men in bear suits (well, one of them anyway.) Good work.
You are now ruler of Man in Bear Suit World.
You are sitting on a meteoroid orbiting a cratered planet in the middle of a colorful and inexplicably breathable spacescape. There is a freshly dug hole here.
You see: feet of man in a bear suit (sticking out of hole and dressed in bear paw slippers)
Abolish monarchy of Man in Bear Suit World; instate anarcho-communism.
You abdicate your rulership and free the oppressed man in a bear suit from his prison in the meteorite's core. He cocks his head to one side as you explain your plan of cooperation and ungoverned life.
Politics, like nature itself, abhors a vacuum, however, and it is not long before the man in a bear suit makes you his bitch and crams you into the hole.
You are no longer ruler of Man in Bear Suit World.
You are stuck headfirst in a hole dug into the core of a meteoroid orbiting a cratered planet in an oddly liveable spacescape.
It is dark here and you cannot see. You fear you may be eaten by a grue.
Convince the dark and possible grue to join you in a REVOLUTION.
You rant for a while in the hole, addressing the darkness and your phobia for it. The darkness does not respond, nor does any grue, but the man in a bear suit (most likely, or is it a grue?) shakes your feet and tells you to shut up already.
Enchant my head with scroll of ΚιΫ +3
Un-eat self and return to the safety of the dungeon staircase.
As amusing as that would undoubtedly be, you don't notice any such item here, and even if you did, you can't read in the dark. In fact, you're not sure you can read at all.
If only you were back in that dusty old dungeon. Surely there are no grues there. You can just imagine the horrible beast coming to nibble on you in this dark hole. The thought makes you feel sick to your stomach. If only you hadn't had that crazy idea to go and eat your legs!
You vomit, and everything goes black.
You are in a dungeon corridor. Cells line the walls. One of them behind you lies open. In the other direction, a flight of stairs leads upwards.
You see: man in a bear suit (unconscious), dust, tiny pebble with a hole dug in it
A magickal elf pops out of your mouth and tut-tuts as it walks towards the pebble. "Watch where you leave things!" it chastizes.
Eat elf and absorb its powers
Before the diminutive creature can collect the odd pebble, you cram it back into your mouth and swallow forcibly, trying to do that freakish thing you did with the man in a bear suit earlier.
For a couple of attempts, nothing happens. Then, the magickal elf's snide voice sounds from somewhere in your guts,
"Knock that off. Don't you know, I'm Your Elf? How do you think you do that thing in the first place?"
While this is going on, a blue ball that looks like it came from the ball pit upstairs rolls down the steps and lightly taps the head of the man in a bear suit. He remains still, but breathing.
In German, a young lady has no sex, but a turnip has.
With their teeth?
Or maybe they use the electricity in their mouths to generate a magnetic field that's used to move the door upwards?
(ί€ ƪ) I demand to know what is going on here.
>>89 (⊙̪ ں ⊙̪̪) why would you even question to ask these circumstances?
Yum. Go voicemail wide, really. Bye, yes weird. I'll try to remember the name internet. Z. O, If you think of it. You should call me or text me back. Yeah, yeah, you should read my mind and figure out what it is. I'm trying to think of.
I am confused
does this count?
The airport isn't even within here!
if not bumped the thread will dampen in accordance