Ah yes, the mittens and this song isn't bad. I'm also wondering why I don't come more often here.
>>135
yes, he releases the emergency mittens and doesn't afraid of anything
dərp
http://ego.64pixels.org/desu.php?url=http%3A%2F%2F4-ch.net%2Fdqn%2F
This is very revealing...
...no, wait, no it isn't.
>>128-132
Now, this is the vivid imagination I could enjoy any day!
As it turns out moleskins work well as rolling papers.
I don't want to work. I have always been lazy.
Why is it so hard to find LSD in this fucking town.
Oh man episode 7 of zenkai girl had tears streaming down my face, it's so good
How do I force myself to sleep? If I don't go to bed on schedule I'm totally going to be like shit tomorrow!
I feel stuck, I can't do anything productive (yet I have to!) and I have to sleep. Solve my time-management problems, DQN!
I set a tree on fire in Minecraft. I want to burn an entire island to the ground.
I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, reall, yreall, yreall,y reall,y reall,y aerl,,y reall,y really, reall,y reall,y really, really, reall,y reall, really, really, really, really, really wish I had a friend. Or rather, that that one guy would love me.
>>147
I once turned all the trees into TNT with a map editor and activated them. It would have been awesome, but my computer crashed.
I wish there were a hi-res classic-fine-art-booru so I could have an easier time figuring out which parts of this stuff I care about.
All the Internet generally offers is 10% of the artist's work as 450*260px photos suffering from harsh jaypegs.
>>154 i wouldn't waste my time on sleep if i had my original motherfuckin body
someone snuck in when i wasn't looking and made me old
Shitting blood. ;_;
Would you have sex with something that was descended from an ape?
>>158 not an option. perhaps you are not familiar with how anxiety disorders generally work; most people aren't, after all.
basically, once you pop, the pain don't stop.
>>159, actually I know. I meant that you should take it easy, you're a lost case. Basically, everything is much easier and more controllable when you realise this and get "fucking balls to it" aptitude instead of fighting with yourself.
>>162 yeah, no, you don't understand. thanks for trying, though.
>>166 haha i've read about sonic hedgehog homolog before on wikipedia funnily enough
Wish I could justify skipping class today.
>>170
Wish I could do the same. Maybe we can blame internet for that, can't? Like, we met each other and things went tits up.
oh..oh oh oh...oh..oh oh oh..oh ah ah oh oh.....oh..oh oh oh.. oh ah ah ah ah oh oh.
Eh, I'll do it tomorrow.
Ahhhhhhhh thank you to whoever first mentioned Zenkai Girl here a few days ago, I just finished the last episode and it was soooo good. Episodes 8-11 each had tears streaming down my face, and it wasn't as predictable an ending as was assumed by another poster but it was so heartwarming.
A MILLION THANK YOUS DQN XXXXXXXXXX
>>170
Become a NEET!
I wonder what Espeon does. She seems like she'd be a student to me.
Studying. Man, I don't wanna take that test tomorrow. But it's 25% of my grade...
>>176
Espeon seems to be an ex-NEET. However, is it even possible to be an ex NEET?
>>178
Once you start down the Dark Path, forever will it dominate your destiny.
Mittens.
There's a guy on eBay selling 5 bundles of 100 10 DPRK New Won notes for $43/each. I wonder what kind of economic crisis I could create with that, a ticket to Seoul, and some helium balloons...
Also I found one of those moving programmable moving LED signs in the wreckage of a neighbor's house. I think what I'm going to do is hang it above the front door and let it do the talking for me: I DON'T WANT A SUBSCRIPTION TO THE NEWSPAPER OR THE NUMBERS REPAINTED ON THE CURB. JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES AND MORMONS: LEAVE ME ALONE. NO ONE NAMED JOSE LIVES HERE. PLEASE STOP GIVING ME HIS MAIL.
Hwaorang > Law
Yoshimitsu>Xiaoyu>Kunimitsu>*
>>178
It's possible to be exclusively NEET, as you're surely aware of that I'm aware of that.
Fluffycheeks concurs.
I tend to exaggerate things that I say. I usually assume that my companion shares the same knowledge as me and we are going to have a good laugh. But over and over again I'm misunderstood.
Dear Espeon,
I had an elaborate fan fiction written for you today but I got sidetracked by whatever party it is I'm at right now. I guess I felt it fell flat and had to do some hungover editing later. I'm deeply sorry for the delay and the dearth of customer service in the combination of words I'm using right now. Penis penis penis.
Respectfully yours,
ANONYMOUSE FAN.
How can I disappear?
>>188
Enter your room. Only leave it when necessary. (food, bathing, etc).
Online, only go to anonymous websites. Use one or more proxies or other anonimyzers.
>>187
I talked with her last night on Gikobar (or was it this morning?) It was a lot of fun, I hope to see her again! She was super nice by the way!
Wow, it's suddenly turned pretty cold. Think it may be time to put the flannel sheets on my bed. Maybe even make some spiced cider!
>>190
It was a rainy afternoon.
I was surprised to see so many new faces (and less surprisingly none of the old ones).
Today I bought some instant kimchi, all i know about it is it's a stereotypical korean dish thanks to you guys
The World God Only Knows is good.
It sucks, but I'm posting it anyway. THE CONTINUING SAGA OF ESPEON, WORLD ADVENTURER/FIEND.
Lee was not his name, but that's what Master Espeon called him and always had since they day they met. Sipping his morning tea, Lee looked out over the expanse of Espeon’s estate. It was hard-won many years ago from the jungles that now only licked its edges. It had seemed foolhardy then to venture so far away from the rest of mankind then but now the orchards were settled and the cashew trees grew strong in orderly rows woven into the hillsides. In the distance, workers laughed and gossiped as they went about their daily routine. Espeon's plantation was so far from the cities that it was but a rumor to its nearest neighbors. As Espeon said it would, the remoteness had its advantages: the government could come and go, the cities could be aflame with riots, but here no tax collector ventured and his workers lived trouble-free lives which were hard to come by in this country.
Despite the tranquility, the plantation was far from profitable and Lee intended to bring this up with Master Espeon as he was here for his yearly visit. As always, he was sleeping in late. Lee's hands shook as he looked over the books. As the manager of a plantation he felt he was ill-prepared with his only other work before coming here had been as a bellboy at the Bangkok Hilton. He longed for that simple job, no matter how lowly it had been, now that he was often forced to be a horticulturist, a justice of the peace, mechanic, and accountant on nearly a daily basis. If Espeon's other ventures abroad--whatever they were--should fail and infusions of cash should ever end, there was no telling what become of this place. Lee feared he would be lynched should the workers not receive their pay.
At last a servant came for Lee and informed him not only that Espeon was awake but had been taking his breakfast for some time. Smoothing back his thinning hair and resisting his urge to yell at the servant for taking so long to carry this message, Lee grabbed the plantation's ledger and ran downstairs to meet with his master. Espeon wore a robe and listened as he ate his breakfast to an old worker who spoke of the many happenings on his farm. Like all the workers that had been here since the beginning showed a great deal of age from years in the sun and from the hard work of clearing the jungle. Despite this, with the master present, he made a point to wear platform shoes, the shortest skirt possible, and a tight tube top that did its best to push up breasts where there were none.
"Master Espeon", Lee spoke with airs of quiet desperation, "Many years ago when I told you that I could get ladyboys for you that would do anything for money, this isn’t really what I had in mind..."
My school makes it ridiculously hard to print things. Apparently I have to buy a print card. But the dispenser won't take my money! I could buy one at the circulation desk... but they only take checks! Damn guys, I have to have this thing printed by 10 this morning... where else can I find a printer here?!
Why can't you present your work digitally?
>>196 i usually just make instant noodles in a cup with boiling water, but it seems i need to make these in a pan and i couldn't be arsed today, despite how excited i was to try them. I shall report back though.
>>204 uh... are you talking about kimchi-flavored ramen? That stuff is pretty much only like actual kimchi in a very vague way. Sort of like how banana-flavored candy only "kind of" tastes like bananas at best.
Is there even such a thing as too much Touhou? I've played it so much that every time I close my eyes I see danmaku and I'm still not sick of it.
>>206
Perhaps not. But there is a such thing as talking way-too-fucking-much about Touhou, relating every little insignificant event and point of interest to it, spinning yours and others' conversation as if Touhou were the single governing law of the universe.
Holy fuck, do I hate that shit.
>>205 awwwww. oh well i still tremble slightly with anticipation
and he said one word to me / and it was "dead"
You should stick whatever you hold in tours hands right now into your mouth.
Browse DQN on a phone. Whenever its dictionary gets filled with captcha, buy a new one.
Idea for a short story: A man wakes up to find himself being held captive in a doorless, windowless room. He is fed breakfast, lunch and dinner through a slot in the wall.
Embedded in the wall is a computer monitor, under which is a keyboard and mouse. The computer has internet access.
First he tries to call for help, e-mailing people he once knew, the police, etc. He is met with a mix of sympathy, disbelief and disdain. Eventually he is able to convince the police of the reality of his situation. However, his internet connection is well-hidden. Despite their best efforts, the police team of hackers cannot determine his location.
As the police try to find him, the man spends his time idly browsing the internet, watching videos, posting on DQN, playing browser MMORPGs, etc. Years pass and the police still cannot locate him.
I thought of two endings. First: He becomes accustomed to his internet lifestyle. When a door finally opens, he realizes he doesn't want to leave.
Second: He finally grows sick of the internet and breaks the monitor, keyboard and mouse in a fit of rage. Then the door opens and he is led to freedom.
Here is the third one: enraged, he destroys his habitat, but his imprisonment is time limited. He spends the rest completely secluded, slowly losing his mind.
Very interesting. I wouldn't mind reading it if you ever feel like writing it.
I feel like there's no real point of "coming-of-age" for my generation. So we have young adults walking around not really feeling any different than they did as teenagers, or even pre-teens.
That's how I feel, at least.
>>215
I agree. There are some guys who act all serious, but there are pre-teens like that. Everything is an act, but only a few people can truly realise and exploit it.
>>215
For myself and the really quite intelligent people I knew as a teenager, there has been a very cynical resignation to society/popular culture/government's increasingly absurd microcosms, coupled with an internalization and projection of this unto others in an act of ersatz revenge against the unthinking populous.
I searched for the phrase "fuck off every zig" and got no results. That makes me sad.
They're pretty much all wankers, every one of them
I wish I knew who is the biggest wanker and the lesser wanker.
I'm a big wanker. I wank all day. I wank five times on weekends, I wank three on weekdays. I wank anywhere with at least some privacy. However I won't wank RIGHT IN YOUR FACE.
Unless you want me to do it.
Steve Jobs didn't die of cancer. He died because so many people said negative things about his products online! You should all be ashamed of yourselves driving an innocent man to an early grave!
http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1292544745/844 was me. I don't even remember what I was so happy about at the time.
I should stop wanking so much.
If you stop wanking other people, you'll cut it way down.
>>223 Nonsense! Clearly the cause of death was the shock of seeing the South Park episode HUMANCENTiPAD.
>>224 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1292544745/882 was me, I was very happy.
I can't remember if I've said this before but there should really be an anime adaptation of Dostoevsky's The Idiot. Myshkin is the perfect straight man protagonist and Rogozhin makes a great pretty lovable villain. Fangirls can write all sorts of slash fiction about the homoerotic tension between them. Nastassya is the "large-breasted woman with an attitude", and of course Aglaya is tsundere for the prince.
I wish I were a cute girl.
I talk a good game, but my study habits still haven't improved much.