Previously:
#1 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1213916710/
#2 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1250275007/
#3 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1292544745/
#4 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1315193920/
#5 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1326391378/
#6 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1333279425/
#7 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1340196069/
#8 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1346800288/
#9 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1353182673/
#10 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1360549149/
#11 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1367260033/
#11.5 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1367260120/
#12 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1372849946/-255,257-
#13 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1368127055/
#14 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1395672319/
#15 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1409746601/
#16 http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1420075161/
tsundere devil
I bet I'll sleep well after that!
I could have done better today.
I just want someone to hug.
Cunnilingus.
Somewhere out there is a guy, probably in his mid to late 20s and possibly on the autism spectrum who's been using the same Pokemon team since gen 1 and trading them up every time a new game came out.
I don't understand this trend recently of putting eroge on Steam but with all the ero content cut out. What the hell is the point? Are westerners really so repressed that we have to pretend that we only play porn games for the superb plots and masterful dialogue?
>>457
Actually there's no way to trade from gen2 to gen3, so gen1-2 is like a closed ecosystem. You can with all the needed equipment go all the way from gen3 to the latest games.
Just on the border
of your waking mind,
There lies another time.
Where darkness and light are one,
And as you tread the halls of sanity.
You feel so glad to be unable to go beyond.
I have a message
from another time.
My favoite pokemon is the loli.
Life is short, and I can't put off doing what I love any more.
Sailor Moon Super Famicom games on James and Mike Mondays, or the AVGN. Also the Irate Gamer should be playing them.
Let me tell you a spooky story.
I have just bought a plastic axe. But that's not the spooky part.
The axe was so I can go as Jack Nicholson to a birthday party. But that's not the spooky part.
As my gift to the embirthened at said party, I have bought the Lord of the Rings box set. But that's not the spooky part.
You see, the Garfield arc of the CTRL+V thread reminded me about mezzacotta.net, so I went there. The news section has lain dormant for years... until yesterday. I clicked on one of the links.
This is what I saw.
http://www.mezzacotta.net/pomh/?comic=21
That was my story. I was thoroughly spooked.
>>463
If it makes you feel any better, you can at least see Barbie on JonTron.
People make my games harder by being retards. \( ´ー`)/
I can't carry all of these pieces of shit.
I did nothing
I said nothing
Well, congratulations! You got yourself caught! Now what's the next step in your master plan?
>>466
I want to play Rising Storm with DQNs while making Yoshinoya jokes.
Cute girls enjoying phallic comestibles.
Your mama's like the Panama Canal: hundreds of vessels full of seamen go in and out of her every day.
Am I going to read anything today or get anything done or am I just going to spend the whole day on the internet?
Ass! ASS! aaaassssssss....
>>469,470
This is the final straw.
I'm won't be coming to this site for while.
I wonder how many drugs I would need to take to hallucinate myself into a loli-harem.
I had a very vivid dream of being back in my secondary school. I haven't been there, or even particularly thought about the place, in years now, so it came as something of a surprise. The place was heavily embellished, as is normal for dreams - I don't recall my school containing a supermarket, construction site or hotel rooms, for instance - but the general layout was quite accurate. The library, maths block, languages block, paths through the grounds and so on were all in the right places.
So what was so vivid about it? I'm not sure how to put it exactly, but it was the feeling, or the general atmosphere of the place. The high ceilings, creaking floorboards, corridors just a little too narrow, lockers haphazardly arranged wherever they fit, and other such insignificant details. I remember mostly just walking about the place feeling strange at being back after so long. I also remember being unable to find a particular classroom, but it didn't feel particularly urgent; it wasn't like I was late for a lesson or something. It was actually oddly calming.
Really though, I don't know why I'm getting so sentimental about all this. Secondary school was certainly not a fun time in my life; I spent most of the time struggling with depression and social alienation. I almost feel like having such a rosy image of the place now is somehow an injustice to my former self.
Actually, more than anything, the whole situation reminds me of Rule of Rose (but perhaps with fewer projectile vomiting mermaids).
I feel like if I want to get anything done I MUST ban myself from the internet.
Calm down, >>480, now's not he time for question. That comes later.
All I want is lolis big booty lolis,
Used to sell panties so I can stack my riches.
All I want is lolis big booty lolis,
Today I was too lazy to wash a spoon and since I was already eating curry I ended up just shoveling it into my mouth with my fingers.
I wonder if it's normal to laugh and cry at the same time.
bootleg death grips vinyls
I think I'm going crazy
every day
Found another hibernating butterfly in my house. Hibernating until the end of time, that is. By which I mean it's dead. It is deceased, pining for the fjords, passed on, no more, ceased to be, expired and gone to meet its maker, a stiff, bereft of life, resting in peace, pushing up the daisies; its metabolic processes are history; it's off the twig, kicked the bucket, shuffled off its mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. It is an ex-butterfly!
It's yet another small tortoiseshell. Just now it's happily resting on my desk, wings closed, legs curled up, doing its very best dead leaf impression. I forgot just how light butterflies are - even lighter than paper. Holding it, you literally can't feel its weight at all.
Perhaps if I'd found it sooner...
Cram it through the poop-loop
depression intensifies
loose lips sink ships
What a beautiful day today has been.
Ramona and her man do a tango dip. Cheek to cheek. Hip to hip, come on. The window's open, it's the heart of the summer. More people coming, looking for the number. Mary Ellen sees them. She has a little stutter, she yells "T-top floor, bottom buzzer!"
The rush of pus and blood surging from a squeezed pimple as it explodes.
I am mildly disappointed that nobody's made an eDonkey client called eAss yet.
Did you ever stop to think about the mites living in your eyelashes?
I like to think about how aware of my tongue I am at any given moment.
Also, 500get.
I can't believe how cute I look dressed as a girl.
is the art world post-cool?
My lexulous letters just now gave me the options of LESBIAN and BANSHEE.
hee hee hee
tunak tunak tun
vc: tiegher
So will a 2-second cinematic be triggered each time you hit an enemy with your chainsaw on the new Doom game?
I weep for the future.
goof butts
Schwarzenegger does not mean black nigger
仕方がない。
So when a gay couple gets a frivorce, how do the courts figure out which one to ream? Do they default to the butch one?
WHY AM I ABLE TO PICK UP THE TABLE?
Don't play the Outrun soundtrack in the car. You will try to drive on the highway 100 mph and get pulled over by the cops. At least I assume you would.
Naked dwarrows
Is it just me or is tanasinn.info all borked?
can't sleep too fucking warm outside
For all that I enjoy my life, I'm not particularly committed to it. I often wonder about doing things like withdrawing all my money in banknotes and tearing it into confetti, or cutting contact with everyone I know and starting a new life on the other side of the planet, or committing suicide and leaving a note saying "Sorry, I got bored".
I wouldn't give you 2 cents for a broken meteor either.
lorg pnis
thiek pnis
Hot Slots
悲恋
I live with a twelve year old girl, but she's a real bitch.
I'm building a starship with a Mohawk. And apparently that word needs to be capitalized. Learn something new every day...
Sometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane.
>>532
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge, I'm trying not to lose my head.
Everything I love causes me pain.
yeah I love nettles and unfiltered cigarettes too
I sure do hate it when my cat hawks up a trichobezoar.
vc: joy
If I commit a microaggression, is a microapology appropriate?
Whatever happened to bottle fuck guy with the unbearably small penis?
I think I might be schizophrenic. I would know, I've read the entire Wikipedia article.
I should be showering and going to bed... I don't wanna go to work tomorrow.
Personally I prefer the "Futaba" pagestyle, which one do you other four use?
>>542 Pseud0ch! I like bricks and the black line is a bit nicer looking than Buun
Trying to move out for the first time is destroying me. I miss being a young NEET.
>>542
I just leave it on Pseud0ch because I don't have javascript enabled and manually changing it is too tedious of a task.
I said: "Kiss me, you're beautiful. These are truly the last days".
CERN gives me a hadron.