Nice one, Sereg.
No, I'm the queen of walking in on awkward situations.
Why do you think I leave my friend alone? The two of them have been together a year and a half.
Midterms. Wish me luck! :smalleek:
Good luck Coffee, you can do it!
We be cheering you on.
I know people have answered this already but I wanted to add my two cents. Seeing Darius killed in front of her and knowing it was her fault would probably break her totally. Total loss of sanity.
Seeing Red hurt would cause rage towards the tormentor. She really loves him, even though she was slow to admit it and seeing him hurt would be like someone coming after her. If she couldn't do anything it would be like the ABD going after her family.
Good story, really sounded like Miko narrating.
@Stoopidtallkid and Coffee: Thanks for the compliments. You really know how to boost my ego.
By the way, is it just me or has it been ages since Cracklord last posted?
I've got an idea for Banjo x Xykon doll but it's not done yet. Any other requests?
Good luck for your midterms Coffee.
You're right, it has been.
Thanks guys. Math and Psych were okay (Even though there was a room change with Psych that I didn't know about and I spent 10 minutes running around the school when I should have been taking the test), but tomorrow is Physics... :eek:
I dunno, am I capable of getting to step 4? Or even step 2? :smalltongue:Quote:
Knowledge is Power.
Power Corrupts.
Study Hard.
Be Evil.
So you get to ready an action while throwing the book as well? :smallamused:
Nice. :smalltongue:
New Paring. Not my cross-over but more of a test of skill.
SpoilerRodney McKay had the worst day of he's life. He woke up by one of Sam's endless emergency drills that he had NOT been informed of. He looked like an idiot when he thought they were attacked for real. Then they served a gross soup for lunch. All of these events may look small but it got worse. This night a tribal planet they had helped a few months back had a feast of harvest. The team was invited as guests of honor. He was prepared to leave when he got radio about a Ancient device somebody had found and no one knew what it did. It kept an eye on an energy reading. But what energy reading they couldn't understand. So he was assigned to keep an eye on it. Why? Because he was the best scientist around and that made him most capable to handle what could happen. So instead of being an honor guest at a party he was staring on a screen that every tenth second spit out a number and made a sound. So it was understandable if he was a little drowsy.
Drr. 2,8. This would be slightly more fun if he knew what the number meant. Brrr. 3,8. What could it be. Mrr. 4,9 It was rising now. But it went in patterns. Up and down. But it was no order in the numbers. Msssrr. 39 That was a peak. Wrrrron. 100 What...
That was the last he could think before a bright light flashed from the screen. He was blinded for a minute and when he got he's vision back he for a second thought he had sustained brain damage. A girl with thin butterfly wings, white hair and a blue dress standing next to the machine. She looked shocked.
"Were did Roy go?" she asked.
"Who are you?" She then said.
"Oh Iam Dr Rodney McKay. Who are you?" He said. He had a feeling he recognised her from some were but at the same time he was sure that he never had met anybody with wings.
"Iam Celia." At these words it hit him.
"When you say Roy do you mean Roy Greenhilt warrior leader of the Order of the Stick?" He asked as he felt he's face take a turn for the green.
"Yes! Do you know of him?" she asked hopefully.
"Ahm sorta. You may wanna sit down." With that he reached for he's laptop and entered Atlantis personal Internet. Every time they got a connection to earth they took a home page for every inhabitant and made their own net. To help with home sickness feelings. He always picked Giant In The Playground. He loved Oots. He entered the address and linked to the latest comic and showed Celia. Magic link
"What is that."
"I'll try to explain."
Later:´
"So we are a amusement for you?"
"Sorta."
"But how can I be here?"
"I have a guess. You were summoned from my imagination by the device. I will try to put you back in."
"Thank you Rodney. Can I help?"
"You could give me an massage. If that's okay?"
"Sure."
Because this is the crack paring thread one thing led o another...
Rodney woke up in his bed. What a great dream he thought. He looked to his side and saw an letter. It was from Celia. To him.
Did it actually happen? He decided that he would never tell anybody.
In a place far far away: The Odor Walked through the Crack Paring house holding device with a screen.
"Can't let this slip again."
Thoughts?
No, the book was thrown during a surprise round and then V won initiative.
Okay, how about this one:
SpoilerA boat is approaching a jetty at 6 meters/second. 2 meters from the jetty, the boat slows down to 3 meters/second. How long does it take to fix the jetty.
My cat says he would wish you luck, but he doesn't really care.
Interesting. I'm not too fond of meta-fiction (breaking the fourth wall are my least favorite parts of OotS), but... I'll have to consider this.
Förrexten, vilken del av Sverige kommer du från?
We don't. I don't speak with that heavy a Gothenburgian accent anyway, and I've been to Norrland (where the Odor emanates from) enough to be able to insert the thick 'l's, the chopping off of the ends of words and the occasional inward whistle on my own... :smallsmile:
Oh, and BTW: I don't think the mods will like if we continue speaking in foreign languages, since it makes their job impossible. So, it was OK for a gag but... no more now.
I think she meant the å, among others. :smallwink:
Edit: I personally copy/paste from here.
Ok, so I finally followed a banner linking here. I’ve checked out some of the work and… Well I kinda like it. I kinda feel dirty inside for liking it. But… I figure, I shouldn’t try to hide it, especially from people on the internet.
No, I mean the accents on the words you type.
I have a slight New York accent (Because, you know, I live there :smalltongue:), but what you're more likely to notice if you were to speak to me is that I speak very, very quickly.
Why should you feel dirty? Join the party! (Brain bleach to the left).
Oh. Swedish keyboards. "å" is pronounced like a in law (I'm assuming somewhat standard english here), "ä" is pronounced like ai in fair and "ö" - there's really not a good English equivalent I can think off, but like the eu in chaffeur and hateur. Something like that.
So the "ö" is like the "ø" in Danish, like in the English word blur?
It's like the "u" in Dutch, which I've had to explain many a time before, it took me a while to find the perfect short word. :smalltongue:
Aside from the current conversation, enjoy this pairing! (The matching should be easy to follow, but it isn't RedcloakxCelia.
Spoiler
Vaarsuvius rested on the small island, leaning back against the rock. She read on inside of her book, hoping to immerse herself in something so meaningless so she wouldn’t have to relive the same memories over and over. Every time she even blinked, she could see the soldiers face, contorted with rage, anger directed at her, for her own useless magic. Vaarsuvius hung her head in shame. She knew she should have done something, anything to help those soldiers. Her head ached, and her arms hung loosely at her sides from tiredness, but she forced herself not to trance.
Eventually she grew tired of her book. The sun blared over the island, and shade was impossible to find. Piling her books enough high enough so she could read while standing up, the accursed imp returned to her. It floated close by, but still a small distance away. “So…hey there, again.” The small imp asked, flying closer, beating its small wings. “Great gods of magic, have you actually returned?” Vaarsuvius replied dryly, almost completely locked into her reading. Vaarsuvius inwardly groaned as the demon pressed on, asking about the magic the elf used and how to make it better. “Nothing a mage like you couldn’t finish in a few weeks, at the most.”
Raising her arm to be level with the flying imp, which glowed with magical energy, and responded calmly; “You make an intriguing offer, one that is very tempting.”
“By design.”
“It would seem that I have little alternative than to answer thusly: Disintegrate!” shouting the spell, a green ray of crackling magic shot out of her extended hand. “Whoa! Hey, you almost hit me with that!” the imp shot upwards, crying out in fright at the aspect of becoming a small pile of dust.
“Apologies, I will endeavor to aim more accurately next round, spawn of hell!” The imp flew into the air again, hoping to dodge as Vaarsuvius prepared to cast a second spell. Before she could release the words to cast it again, she heard a whispered voice from behind her, “Vaarsuvius, you may want to save yours spells, you’re going to need them.”
Spinning around, Vaarsuvius saw a figure floating in the air. “What, surprised to see me all of the sudden?” the Drow grinned, green magic crackling in his dark hand.
Questions and comments permitted, plus any corrections or complaints. On a side note, I am only willing to devote my time to one long crack pairing at a time. Which would the masses prefer?
Oh! For the Mass Thieves' Guild crack pairing, I need to know one thing:
Can somebody please elaborate on the "Haley taking a bath" scene in On The Origins of PC's?