Srake

Eyes shall be made to see. If they cannot, They shall be Burnt SraKe 1:1

Scraeming abuot Fire

FIRE FIRE! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CLAENSE THEM WITH FIRE! BAPTISE THIER SUOLS! Oh, and your banned

I know what you're trying to do... By saying that you think the Mafia is Brad, It will turn away suspicions from you when I turn up dead tomorrow. If you were to say that I was the Mafia and then I turn up dead tomorrow It'd be too suspicous So you say Brad is the Mafia and then have Brad Killed, you could say, Oh I guess I wasn't him... Effectively keeping your role safe The only way for you not to be the Mafia is if you turn up dead tomorrow That is if I can't spread the truth...

Banned because my Favorite TF2 class is the pyro. GOD DAMN I LOVE FLAREGUN CRITS!

Banned because fur burns real nicely

Only advice I can give to you, Talk to youself, Don't use headphones, and don't run out of oil. Also Darkness can be your worst enemy but also your greatest asset. And generally avoid water. OK so I have a lot of advice Or you could play with your eyes closed and your sound muted.

Counterpoint! Acceptance is the first step to solving a problem.

Did you know that Grimdark is far superior to Shiping?

Well glad we got that settled... Anyone else wanna get on the blame wagon? C'mon... Give into peer pressure. You know you want to have a scapegoat! And it's soooooooooo easy to blame That Guy! I mean, EVEN HIS NAME screams suspicion! "Who killed everybody?!" "*points* It was That Guy!" "Me?!?" "No not you! Although you seem awlfully suspicous!"

So you're going to vote for That Guy then? Alrite... Death Tally: That Guy- 2 Everone else- 0

With flourish, "Greetings, fair Mod of Accursed Forums!"

Your in no position to be pointing fingers That Guy, Especially because of what I know, No you see you have no way of knowing what I am, But you know I'm not the Mafia don't you... What? What are you looking at? You can't do anything... If I die tonight, then suspicion will be thrown on you. I know what you are, That Guy. And I can fuck with you. I've told people, or maybe a certain person has told me, what you are. Even If I don't die, I still cast suspicion on you. People will start thinking. My good friends aren't stupid. People will see. Am I bluffing? You have no idea. I'm sorry That Guy, I loved you on Futurama, but justice has to be brought. ------------------------- TL/DR: I vote to kill That Guy This is turning into a bit of a drama, Isn't it.

Long story... Actually its a short story, But I don't want to get into it...

It's still going on right now. Its getting alittle wierd in the chat though...

Happy Brony Day Everyone!

Happy Brony day everyone! That's Right! July 15 = Official Holiday dedicated to us! Do you have a Holiday Epsilon? Don't forget about the Brony Movie Night guys! http://dinkypage.com/bronystate 6:00 pm est There's also a preshow on right now. Here's the lineup: http://www.dinkypage.com/bronystate-home

Movie night tomorrow

Zombie werewolves... What? Don't look at me like that!

Banned because I don't condone animatizating

Did you know you can never see yourself blink?

Banned because he did post HIS own text

Who here knew that one day giant lumberjacks would chop down trees and drink cheap cyanide filled Koolaid and go to Epsilon's planet of chicken and sweet tea and guns that shoot boolets? Not only do cows eat grass but also they jump over the moon and leave ponies in rest. It was very nonsensical and confusing, only /b/ could possibly make less sense than the chaotic, random, ambiguous Gordon Freeman's dream. The G-man woke up to a de-railed thread on a very sad day. He was wearing a very expensive diamond encrusted tie and suit with a dark blue pair of socks. His fashion sense was very pimpin'. Everyone was jelly whenever the G-man would roll up into a ball and derail this thread. G-man then got into his purple limousine and drove into a Lake. G-man drowned, but his suit was made of ice cream That froze into a million pieces. Many treasure hunters search for G-man's suit shards but stop because they get very hungry for potatoes and decide to return to idaho. G-man survived though, but his purple limousine got eaten by a wild grue with laser beams. G-man took out his explosive briefcase and threw it at an unsuspecting robotic ghost dragon. Gordon Freeman helped by crowbaring a flying scout's mother and red spy. Any other day Gordon would simply would be busy collecting human skulls, but today he went to crate to crowbar it. The crate exploded, and out came a BLU Pyro. The Pyro's muffled voice yelled, "ICE TO MEET YOU!" "..." Gordon Freeman replied, and crowbarred Pyro in the oxygen tank, causing a large explosion, but Gordon's HEV only saved Gordon and a village

Attempt to outrun it while listening to City Escape.

LOL! I'm laughing for real right now! !?!?!?!?!?!?! John Madden!