*speak in action*

*Previously been duking out the other forum game 'Male vs Female' as the only male (smirks then frowns afterwards)*
 
*comes back from a fun vacation*
*wonders if someone would notice my return*
hmmm..maybe not.. D:
*drinks some coconut juice*
 
*grab sam's hand and suck on poking finger*
*lets go of hand*

*kneel down to tie shoe*
*notice an axe passes by*
 
/me folds paper aeroplanes to fly around the room and randomly hit people
 

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A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?
eatch wrote on Lebedev's profile.