did y’all know heavy speaks much more coherently in the Russian “Meet the Heavy”? it’s a nice touch.
How to fix all problems in Five Nights at Freddy’s. Either that or, y’know, quitting after the first night!
(No, Pirate Cove guy, you don’t get anything. >:C)
We formed the Maximum Relaxo in the server. Taken only moments before a RED demoman blew the other 3 engies to high hell with a caber. (I’m in the Antarctic Researcher)
how to find hidden items: mash and glitch yourself up against everything you see in an area until a command comes up
people hating on nintendo
People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers” your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am.
You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you.
maids, waitresses, janitors, garbage collectors, and construction workers.
In the very next instant, a huge antenna tower used for military transmissions slammed forcefully into the space Carissa had just been standing in.
As he had been heading for Carissa, Kamijou’s body was blown back by an explosive gust of wind. Someone was standing atop the wreckage of the giant antenna that lay in the center of a cloud of sand. The large figure spoke as it looked down on Second Princess Carissa.
“Now you cannot send reckless orders to the British military. They are British citizens. They should not be forced to fire on the capital they should be protecting because of some ruthless dictator.”
“I see. Once again, you bring nothing but trouble!!”
Carissa’s low voice was accompanied by what was likely her most annoyed expression since the coup d’etat began.
The large man jumped down from the antenna tower and stood between Kamijou and Knight Leader.
“It seems I am a bit late. I only have a passing knowledge of science, so it took some time to search out and destroy every military antenna in the area.”
A certain mercenary adjusted his grip on the sword he held that was over 3 meters long.
That mercenary was used to both individual battles and wars between groups and he had finally joined the battle.
As usual, his timing was maddeningly good.
What was Accelerator at that time?
Was he a good person or a villain?
Was he a human or a monster?
Was he of science or of magic?
If you had asked him, he would unhesitatingly have answered as follows: Isn’t that obvious? No other word can describe me other than “me”.
hearin a really shitty pun
makin a really shitty pun