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FlyingWarhorse
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Dixie_Wolf wrote:
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My wife and I think that a puppet might be the best solution for Pride. That, or a

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very short (shorter than the rest of the crew) and thin girl might be able to pull it off.

They've actually got one of those. Err... the latter, anyways. Haha. Convincing is the problem.


Well, hopefully I get to see the pics at some point!

By the way, since you seem to know about FMA: Brotherhood, that's how I got my screen name.

Riza Hawkeye = Hawk = Flying
Colonel Mustang = Fights in wars and has a last name that refers to a horse = Warhorse

Figured it was appropriate, considering the wife and I both went after the box, not just me.

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FlyingWarhorse wrote:
Well, hopefully I get to see the pics at some point!

By the way, since you seem to know about FMA: Brotherhood, that's how I got my screen name.

Riza Hawkeye = Hawk = Flying
Colonel Mustang = Fights in wars and has a last name that refers to a horse = Warhorse

Figured it was appropriate, considering the wife and I both went after the box, not just me.

Very appropriate! Haha

Honestly, most of my knowledge about Brotherhood is through those friends, though. I've "watched" a few episodes, but always while doing something else at the same time (like I do with every show except The Walking Dead XD).

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quitthecarnival
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 		So I had the craziest dream last night and it felt so real. I fell asleep last night listening to Animal Collective and thinking about the TILT tweet, so of course EMH invades my dream with crazy ass shit.
So in my dream, you had to put a dash or a colon (you could choose) between the channel and the title of a Youtube video or something. So I discovered some crazy morse code shit when you took those dashes and "tilted" the colons for every EMH video. I can't remember what it spelled out, but it was like the most important hint ever and it made everyone freak out. The only thing I remember is it had to do with HABIT and Corenthal.
If only EMH was that easy though...

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quitthecarnival wrote:
So I had the craziest dream last night and it felt so real. I fell asleep last night listening to Animal Collective and thinking about the TILT tweet, so of course EMH invades my dream with crazy ass shit.
So in my dream, you had to put a dash or a colon (you could choose) between the channel and the title of a Youtube video or something. So I discovered some crazy morse code shit when you took those dashes and "tilted" the colons for every EMH video. I can't remember what it spelled out, but it was like the most important hint ever and it made everyone freak out. The only thing I remember is it had to do with HABIT and Corenthal.
If only EMH was that easy though...


Ten bucks the next phantom tweet will be "- OR : ?"

(I must have an EMH dream of my own soon)

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 		So.. who's ready for dat dere Popeye's chicken tomorrow? Louisiana fast!!

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quitthecarnival
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Volcanic wrote:
Ten bucks the next phantom tweet will be "- OR : ?"

(I must have an EMH dream of my own soon)


Noooo! I can't remember what the actual message was, but it was NOT GOOD.
And be careful with those EMH dreams. I've had a few and they're getting progressively weirder. But that's not suprising because I've always had incredibly vivid bizarre dreams. I had this reoccuring dream when I was really young (like 3 or 4) that's always stayed with me for some reason. It was about zombie robots (try wrapping your head around that) rampaging through a city.
I should start a dream journal.

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quitthecarnival wrote:
I had this reoccuring dream when I was really young (like 3 or 4) that's always stayed with me for some reason. It was about zombie robots (try wrapping your head around that) rampaging through a city.


Don't worry, man. In fourth grade or so- I still remember a lot of this perfectly- I had a dream where zombies were all over for no reason. I just sort of strolled through my elementary school, and they were everywhere. Then when I walked out the front door I was in my Grandma's kitchen and there were two there, and I hit them with something and that seemed to kill them. Dream ended there. Pretty weird for an eight-year-old.

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Gerdef wrote:
Really? You're shocked that on an internet forum for ARGs, there's a lot of nerds/geeks?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selection_bias


not surprised, just happy. there are very few geeks/nerds where i go to college so it's kind of boring and there is no one to talk about this sort of stuff with XD kindred spirits are nice to come across :/

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quitthecarnival wrote:
I should start a dream journal.

I do, too. Confused I had a really weird dream earlier about towing a magical flying whale to the beach in Alabama. I fell asleep thinking about Red Dead Redemption & Norman Reedus, too. It makes no sense. Haha.

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SiticHybrid wrote:
OH GOD.

You know that trope about ... living pictures? or whatever. .. apply that to power point presentation...

I mean... imagine.. clicking through, seeing a picture slowly shifting into something both more sinister... and aware of you watching it.. and yet you can't stop clicking.


Why must i suck at putting my ideas into practice?


As you sit down in the room full of your peers and colleagues, you smell the waft of coffee from the styrofoam cup in your right hand. You recline and notice the projector has been turned on and the speaker is affably speaking to some of the senior faculty at the front of the room while the clock winds down to 3:15 PM.

You sip the coffee, its bitter taste playing over your tongue. You forgot to put creamer in it. The speaker begins his presentation as everyone sits; his power point presentation begins. As he clicks through the slides and speaks, you feel an unsettling sort of feeling washing over you. Did you forget to start a data run? Did you leave your office unlocked?

It's only on slide five that you realize the source of your discomfort: the power point slides. As you look around the room, no one else seems to notice your plight. No one, that is, but the presentation. At first it's little things that disquiet you: a bit of text changing font here, or the background color changing shade slightly.

Slide six springs into your mind. Even when you blink you can still see it, seared into your very soul. The eyes covering the slide stare; they stare into you, through you. You are as nothing before Powezatoth, mad god of presentations. Slides seven and eight bring forth images of mechanical space elves, made of shimmering triangles, great blossoming five dimension flowers of which you can only see small projections of intruding into our pitiful three-dimensional reality. Slide nine returns to normal. The chemical reaction networks are all as they should be.

Slide ten, why did the presenter click to it? It's the same as slide nine, only everything is bleeding dark ichor, the very black blood of the Earth weeping from the screen. It pools on the floor, foul and blasphemous, corrupted. The great eye of the world cracks open with a peal of maddened earth laughter, rocks clattering and shattering on each other as the entire world spins. A cacophonous voice declares, He comes. Then the presentation ends with the speaker clicking to his final slide, showing his acknowledgements and thanks to others. "Any questions?"

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elizibar wrote:
SiticHybrid wrote:
OH GOD.

You know that trope about ... living pictures? or whatever. .. apply that to power point presentation...

I mean... imagine.. clicking through, seeing a picture slowly shifting into something both more sinister... and aware of you watching it.. and yet you can't stop clicking.


Why must i suck at putting my ideas into practice?


As you sit down in the room full of your peers and colleagues, you smell the waft of coffee from the styrofoam cup in your right hand. You recline and notice the projector has been turned on and the speaker is affably speaking to some of the senior faculty at the front of the room while the clock winds down to 3:15 PM.

You sip the coffee, its bitter taste playing over your tongue. You forgot to put creamer in it. The speaker begins his presentation as everyone sits; his power point presentation begins. As he clicks through the slides and speaks, you feel an unsettling sort of feeling washing over you. Did you forget to start a data run? Did you leave your office unlocked?

It's only on slide five that you realize the source of your discomfort: the power point slides. As you look around the room, no one else seems to notice your plight. No one, that is, but the presentation. At first it's little things that disquiet you: a bit of text changing font here, or the background color changing shade slightly.

Slide six springs into your mind. Even when you blink you can still see it, seared into your very soul. The eyes covering the slide stare; they stare into you, through you. You are as nothing before Powezatoth, mad god of presentations. Slides seven and eight bring forth images of mechanical space elves, made of shimmering triangles, great blossoming five dimension flowers of which you can only see small projections of intruding into our pitiful three-dimensional reality. Slide nine returns to normal. The chemical reaction networks are all as they should be.

Slide ten, why did the presenter click to it? It's the same as slide nine, only everything is bleeding dark ichor, the very black blood of the Earth weeping from the screen. It pools on the floor, foul and blasphemous, corrupted. The great eye of the world cracks open with a peal of maddened earth laughter, rocks clattering and shattering on each other as the entire world spins. A cacophonous voice declares, He comes. Then the presentation ends with the speaker clicking to his final slide, showing his acknowledgements and thanks to others. "Any questions?"


Then, you look over and see Evan and Vince......... Twisted Evil

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quitthecarnival
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Volcanic wrote:
quitthecarnival wrote:
I had this reoccuring dream when I was really young (like 3 or 4) that's always stayed with me for some reason. It was about zombie robots (try wrapping your head around that) rampaging through a city.


Don't worry, man. In fourth grade or so- I still remember a lot of this perfectly- I had a dream where zombies were all over for no reason. I just sort of strolled through my elementary school, and they were everywhere. Then when I walked out the front door I was in my Grandma's kitchen and there were two there, and I hit them with something and that seemed to kill them. Dream ended there. Pretty weird for an eight-year-old.


Well that's interesting. Zombie dreams are kinda fun.
I was subjected to a lot of scary movies at a young age (but for some reason I wasn't allowed to watch the Sixth Sense then) so a lot of the dreams that stick with me from then are paranormal. I saw Scream and the Poltergeist at 6. Scream for some reason triggered a dream I had where my cat was an vampire who was trying to kill me. Yeah.

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 		I've actually given a Powerpoint presentation where I made the background color gradually become less saturated. I don't think anybody noticed, but then there were only eight or nine slides, so it didn't change much.

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 		(Picture a swarm of paparazzis and news reporters swarming a faceless Mr. Rogers.)

Mattwan! Mattwan! Mr. Mattwan!

Mr. Mattwan! How does it feel to have started a trend of disturbing, faceless avatars?!

Mattwan: ........

Mr. Mattwan! Mattwan! How long do you think this trend will continue?

Mattwan: .........

(All the reporters were reported missing in the next week.)

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SiticHybrid
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elizibar wrote:
SiticHybrid wrote:
OH GOD.

You know that trope about ... living pictures? or whatever. .. apply that to power point presentation...

I mean... imagine.. clicking through, seeing a picture slowly shifting into something both more sinister... and aware of you watching it.. and yet you can't stop clicking.


Why must i suck at putting my ideas into practice?


As you sit down in the room full of your peers and colleagues, you smell the waft of coffee from the styrofoam cup in your right hand. You recline and notice the projector has been turned on and the speaker is affably speaking to some of the senior faculty at the front of the room while the clock winds down to 3:15 PM.

You sip the coffee, its bitter taste playing over your tongue. You forgot to put creamer in it. The speaker begins his presentation as everyone sits; his power point presentation begins. As he clicks through the slides and speaks, you feel an unsettling sort of feeling washing over you. Did you forget to start a data run? Did you leave your office unlocked?

It's only on slide five that you realize the source of your discomfort: the power point slides. As you look around the room, no one else seems to notice your plight. No one, that is, but the presentation. At first it's little things that disquiet you: a bit of text changing font here, or the background color changing shade slightly.

Slide six springs into your mind. Even when you blink you can still see it, seared into your very soul. The eyes covering the slide stare; they stare into you, through you. You are as nothing before Powezatoth, mad god of presentations. Slides seven and eight bring forth images of mechanical space elves, made of shimmering triangles, great blossoming five dimension flowers of which you can only see small projections of intruding into our pitiful three-dimensional reality. Slide nine returns to normal. The chemical reaction networks are all as they should be.

Slide ten, why did the presenter click to it? It's the same as slide nine, only everything is bleeding dark ichor, the very black blood of the Earth weeping from the screen. It pools on the floor, foul and blasphemous, corrupted. The great eye of the world cracks open with a peal of maddened earth laughter, rocks clattering and shattering on each other as the entire world spins. A cacophonous voice declares, He comes. Then the presentation ends with the speaker clicking to his final slide, showing his acknowledgements and thanks to others. "Any questions?"


Are you female? WIll you marry me?

I wish i had some way to realize the vision i'd orginally had in my head when i came up with this... but alas. i have not a camera. or photoshop etc skills.. or.. anything.

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