Delaney King (She/Her/Whomst)

I was gonna start a demotivational speaker service. But... eh.

Mon Mothma: Many Bothans died to bring us this information.

*solemn silence*

Mon Mothma: But... these are rookie numbers. You gotta pump up the amount of Bothans killed.

Kokoro on Swanson street.

Can I get a "hell yeah" for my partner who has nursed me through several days of food poisoning?

Better than what, though?

I am suffering severe food poisoning. I feel like a tube of toothpase somebody stomped on.

I have never met anyone who could give a teal argument for that split in practical gameplay terms

Clearly, with great power comes no responsibility.

Eat the rich. Even the historical ones.

Then he shall see some weird shit. :)

Deck of cards which is just Sean Bean saying "take that yer bastard" (crit success) or "yer daft bugger" (cause a crit fail)

Both alight in indignity.

Well that would have gotten the mustard out.

two men are standing in a room with a machine that says " motion " on the floor ALT: two men are standing in a room with a machine that says " motion " on the floor

Startrek holodecks should have extras doing this shit in the background.

*Unhots your pocket*

I say, you bunch of puffed up peacocks, advance on that gun line, wot wot.

The problem I have with Napoleonic war games is that with their moustaches, jackets and hats everyone just looked like massive wankers.

I need taiko drumming but on my lower back.

Sam: dude, where's my pony?

Frodo: dude.

Sam: duuuude.

Frodo: where did you leave it? You had it at the Watcher At The Gates of Dawn before the Maze of Madness.

Sam: dude.

Bill: Merry Eve Gentlemen, it is I, Bill the Pony, esquire. I have anthropomorphised.

Sam: dude.

Gandalf: I return to you now in your moment of need, not as Gandalf The Grey, but as Mondo Gando- King of White Smoke, Dancer of The Tantra of the Cosmic Snake.

Sam: Dude, you look pandimensional.

Gandalf: Aye, I am now a higher concept.

Frodo: Dude.

Boromir: Mordor isn't a place- it's a dimension beyond our reality, peircing through with its jagged mind teeth.
One will need the strongest herbs and lick the vilest toad ichor.

Elrond: And your soul must have kissed darkness to enter.

Gimli: *toking fat doobie* Its a real bad trip man.

Lord of The Rings but make it Apocalypse Now and Annihilation.

Shit gets progressively trippier and cosmic horror the closer one gets to the tower of Mordor.

Eowyn: I am no man.

Nazgul: I am not letting you into that toilet.

Eowyn: I am no man!

Nazgul: Suuuure. You know, we can always tell.

Eowyn: Fuck sake.

Not if done correctly.

Marriage?

It's one tiddy day.

No, but the school zone is great.

Pray you never find out why