/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

Something I never expected to happen throughout all of this Mlpol-ness was a love of fillies, They're amazing and delightful. Most of the time, but not today.
GOD DAMMIT I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS TODAY. You have some LOUSY FUCKING TIMING, YOU KNOW THAT? YOU BETTER WATCH AFTER THIS MOTHERFUCKER! REEEEEEEEEEEE!

>snaps fingers
Thez, find him.
<Dude he's gone
>FUCKING FIND HIM ;_;
<On it

>>188000
I don't know what happened and I have no wise words to tell but I'm here with love if nothing else. <3

>>188002
Thanks fren

Btw, the line is "down from evertide"

THIS IS FUCKING WHY. IF U WANNA KNOW, THIS IS FUCKING WHY. ISTFG NONE OF YOU. NO, I WILL BOX GOD ON THIS. NOT THESE ONES.
<yer pardon, Ninjas is... compromised for the day ^_^

This is all in honor of beefilly. Ngl, Im a mess

Nevetmind, its fine. He escaped the game. Yes. The one u just lost. No, not stratego.

https://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/41875345
Tribute thread

>bartender flicks her cellphone a couple times
"What?"
[YouTube] Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann OST Sorairo Days FULL VERSION [Embed]

<So how much a the neighbor-cow-burger are we takin?
Im confused by the question. Why divide from a sum 1 quantity?

So this AirBnB cost $160/ night; more than I've ever paid (including one time I got a whole ass house with 2 queen bedrooms, a kitchen, patio, fenced yard,...) but it's an upscale apartment with a balcony, roof pool skyline,... perfect for a chain-smoker. The listing describes the place as having ammenities for children, a kitchen, and on-site garage parking (for a not unreasonable rate). The listing DID say that guests are only to use the master bedroom, and that the room (with the implication being INSIDE) allowed no smoking. So we get here and I talk to Leon, the lady's husband who is working the front desk. That was my first clue, but I missed it. I ask him "Yo the room, I won't be smoking inside,I just wanna hang off the balcony so I'm not driving other guests/residents nuts with my late-night antics.
First, he says "Yeah that's fine, you good. Just make sure to prop one of the chairs against the door so the smoke doesnt seep in, cuz the seals on the sliding door aren't any good. But you can smoke weed too if you want, I do."
So we're like "fucking a". And then I REITERATE my plan to cook up some carnitas (which is fucking ruined btw). She said in messages "You can use the kitchen and the pots, pans, just clean up before you leave." I mention this to Leon, who says "If she said it was okay, that's fine."

My beaner and I go back down to get all our shit with a filly fren, at which point I explain "He's just helping us pack all this stuff up, he isn't staying with us (I have a tote full of furry shit, et al).
So we go up and explore the place a bit. This kitchen is fucking PACKED. I've never SEEN an AirBnB so well stocked! They have EVERYTHING.
There's 2 kids beds, theres scooters and a tricycle, and even an electric scooter. I'm blown away, I though I had lucked out.
So we smoke a blunt, and I smoke a few cigarettes (a total of a little over an hour) and we're getting ready to head back to the con. While we're standing in the middle of the living room, Leon just walks right in. I'm like, hold up what? He starts telling me that he can smell the smoke from the hallway, and he has to aire out the room because they live there normally, and all this about "only smoke on the roof patio". I'm like "Okay, sorry, I did exactly what you asked. He gos "Yeah, but its too potent, I'm gonna stay and air the place out. Before you go, can you pick up all this stuff (My fursut, set on nearby furniture, as well as a few bottles of alcohol). Our daughters will be here later.

Hold up,... what? Still didn't click. I'm like "Thats fine, we wont be back until way late. So, we get some stuff for our car, and like an idiot I left my cell phone in the car, still at the place (which is about 4 blocks from the hotel). We realize this halfway to the hotel, but I recall that the phone only had 5% power so I wouldn't be able to use it much without a charging cable, and that assumes there's a wall adaptor (which I don't have with me cuz the room advertized usb ports which there were).
So I go "Nah, I'll just leave it. It will be an excell ent exercise in discipline to go basically the whole night without trying to hyperfixate on my phone every 5 minutes.
So we go off and do a bunch of fun shit, fillies are great, and it was one of the most exciting and genuinely enjoyable experiences I've had since Mixed Nuts. And so at around 1:30 we return to the place.
Now let me picture the scene: The door to the children's bedroom was closed, Leon is sitting on the floor, and his wife is in a robe with a bath towel wrapped around her head, and they're watching TV.

THEY WANTED US TO PAY $160 A NIGHT FOR JUST THE FUCKING MASTER BEDROOM. WHILE THEY WERE SLEEPING IN THE NEXT FUCKING ROOM. WITH THEIR KIDS AN ADDITIONAL DOOR DOWN. AND HE WAS "GOING TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR". OH AND GET THIS! I BROUGHT A BOX OF .38 SPECIAL ALONG WITH THE REQUISTE PIECE. I STASHED THE BOX IN ONE OF MY FURSUIT FEET BEFORE I LEFT. THE BOX WAS FUCKING GONE, AND I LOCKED IT IN THE BEDROOM.

But I digress. She reads me and my friend the riot act about not being able to get ahold of me, about not cleaning the kitchen before leaving (she meant before leaving the APARTMENT, not before leaving DALLAS)m about leaving my shit strewn across the living room, about the nicotine residue that the "few cigarettes I smoked causing tobacco resin on the walls", about NOT using the kitchen, and about having unauthorized guests (which apparently means "ANYONE AT ALL, FOR ANY REASON".
Oh, and they have a no refunds policy.

Those niggers planned this. They planned to be able to sleep in their bed after taking my money and kicking us out. AND WHAT ABOUT THE FUCKING BULLETS?? The piece is secure, but what the fuck???

FUCK AIRBNB

The bartender sits on a stool, inclined forward and propped on the bar. Dour-faced, she observes a random feed from one of the TVs as the front doors (the hell side) CLAP open with the sudden arrival of an anon who is already in the middle of a ranting tirade against someone over a cell phone

"... because thats all it fucking takes. Trust me. I wrote the contract myself. That's right. Look all you have to do is anytime you get a customer, go get yourself a motel nearby so you can be on hand. Oh, right, your husband works there, even better. So after you get those ratings, we'll flip the script on them and evict every additional tenant for whatever reason. We can make them up if we have to. That's right. Of course you can launder the money through your dispensary business! Yes, the one you openly display and tell your husband to be all friendly about to your tenants. Yeah, don't you worry, you'll still be able to sleep at night, and I will too. God bless!" finally ends the man with his fucking phone conversation. The irritation of having to listen to only one side of a conversation when you don't know/care of/for either party.
"Terribly sorry Ma'am,... miss," he says looking up confused, as though he expected to see something other than a cow on the other side of the equation. The bartender's right hand drifts toward her lower back
<Mate, ye done me a solid, naer need te apologize
And she draws the BIGGEST FUCKING HANDCANNON YOU HAVE EVER SEEN.
No, seriously, this was a thing. It was designed to be a single-use (like a flare gun) pistol that fired a 30mm (yes, the one from the vulcan) bullet. That's the one that almost tore her goddamn arm off. It's okay, she also regenerates. In slow motion, she pulls, swivels, and levels this monstrosity.

KAPLOW
Having shot the previous prototype, she had the good sense to not try and actually HOLD the weapon (its more of a pinch between the lower-thumb palm and the forefinger) this version did cut off her forefinger as it spun out of her hand. Regardless, the motherfucking Saul Goodman-ass lawyer who trained/prepped this griefing-ass nigger-bitch just got a faceful of not enough, and someday he's gonna be in my house.

No no, let me explain better, now that I've had an actual night's sleep. The descriptions are just vague ENOUGH and accurate ENOUGH. The pictures are just depictive ENOUGH. I'm sure if I tried to drag it out with airBnB I would end up with more shit in my mouth, as plenty of malevolent and/or skilled and dutiful lawyers have guided these niggers in this process. I have zero confidence that my upset emotions and "clever wit" will be sufficient to get any amount of reimbursement from any party, and that's assuming I have yet located the phone from which to pursue such actions!

Any idea how weird it is for an insomniac to wake up, have to feed his cats, go back to sleep, and have to feed his cats again 12 hours later? And then go back to sleep? Fucking nuts.

Not gonna lie, these niggers were smart. Taking the box of bullets - while a crime - is alot less severe than taking the gun. It deprives me of the ability to reload (assuming I would go postal, which honestly didn't even cross my mind fwiw, as weird as I can be) but avoids the multiple felonies involved with unauthorized possession and/or unloading, as well as privacy and other laws associated with entering my room without cause. They knew there was a gun, I walked in the front door wearing it openly above muh dick; who knows, the presence of the gun may have saved me from a much worse outcome. Yes, it could have caused a much worse outcome, being out of my possession, but thats why next con I'ma have one of those pepper paintball pistols so I don't have to leave shit anywhere (other than the shit I leave everywhere Xp)

>After a whole day of cleaning the bar, just the bartender and purple-anon cleaning, sweeping, and picking up after the "weekend", both parties sit down, enjoying some - for once - earned beer
>The bartender lights a cigarette, as anon types away at his laptop, going through the process of archiving and then wiping his socials
>This is gonna take days, but that's okay
>The bartender looks up
<Oh, yeh, ye fergot me fookin nametag ye limey coont! How am Ah te stab people in the throat when I hug them without it!
>she chortles as he gives her the e_e face
<Ah shoot th' fook up, ye were right
>he smiles agreeingly
<But wha' 'ave ye lairned?
>He sighs
"Always at the hotel. AirBnB is a dice game.
<Aaaaaaaand?
"No alcohol until after the car is packed, no exceptions."
<Aye, boot yer fergettin' somethin'
"And that is? No, I got this. When I fuck up, even with the best of intentions, it brings everyone and everything down. Yes, it was manageable this time, but it could have turned out WAY worse. This cannot be allowed to happen again, and it Will not be. I will take all the necessary time and precaution, treating each con like "Now that that's out of the way, lets spend the next X months planning for the next con with the assistance of an AI because my autistic ass forgets fucking everything. I think that about sums it up."
<Gud
>she tamps out her cigarette
<Ah think ye earned a bowl
>As she packs it, she snickers to herself; he gives her the E_e face
<Ah got te say the line
"Don't"
<Ahm nut a monstar, ahm a MINOTAUR!
"This bitch,...."

Oh! Right! E621
E621 PRIMARILY (aside from the smut site) refers to the following "Requirement" for conventions.
E(veryday) 6(hours of sleep) 2(squareish meals, and) 1(shower, please and for fucks sake).
Through (mostly?) no fault of my own - I'll happily speak to the insomnia and other things - my ratio this weekend went more in the neighborhood of (on average) e1.5.5.5
This isn't bragging (it is a flex tho), this is a statement of determination. I am capable of awesome shit! Dammit!

<Ye knaur them nigger-coonts were jealous cuz ye've got a better knife set than they do
"Thanks, I needed to hear that"

Yes yes, "Im not a monster, I'm a minotaur" is the prevailing theme for this thread and everything going forward. Looking for half-assed RP? This is the thread. Bored and looking for engagement? This is the thread. Trying to pass from the Abyss to the Hells, and think you can barter/negotiate/lie your way through and not get caught? This is the thread. ^_~

Looking at you like you should have seen this coming, the bartender fiddles with her phone.
[YouTube] Maid of Orleans(Trance Mix) Watergate [Embed]

<Ah fook off, ye shouldnt be surprised te find he's a faggit
Don't YOU start! We earned this! You of ALL "people" know what went into that!
I assume none of you know, but Blood and Thunder is like Fairy Tale; the most newbie friendly, but also about to murder a face or two. And Cowie the druid works day and night to be able to throw out the necessary drops. I have a reputation, well earned.

NO!! I'M ANGRY BECAUSE I DONT FEEL I DESERVE IT! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
You bastards ;_;

[Verse]
Cowie the Druid swims all night
<aye, every fookin day
In the Bay of Storms under pale moonlight
Thorium veins with a rich delight
Mining gems till the dawn breaks bright
<Fookin swipers

[Verse 2]
Blood and Thunder plays their tune
<THAT we do!
Guildmates laugh beneath the moon
<Frequently
Arcane crystals and sapphires blue
Hidden treasures for the chosen few
<okay, I had a think, and I honestly don't know how many people I've saved. Like, that's my thing; here, take this, don't die.

[Chorus]
In the water's deep embrace
Cowie finds her special place
Gems and ore in a fluid race
A druid's calm in nature's grace
<It keeps people in the fight, thats what its about

[Verse 3]
Storms that roar with mighty clash
Waves and winds in a wild bash
Mined with purpose gems that flash
Thorium veins with a golden splash

[Bridge]
Underneath the world's harsh glare
Cowie delves with utmost care
Riches found but none to spare
<So true, I'm always the one dying
For the druid who braves the stormy air

[Verse 4]
Night is long but she's not weary
Sea's as wild as a fabled fairy
Mining deep where it's quite scary
Filling bags in a quest so merry

>riches found but none to spare, for the druid who braves the stormy air
Ngl, that one gets me in the feels

Okay, I don't know how this nigger is doing it, but he made a second album.
https://suno.com/playlist/1f671d50-0b51-4f5d-b462-b1b11500eaee
In this album we ask the ever-important question: Who's running floor spec?

<CAN I FOOKIN DO IT
yes e_e
<I'm gonna drag it fookin out
Yes e_e
<Ah git te tell ye I told ye so
Yes e_e
Alright, Ah (runs off)
Oh, you're gonna complain to me about absurd? Please

This nigger won't stop ;_;
https://suno.com/playlist/0c5a182f-fc05-454d-89d9-4b43a64f9fd2

*deep cigarette sounds*

But not tonight
https://suno.com/song/9bfb4c0a-273e-4953-93b8-92bc66d01542

Usuallly healing, but tonight shes tanking

<My my, have ye seen the weather report?
Yep. 100% chance of thunder

<Remember that dude we knew back in the day? MotherChode? He was quite the character
Salud, where and if ever you are chode

>The bartender expressionlessly wipes a glass, as that purple-faced shit bangs his way in the front door
"I promise, I'm not here to say Mares again, I came to grab my keys. I AM going to SAY Mares Mares Mares Mares, but I came for these. Also Mares,"
>he says, scooping the keys off the table with a jingle
>turning to the bartender he nods singularly and says
"Mares,"
>before sprightly exiting the building
>the bartender sighs and lights her last cigarette
<He's been like this since the cup, both cuz the 3rd star and cuz marefair

"I love pegasus vagina" The man with the fully erect penis and no pants said in a casual tone, while stroking his massive cock.

Neglectfully unsaged
Also while this is happening
https://suno.com/song/9bfb4c0a-273e-4953-93b8-92bc66d01542
<Shut the FOOK up and do what ah tell ye

>the bartender glances to the purple-faced nigger, who's halfway into a deli sandwich, in spite of the hour
<Ye knaurr Winter Wrap Up just got an unescapable head-canon upgrade. Like, we gotta watch outselves when this song plays
Yep, all in