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[SalmonGod]

How SD card get pragnent?

[USEC_OFFICER]

I don't get what running and lore have to do with homosexuality.

[Kadzar]

So my doctor is Spiderman?

[SalmonGod]

I'd like to turn a profit out of marriage, thank you.

[Vector]

"That's not what you were saying last night.  Last night you were saying "If I die from this, please let the family know the death was not dignified."  I guess you were hoping for a sword?

[Kadzar]

there are no arguments against consuming delicious children soup

[Graknorke]

I went from vehicular pedocide to a giant mound of flaming dead children. Therefore, best way to kill off an entire school full of children is with arson.

[Eric Blank]

That's... probably pretty true. I never really trusted the school fire drills, though. As a kid I thought they always just wanted us to remain calm while dying. Next best thing would probably be distributing toxic gases through the ventilation, or poisoning the food. And the cooks dont even touch the food for any reason other than to reheat it; it's all pre-prepared.

[Helgoland]

Barbed wire, grenades, and a chokepoint. They'll trample themselves to death.

[Mr Space Cat]

so every time I walked outside it looked like one of those Disney musical numbers, except with wolves zombears and moosen.

[Loud Whispers]

All of Bay12, even the lurkers with no accounts, gets together and sings a grand opera for all time. The forums go cold due to the lack of anyone visiting. Toady, left with no audience for his masterpiece, begins to get discouraged, and donations from users stop. He takes down the site, and cancels production on Dwarf Fortress. We keep singing, for days on end, of the lifeless forums and the forgotten wonder that is DF, until one by one we drop into death, forever removed from this realm. The opera, once bright and happy at its beginning, speaking of mad exploits of Ciro and Sankis, turns dark, lamenting the death of our unique place on the internet, one nigh empty of trolling, and longing for what could have been a massive revolution to gaming, and a testament to what a single man can accomplish. When, mercifully, the opera does end, it is the fat lady who sings, though not at a soprano pitch, but instead as a mere whimper as she too slips into death.

[SalmonGod]

All of Bay12, even the lurkers with no accounts, gets together and sings a grand opera for all time. The forums go cold due to the lack of anyone visiting. Toady, left with no audience for his masterpiece, begins to get discouraged, and donations from users stop. He takes down the site, and cancels production on Dwarf Fortress. We keep singing, for days on end, of the lifeless forums and the forgotten wonder that is DF, until one by one we drop into death, forever removed from this realm. The opera, once bright and happy at its beginning, speaking of mad exploits of Ciro and Sankis, turns dark, lamenting the death of our unique place on the internet, one nigh empty of trolling, and longing for what could have been a massive revolution to gaming, and a testament to what a single man can accomplish. When, mercifully, the opera does end, it is the fat lady who sings, though not at a soprano pitch, but instead as a mere whimper as she too slips into death.

I cry evertim 

[612DwarfAvenue]

All of Bay12, even the lurkers with no accounts, gets together and sings a grand opera for all time. The forums go cold due to the lack of anyone visiting. Toady, left with no audience for his masterpiece, begins to get discouraged, and donations from users stop. He takes down the site, and cancels production on Dwarf Fortress. We keep singing, for days on end, of the lifeless forums and the forgotten wonder that is DF, until one by one we drop into death, forever removed from this realm. The opera, once bright and happy at its beginning, speaking of mad exploits of Ciro and Sankis, turns dark, lamenting the death of our unique place on the internet, one nigh empty of trolling, and longing for what could have been a massive revolution to gaming, and a testament to what a single man can accomplish. When, mercifully, the opera does end, it is the fat lady who sings, though not at a soprano pitch, but instead as a mere whimper as she too slips into death.

The feels.

[Avis-Mergulus]

A sto-sto-storm cloud looks like a great Shintô priest octopus too.
The sun is surprised by it, and cooks it all up,
And the floating takoyaki gets eaten by a dinosaur!1
...[...]...
I'm in a really good mood,
And there's nothing but happiness in the world!
I'm in love with everything,
And there's nothing but joy in the world!
I'm the world's happiest person!
I'm the world's greatest genius!

[Iceblaster]

There's so many farty monsters in here.