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Discussion in 'Real life stuff' started by StarlightFox, Dec 5, 2017.
Yeah Star, sure. We didn't. ;(
People come and go. Don't get too down from it. Sometimes it'll definitely hurt seeing those that you want to stay go but really, just know that eventually you'll find a specific set of people that you can be real with.
i have bad social anxiety so i've always thrown off meeting people lol bc i'm nothing like what i am online to irl
there are literally 2/3 people i wish to meet, and i do not plan on expanding that range because i don't really trust anyone else lol
might be meeting @ShiftyKeyz when i go down to melbourne in jan tho
I met @Kono on my trip to Hawaii. Went and had some fire ramen and cheesecake 3,890 miles away from home with my homie (:
@Saul1337 obvious reasons
@DWG Minecon 2013
@PresidentBacon Minecon 2013
@John_0696 Minecon 2016
@Krewlex soon London 2018
@MisfittedCow fuck yeah
Ran into @trash before we even knew each other ayy
Otherwise nope, let's hope shit happens in 2018 :)
Same. That's how I lost a friend from here, because apparently I was different irl than I was online and that turned 3 years of friendship all of the sudden into nothing anymore.
Dw lol, I sound really posh compared to what I sound like irl
Only @Zak understands me when I speak normally
2,943,059,719 years ago, I consulted a Mortal Path Government official and requested to arrange a meeting with an immortal entity known as the Post Console. He said he could schedule it for AD 4693. I begged him to attempt to figure out a better time, as the fifth millennium would be the last place I’d like to visit. He managed to bring it forward by a mere 2,689 years. I stoically thanked him and waited for the day to come.
As time went by, the Console was losing his power and lessened in use. I had forgotten about the meeting, as the thing I planned it for was long resolved, but I could not cancel it at this point anyway. The Government’s laws turned stricter and stricter as time went on. Soon enough, the Console became history.
When AD 2004 arrived, I was reminded by the same official. I stared at the papers of information about the meeting when I noticed a line of shimmering blue ink on the Console’s personal information, which crossed the field of text regarding his mortal status. Above the crossed out letters, a new word was written in ink: MORTAL INTELLIGENCE.
I looked up and stared at the official. “The Console has been mortalized?”
“Yes,” he replied blankly. “Though he goes by a different name now.”
“What is it?” I asked.
I sighed. “Well, how long will it take to transfer him back?”
The official grinned at me. “Oh, he won’t change mortality. You will.”
It took me a second to realize what he’d meant, but it was too late. Two officials grabbed my arms from behind and placed metal cuffs around my hands. “Mortalize him,” he said, and they took off, leading me in their wake.
“WAIT! I DON’T WANT TO BE MORTALIZED!” I yelled at him. He laughed at me in response.
“The Government has very strict rules, sir. No immortalizing anything without proper termination, and no cancelling any meetings. This is the only way around.”
The officials placed me in the machine, and in a blink of an eye, every dream, every hope, every memory of my immortal identity was wiped from my consciousness, which now became a digital string of data stored on a giant network called the Mortal Realm, or, as its inhabitants called it, the Universe.
Later, I became aware that I had taken control of a young, chubby Jewish human. This particular vessel was intended to be public domain, but I kept it for myself, even though it was illegal. It didn’t matter; the rules of the Government could never contradict themselves. Sometimes I laugh at the way I outsmart the creators of my own reality without even trying.
As for the Post Console, I met him in the form of my human brother, which just so happens to be on the forums as @TheMint, hence why I’m posting my tale here. Our meeting has started almost 14 years ago, and is still running as I type these words. I enjoy this meeting, and I fear the day it would end.
You guys ever thought about getting the group back together?
r1 was litty litty
Litty in Derry City
you too sometimes really the only dude who understands ma lingo
Best little brother I could have wished for.
Post Console approves.
me 2018 :-)))
My group of people I would've loved to meet all left the server, so there's no reason to actually meet people in real life.
We would need a stereotypical American high school in the 70's and a song about falling apart.
Maybe then we can have our movie like ''Start of the crew'' ''Big success of the crew'' ''Falling out of the crew'' ''Getting back together of the crew''
first we would all have to play the same game, but i only play tetris
If only league was still fun.