[floatingslowly]

gast, let's blow this taco stand and make comics. etc. ok.

[gast30]

ok can you follow me our maybe i can't follow you

[gast30]

i'll start

' a granade is thrown in the changing room of a fashionshow

[floatingslowly]

Sensing danger, the models scatter like rabbits； all except one, one trained in the arts of ninjitsu and psychic mindwar.

[gast30]

she slides toward the granade and breaks her toe
this makes the granade roll on to the catwalk
where the noveau riches are nodding to the models or the clothes
anyway acting like they understand something from the show

[floatingslowly]

The grenade explodes in the hands of a curly-headed man that looks not unlike Ol Dirty Bastard, severing his fingers and leaving pulsing bloody stumps that finely sprays the catwalk crimson.

"Carmine", she whispers to the designers. "The color must be carmine."

[gast30]

after the 'it's raining bodyparts in the east'(and ofcourse when it's raining phedofiles in the west, you remember)
the noveau rich are not impressed
and they show a unhappy face

'what now?' she thinks

[krastian]

 

My new Koenigsegg CCX cop car I just scored on NFS - Hot Pursuit

[gast30]

the model, the one trained in the arts of ninjitsu and psychic mindwar 'flowzoo', gets up and looks out of the window where the granade was trown from
a shadow on a garbige container is the last movement her eyes see on the street

[gast30]

if you like to change the name flowty
let me know
i seen 'gentlemen broncos' today
as beeing his desiple, the greates writer of our time Ronald Chevalier
it could be changed into
flowzianus

[floatingslowly]

"This is too big for me" she mutters, thinking back to that time in Bangladesh, when everything fell into place and the sky rained hand grenades on that cloudless summer night.

"I must gather the team."

With a few quick flips of her wrist, ancient movements taught to her by ancient masters, Flowty begins to broadcast the summons.

[gast30]

a sound of an empty catfoodcan betrays 'black silk', the man who trowed the granade
suddently he sees a laserpoint reflecting on his blacksilk cape
it's a cat with a laser attached on his head

[floatingslowly]

"Mew Mew Mew" said the cat.

"pew pew pew!" goes the laser.

"This cat is obviously not afraid of anything!" Blacksilk screams as his left arm is vaporized.

unbeknownst to him, the cat is part of Laser Team Zero and was there in defense of the models.

Psychic powers are greater than grenades.

[Derek]

http://twitter.com/avanttard

this is crypto yeah?

[gast30]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCoCTkC0oL0

[gast30]

the cat given a last warning and making the sound of 'ppppcccchhhhhyyyyy' to blacksilk is the last things he sees
and runs away to wards the house of his father, an ex-nasa proffesor, who has keeping in secret a basement for forming androids
there he puts his left arm under a scanner where it heals

[SONIC GAIL]

Damn canadian's r at work today. They came to "check" on me.

[EVOLghost]

Im' moving out!!!!! finally....

found a cheap place and currently on the hunt for some furniture and a big ass tv.

Gonna be on frugal mode for a while.

[SONIC GAIL]

better cut down on the herbage

[hevusa]

Originally Posted by SONIC GAIL

better cut down on the herbage

surely there must be other areas that could be scaled back???