If it weren’t for the fact that only one of us could become Miss Korea, do you think we could have been friends? If not for the same year, 1997… if we had competed in different years, would we still be at each other’s throat like this?
Ryan, you’re Luke Skywalker. You’re battling Greg, who’s Darth Vader. When space adventurer Lando Calrissian, Wayne, comes in to help. Colin keeps entering as other Star Wars characters. The trick is, every time they speak they have to use these exact number of words. Greg, you can only and always have to use 2 words, Colin you always have to use 3 words, Ryan you always have to use 4 words, Wayne you always have to use 5 words.
Anonymous asked: This is an incredibly dumb question, but I’m tired of racking my brain until I’m afraid to post, could you possibly write a brief explanation on commas? High school had successfully ingrained in my mind that commas are a sin, along with the word ‘said’. To this very day I hesitate on whether a comma is needed, and it severely hinders my ability to enjoy rping.
I am a genuine sinner when it comes to commas. I use commas everywhere. I use commas in my sleep. I’m pretty sure, if God were watching, he’d ask, “What the fuck is with that kid and his commas??? I didn’t make you like this?!?” He did not make me like this, I just came out that way. Originally the issue is a lot of kids do run-on sentences with them so killing commas saved lives. An entire 3 page paper with no periods and 300 commas? That was a thing. If you use commas right though, ain’t no harm to them.
This and “said”, is not a sin. “Said” was considered, for the brief period in which we all went to school, some kind of darkness because REPETITION IS HORRIBLE, but it turns out our brains completely zap it out of our consciousness. Jumps right over it. The bigger stumbling block is coming up with a ton of new ways to say “said”, which can sound fucking stupid, and totally makes conversations glitchy to read. Use “said”, it is a good word. It’s an honest word. It’s a word that works like background noises, sometimes the sound of the fan drives someone nuts, but usually we all just ignore it instead. Someone who doesn’t like fan noises ever existing and wanted to eradicate them eternally, however, yelled about “said” and fucked up an entire generation with a fear they don’t need.
Confession time - I found myself misting up a little over Lotus’ death in ep 51. She was a horrible person who caused a lot of misery to our heroes, but she was dealt a crappy hand in life and she did genuinely love her son.
How fitting that she died sacrificing herself for him.
some cleverly chosen snips from the Paging Doctors Bondevik and Kohlersequel…
I think,” Matthias said very slowly, as if he needed to taste each
word that passed through his lips, “I am finally ready to tell you
what happened while I was in Africa.” He was met with only silence,
but he squeezed Lukas’ hand, the gentle, physical reminder that Lukas
was right beside him. The sounds of the hospital around them seemed
to drift away, like the whole building was holding its breath while
he searched for where to start his story, which words he should use…
Lusaka, Zambia – several years ago
It was strange how everything still looked exactly the same despite
Matthias’ world having so recently been brought to its knees. How
could all of these people around him carry on with their daily lives
when his best friend had just been shot right in front of him? Where
were all of the people going in their cars with their smiling faces,
oblivious to the monumental event that just took place only a few
hours ago? How come nobody had stopped what they were doing for just
one fucking moment to let the city fall silent so Matthias could
It hadn’t even properly hit him yet; he refused to believe it.
Any moment now he was going to blink and shake his head and she’d be
sitting opposite him in the coffee shop, laughing at how easily he
fell into his silly daydreams.
“Thinking about the good doctor back home?” she’d tease, lightly
slapping him on the arm from across the little cafe table. “I don’t
know why you left a man that was willing to put up with the likes of
you!” She’d laugh lightly while Mattias rubbed the back of his
“I really did get lucky, didn’t I?” he’d say, the blush creeping
up his neck and into his cheeks. “I really miss him…” The look
in Thandiwe’s eyes would soften and the hand that had just hit him
would reach out and lace their fingers together.
“I know, munandi,” she’d whisper, squeezing his hand.
Matthias shook his head and blinked his eyes several times,
readjusting to the reality around him, watching the traffic in front
of his apartment. His bag was heavy on his shoulders and he let it
fall to the ground while he contemplated what to do next. His
passport was burning a hole in his back pocket and he considered
calling a taxi and going straight to the airport – straight home to
Lukas. He’d have some explaining to do, of course, for turning up
early and without warning…
While he was pondering what to do and where to go and how exactly
he’d explain himself to Lukas when he turned up unannounced, he
failed to notice the unmarked van pull up nearby…
One moment Matthias was staring unseeing at the buildings across the
street from his apartment, the next the world was cast into darkness
as something was thrown over his head.
Matthias screamed from inside the dark fabric, the air around his
mouth already hot and thick, before something cracked on the back of
his head and he fell away from the world.