There's this short clip of a woman holding a baby goat bleating its head off, and the man behind the camera says, "Don't you yell at your mother." Goat: "BLEEEAAAHHHH!" Man: "You think that's funny??" Goat: "Bleah."
There's this short clip of a woman holding a baby goat bleating its head off, and the man behind the camera says, "Don't you yell at your mother." Goat: "BLEEEAAAHHHH!" Man: "You think that's funny??" Goat: "Bleah."
It's my "Runner" story, I did a bunch of different slangs based off MB expressions and stuff. Practically every character in the story had their own way of talking.
Why, did you get turned into a fish recently or something?
Huh. That's actually pretty cool. How many users here use that kind of slang to this day?
Well, the artificial lungs they installed in me were based partially on fish tech.
It was interesting to write, that's for sure. Hard to keep track of all of them. None of them, except me, but I was the guy without slang.
The only good vegetable is a dead vegetable. I don't have a particular affinity for morale points.
Because live vegetables are a big no-no. Well, it's not as if we have a gift shop where you can exchange your points for "I LIKE FRODO" T-shirts or anything!
They make me paranoid. WHY THE BRICKS DON'T WE? O_o
To say the least, we didn’t get directly down to gaming. I had a million questions to answer. Of course, the biggest one was “how?” How had I gotten so good, so fast? What was my secret?
All would be revealed in due time. But, obviously, I wasn’t playing in any immersion rig. They were left to puzzle it over to themselves as we finally settled in, running through levels en masse.
The one person who had no questions, though, was Celeste. She remained silently apart from the group, and the expression on her face spelled trouble. She looked hurt. Betrayed. Sick to the stomach.
I wasn’t exactly sure where I had gone wrong. I mean, besides turning out to be a celebrity she had a crush on. My mind was distracted while we gamed, but I still held my own as a champion gamer, even if my mind was elsewhere.
We wrapped up a couple hours later. Lots of the guys were planning on staying later, so I settled in deeper and wondered about the possibility of a power drink or something.
And then I noticed Celeste heading for the door, bag over her shoulder. I shoved my laptop to the side, and dashed after her. I chased her out of the room and down the stairs, only catching her right outside the door. It was raining outside, of course. The scene couldn’t have been completely miserable without rain soaking through my tennis shoes. And she looked miserable.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Dumb question.” She snorted, wiping at her nose.
“Well, I’m dumb.” I shrugged. “What’s the answer?”
“You’re TheGreatCon!” She burst out, rain soaking into her clothes.
“Yeah.” I said. “And…?”
“You never told me!” She said.
“It was never the right time.”
“You had a lot of right times, mister.” She countered vehemently. “A whole lot of them better than just now!”
“I just wanted, to, you know, get the pic, and, I had sort of been planning this for a while…”
She sniffed. “You had your own little plan, and didn’t once consider how it’d make me feel, did you?”
“Well, actually, we predicted you’d flip, so we weren’t far off.”
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How many users here use that kind of slang to this day? 
Anyways, I shall work on forging some posthaste.