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Member Since 28 Feb 2009
Offline Last Active Nov 29 2012 06:00 PM

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In Topic: The Grammar Nazis

09 January 2012 - 01:02 PM

Crawl into cryo with me. Let's make this sloppy kiss eternal (or until we thaw, because of that star and stuff).

In Topic: The Grammar Nazis

08 January 2012 - 08:46 PM

... I am still giggling like a little school girl over here. Oh, how I have missed these posts. Ladies and gentlemen, this is what we call humour. Well written, ridiculous, yet well-researched humour. You don't even understand the sacrifices this man is willing to give for his work.

PrometheanFlame: Finally posted in the Grazi thread. Sorry that took so long. Hard to do uncensored image searches with your daughter being nosy. :)

He should be more than your Fuhrer, but an idol to look up to. ;)

In Topic: The Grammar Nazis

08 January 2012 - 08:12 PM

Well, it is looking okay, nothing sure yet, but hopefully I am employed again soon - and everything else goes from there. Right now, I am living at my mom's again, which is somewhat odd for all involved, but meh. I don't plan on staying too long at this place. But I am glad I am back to Berlin, on familiar ground again...

In Topic: The Grammar Nazis

08 January 2012 - 08:00 PM

Hey there, good lookin'. I was touched to see you left your avy/sig intact. Actually, I smiled into the cloudy night sky. Also, I am thinking of you as a female. I dunno how long I am staying yet.

In Topic: The Grammar Nazis

08 January 2012 - 07:36 PM

Pondersome, the scientist stepped off the transport truck, adjusting his spotless white lab coat. The proud red armband, sporting the black G on a white background, stuck out like a wound on his white clothing. Ced tilted his head to the right, until his neck gave up faint cracking noises, as fluids between his vertebreas turned into gas under the induced pressure, bubbles formed and popped. His black, thick rubbergloves donned, the ingenious - and infamous - head of the Diabolical Science Division set foot towards the headquarters. Walking down the corridors, guardsmen gave way and stared at the floor, avoiding the cold, mustering glare of the infernal academic. It has been ages ago since the creator of such devious devices as the electrical-fence-watch-dogs and the troll-catapult has walked these hallways, but if he was a known oddity during his active duty, he had only become a rumored legend of controlled and lurking madness in his abscence.

He set foot into the Kommando Zentrale, and he knew who to find there. The man, the visionary, the person who - back then, way back then - already saw his abilities for what they were. The Fuhrer.

"It has been some time, mein Freund. Too much time, to be true."

Ced left his gaze to wander through the room, take in it's attributes and then, the window. Through the reinforced glass pane, stretching the entire office, he could see the parade grounds, where diminished troops still exercised, ever ready to defend the Fatherland from the barbarians. It felt good to be home.