News from Zulrambe
pretty funny way to escape pkers at new single wildy bosses
A glittering stamp for a feel-good thing
[Happy crab noises]
Beauty that's forever. Gives %{coin_symbol}100 Coins each to the author and the community.
- By - dodko138
A glittering stamp for a feel-good thing
[Happy crab noises]
Beauty that's forever. Gives %{coin_symbol}100 Coins each to the author and the community.
In all fairness, even if you do spend to get those components, they're not that expensive. Me? I just grind scavenging, because I like having extra caroming, ilujankan, biting and whatnot.
Imagine pitching this at a business meeting:
That was A+
I want the full TCG.
I would definitely use that option sometimes.
Did what?
You know...
That "unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series? This game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not. I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them. One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment.
That ๐ "unfortunate" doesn't ๐ begin ๐ฆ to describe ๐๐ my ๐ series? ๐ฐ This game ๐ฎ rewards blind luck ๐ซ๐๐ซ and nothing ๐ซ else, ๐ฟ๐ฉ I ๐คก am ๐น๐ beyond ๐ convinced ๐ค at this point. ๐ After ๐ getting ๐ completely ๐ซ tooled by ๐จ scheduling with my ๐ญ๐ opponent changing ๐ผ times ๐ on ๐ก๐ถ๐น me ๐ last โฟ minute ๐ฅ and refusing to provide ๐ confirmation prior ๐๐ to the day ๐ of the match ๐คท๐ as to play ๐คฃ๐ times, ๐โฐ losing ๐ญ๐ฅ this way ๐ somehow ๐๐ felt ๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ even ๐ worse ๐ฑ๐ท than ๐ป I ๐ก had ๐คง thought ๐ญ possible. ๐ค My โ ๏ธ preparation ๐๐ฟ was superior, ๐ฐ my ๐ฉโ๐ค๐งโ๐ค play ๐คฝโโ๏ธ was superior, ๐ฐ and I ๐ lost, ๐ so I ๐จ don't ๐ โโ๏ธ๐ซ see ๐ a reason ๐ฌ to continue ๐ engaging in ๐๐ฑ an activity ๐๐ป where ๐ what ๐ is within ๐ my ๐๐๐๐๐๐ control ๐ is overwhelmingly outweighed by ๐ท what ๐ is not. ๐ I ๐ฅ am ๐ done โณ with competitive Pokemon, ๐โโโ and you ๐๐ค won't ๐ get 5๏ธโฃ a fond farewell. This community ๐ฐ is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease ๐คข๐งโโ๏ธ that ๐จ๐จ grows ๐ stronger ๐ช over ๐ท time ๐คฃ but ๐ค stops ๐ฏโ short ๐๐ of killing โฑ๏ธ its host. ๐จ Tournaments ๐๐จ๐จ๐จ used ๐ to have ๐๐๐ฝ๐ค๐ถ๐ถ๐ก๐ถ๐ฃ a competitive spirit ๐ป at their ๐ heart, โค this has ๐ been ๐ฆ transplanted and replaced ๐ with an artificial ๐ค organ that ๐๐๐๐ feeds on ๐๐ vitriol and mockery from ๐ insecure little ๐ถ boys ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ฏโโ๏ธ that ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ heckle by ๐ the sidelines and tear ๐น each ๐ other ๐คทโโ๏ธ to shreds ๐ over ๐๐ scraps of attention. โ The environment we ๐ฅ fostered has ๐ trapped us ๐จ all ๐งจ like ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐ฉ this in ๐ฎ a vicious cycle, ๐ฒ and escaping it requires ๐ฃ acceptance of the harshest reality ๐ฏ๐ we ๐ฌ all ๐จ scramble to explain ๐ข away, ๐ that ๐ฉ๐ none ๐ ๐ปโโ๏ธ of the countless straining efforts we ๐ต๐จ put ๐ฅ ourselves through ๐ช here โ will ๐ ever ๐ amount ๐ท๏ธ๐ท๏ธ๐ท๏ธ to one ๐ค๐ฃ single ๐ธ shining ๐ซ glimmer of significance. I ๐ฃ would ๐ช๐ช make ๐ this the end, ๐๐ but ๐ง World ๐ Cup โ is still ๐ฅ ongoing, and I ๐๐ would ๐ฟ never ๐ถ๐ซ leave ๐๐ so many ๐ฌ great ๐ฃ friends ๐ญ out ๐ฌ to dry, ๐ซ๐คง so I'll ๐ suffer ๐๐ฉ through ๐ฒ a few ๐๐ข more โโโโโโโโโ games ๐ฑ for ๐ป them. ๐งโโ๏ธ One โ๏ธ last โฟ thing ๐ฑ before ๐ โโ๏ธ I ๐ง๐ฝ leave ๐๐ you ๐๐ป๐ด๐ป all ๐ค to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, ๐ฅต before โน๏ธโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ดโโ๏ธโน๏ธโโ๏ธ๐๐ปโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ you ๐ฆ do โณ everything ๐ฏ in ๐ your ๐ฉโ๐ผ power ๐๐ to minimize my ๐ธ๐พ words ๐ณ๏ธโ๐ and thoughts, ๐ญ box ๐ฆ them ๐ up ๐ท and shove them ๐ฑ to some ๐คฃ cobwebbed corner ๐ฝ of your ๐ memory, โจ๐ญ๐ง๐ป๐ณ๐ญ and hope ๐ they ๐ disappear forever ๐๐๐ค as a stain on ๐ your ๐ finite time ๐ ground ๐ to dust. From ๐ฎ๐ฃ this moment ๐๐ค on, ๐ nothing ๐ you ๐ say ๐ฉ matters ๐ค๐ฏ to me. ๐ป The foulest insults you ๐ฆ๐ hurl with intent to wound will ๐๐ calmly settle at the earth ๐ before ๐ my ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ป feet, ๐ฃ and the venom you ๐ป๐ spit ๐คค๐ will ๐ซ๐ธ๐ง๐ป bring ๐ all ๐ฏ the pain ๐ช of a warm ๐ summer ๐ breeze. You ๐ are less ๐ than ๐ฝ๐ฐ anything ๐ฏ you ๐ can ๐ท conceive, while โณ๐ถ I ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฃ carry ๐ on, ๐ brimming with joy ๐ distilled from ๐ฅ๐ฐ detachment.
Qual a moral da tira?
Simps
Jagex no longer does anything that doesn't benefit them somehow directly. Sure, it's a company, their time is worth money, but the business plan is very predatory.
This is me and I will die on this hill.
It's a genocide then
I like the theives, but it makes sense.. There's already an option to destroy the Dark Brotherhood, so why not the thieves guild?
I'd actually love that, but through a quest as lengthy as the route to join those guilds, instead of a simple short quest, kinda like a imperial/stormcloak option going on.
One of them doesn't belong
For real, he adapted like a chameleon.
Thatโs sadly a priest cardโฆ
Ok, so, he adapted like Galvadon
Small confession. When I was really young, a friend hooked me up with a pokemon silver ROM. It was glitched and I couldn't beat the team rocket before 8th gym (it would crash right after you'd use the card in the radio tower), however, I still loved the game and would continue playing it, somehow went as far as absolutely possible without beating the team rocket that one last time.
How did you get polities if you didnโt know about trade evos?
Pardon me, Poliwhirl
If this is 21st century humor, i'd want to go to the 22st century humor, cuz this isn't funny anymore. It's just karma farmers :25085::28583:
Always has been
Always has been
Good bot
Wide.
A 8x6 kind of guy
48?
Sometimes I really didn't like the comic
Range, Str, Def on cape, Invention on Anachronia
Finger index to flip through posts.
Wait, what? So he was making money out of it or something? I'd say he wanted both.
Down there.
Isso รฉ uma mรบsica do Manoel Gomes caneta azul?
If I remember correctly, that one predator that had a bottle in his pants fixed his drug abuse and got married. Forgot his name now. David something maybe?