I would never go in there alone with the door only accessible by key. This is nerd rape waiting to happen.
While I've never been into D&D (the rule books and monster manuals can be fun to read, but playing the game itself is boring as shit), I think having a hardcore themed-room for whatever hobby you're really into is pretty fucking cool.
Also, is all the shit on the shelves in that room D&D-related? I mean, that's A LOT of stuff, altough considering how long it's been around, I guess it could be.
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Gymkata: I mean look at da lil playah woblin his way into our hearts in the sig awwwwwww
I would never go in there alone with the door only accessible by key. This is nerd rape waiting to happen.
Yeah, wtf is up with that?
Dolemite, the Bad-Ass King of all Pimps and Hustlers
Gymkata: I mean look at da lil playah woblin his way into our hearts in the sig awwwwwww
When I had my house I started building a room just for steel battalion. It was very small. I framed it out in the basement, put up drywall, then decided to sell the place before it was finished.
I billed it as a bathroom.
I suppose people like you are responsible for these CL ads I keep seeing for for places with "1 1/2" bathrooms.
It was more of a 1/4 bathroom to be honest.
Anyone have a link to the intro movie for Steel Battalion? My Google is weak tonight...
No Leaf Clover
Who am I to fight for,
In this war of attrition.
When I am given little food,
And suffering from malnutrition.
I am given a gun,
Strapped with a mission.
The commando feels confident,
With one clear vision.
One place to go,
Nowhere to hide.
Experiencing hell on earth,
Oh, its going to be a ride.
At long last I am shot,
While hiding in the Land Rover.
Why, oh why,
Did I hold onto this no leaf clover?
I wrote this poem sometime 4 years ago, for a poetry assignment in Grade 11
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With a rhyme like attrition and malnutrition you really can't go wrong.
Yes you can.
Killer poem brah!
You taste like a burger. I don't like you anymore.
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