Hackie

You realize through deep meditation that you must conquer Japan to open your third eye. You hire Viet Cong Fighters. You conquer all nearby surrounding farms, but you must defeat your greatest Japanese Rival, the Fish man. The Police, lead by your Brother-in-law has began an investigation into your illegal Sake labs! What do?

You have returned to your farm. You are far more wise, and you begin to feel your third eye beginning to open. You have the most rice. No-one has as much rice as you. You reflect on your life, smiling knowing though you have accomplished much, the world is still a ripe rice-ball, ready to be conquered .

oh whoops, ooh. i dropped my h'reeiequecat breed tajaran that i use for my steaming erp

>implying rules can stop you from erping

You have farmed rice. You are swimming in the rice. You survived the Vietnam War, becoming the famed, 'Rice Man' for your efforts to provide rice to the Viet Kong. Also smuggling Kalishnakovs. At the cost of losing your right eye. You stop anime before it happens. At the cost of a ringfinger in the battle. You return to your rice field, and welcome many motherfuckers. What do?

You are a Japanese Rice Farmer What do?

I lean against the nearby wall, and smoke a cigarette while shouting sardonic taunts.

I can explain myself, I saw oh god why. And I thought this was a cringe thread.

Robustness can be split into three major categories. Mechanics, Knowledge and Perception. Mechanics is how well you can function in combat, dodging, shooting and smacking. Knowledge is your ability to know what item is more valuable, good hostage positions, how many hits you can take with certain armor. And, as a foot note of minor importance is Perception. Basically your ability to know when to apply your knowledge and mechanics for optimal effect. You can not declare yourself robust. It is a title of respect given by others to acknowledge 'hey this go is pritty gud'

Voxstep is now canon. "OH MY SHINEY!" *bass drops* *autotuned KIKIKIs ensue

Oh god why. Why, please stop this. Hide your eyes, oh god.

I shitpost but I don't get the joke.

that offends my birdsona hivbe

hello God does not hate furries! heh he is one himself.... why else would it be Dog backwards? or maybe you were too busy masterbaiting over pre-teen school boys to notice? The 2nd amendment grants us the right to free speech. and God says "Love thy neighbour" so who the hell are you to try to deny us of that right? What you may not know is that even firefighters, police persons and servicemen and women may be furries. will you turn down thier assistance when you're in need? when your single living apartment is on fire and or being robbed who you gonna call? If a fireman turns up you know to be a furry will you send him/her away? WILL YOU HECK! "Please! save my crappy house with my soup-for-one because the world hates be for being a closed minded tosser!" says you! Or when WW3 comes and the Taliban has you hostage with a sweet snuggles (with any luck) will you turn down the assistance for the 3rd Fox Unit just because of their name? i bet you wont use Mozzilla Firefox as internet either! the world laughs at you! ha ha fu**ing ha! eat my shite and suck on my tail!

your profile pic is dumb

maybe if i try enough, maybe i can have off topic

I'm waiting...

Please, no. Why.

First, take a big step back... and literally, FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! I don't know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you're trying to pull here, but Asia Jack is my territory. So whatever you're thinking, you'd better think again! Otherwise I'm gonna have to head down there and I will rain down an un-Godly fucking firestorm upon you! You're gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I'm talking scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!

Who is this dude, and why.

Mmm, nothing better than eugenics, amirite.

More like sweet kisses amirite

Space Marines are wimps I could beat them in a 1v1.

Ave Victorium!

I'll give you a sweet snuggle. A snuggle of DEATH.