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SOMEONE CHALLENGE ME.

http://play.typeracer.com/ You can try it out right here. No download or profile creation needed - you can play as a guest and all that. Super fun!!!!!111one

My Dad tried to play it, he came in there saying, "I type all day so this won't be fun, but I can still beat you." He got 34 words per minute. :C

I was thinking of adding it to the screenshot book, but damn. I don't want to mentally scar those who go there. Sigh. Welp. Here it is. I fucking hate all that these people stand for. Why, spehss steshin. Why must you attract these societal disgraces.

I'm just gonna' necropost this thread every once in a while with some high scores I've gotten. Starting off this night, I got this. Fight me, Jackboot.

This is the best game ever. You compete with people to type a paragraph the fastest, complete with w/m timers and little racecars. My best so far has been 117 w/m with 100% Accuracy. Zero mistakes. Woop.

Interestido.

Rustu made me play it. Was not disappointed. Me and him pwned n00bs in a parking complex while all the other four experts on our team stacked against our two enemies. Totally fair.

Also, onto the actual game. I've got a small tyranid army of around Idon'tknowhowmany points. 70 hormagaunts, 40 metal (2rd motherfucking edition, woop - half of them are still in their old ass cases, pristine condition) gargoyles, 40 termagaunts, a carnifex with magnets and green stuff so interchangeable arms and whatnot, an untouched mawlock still in the box, a metal broodlord, and like, 20 genestealers. I used to play, but there were too many god damn figures to paint for tyranids; I finally just got tired of it and stopped altogether. I also have one squad of dire avengers that I just bought to glue and paint. Never finished them either once tyranids got boring to paint. :c

I'm an admin on the Space Station 13 Warhammer server. You guys should come on and check it out, if I'm allowed to ask y'all to come on here. ...We don't enforce any RP and have very relaxed killing rules, since people die all the time in warhammer, but people still RP a lot there. We get the occasional rule-loophole asshat who kills of the server and then says 'But I didn't break any rules' and he's okay to get away with it. Also the guns have 150 shots per magazine, and magazines are as common as cigarettes.

Evelyn backed out of the bar, hopping onto her horse and weaving around the tavern to leave, before noticing the small band of previously seen figures leaving the alley behind it and crossing her path. Narrowing her gaze on all of them, she quickly halted her horse and directed it after them, watching all of the suspicious cloaked renegades and drunkards closely. Unable to communicate with them, she merely slouched and let out a slight huff in relief at the closure of the bar fight, before catching up with the crowd and lightly trotting alongside them on her horse.

Corey Swenson. Cocksucker shaved my head during 3rd period study hall in middle school. Lied to the office about it in 5 different stories. I finally just said 'OKAY, YOU SHIT, YOU'RE LYING.' and they realized he was. Bastard got suspended, finally. Still makes up different versions of the story to people today. Eugh.

Any movie by Quentin Tarantino. The characters are always spectacular and strangely ironic - a mechanic I have always used in making interesting characters here - as well as badass soundtracks and epic action sequences. I can never watch a movie by Quentin Tarantino enough times.

All I remember from Plagueofgripes is the Two Best Friend's Play guys debating if they would fuck reverse of non-reverse mermaids if it would produce a child. Like wadafug. Then again, I only saw one episode.

The Big Lebowski was a fun time, check that out.

Carsandwater. Creator of the RHNB show - where he uses an industrial blowtorch on a nickel ball until it's white hot, and then he drops the ball on barbie dolls, beehives, fruit, etc. Then he shoots the shit out of the end product with experimental slug rounds. Fucking. Awesome.

Yew keeding me m8? Bladerunner was the shiznizzle. Just saw it for the first time, like, a week ago. Totally badass.

I've nearly killed the throne multiples times. Poor Farcry.

Evelyn lifted her head from the table in front of her, glancing around frantically at the developing scene. Cursing under her breath as she watched Jacques barely save his head from being hacked down the middle. Sliding out of her booth, she quickly slid her dagger from her leather boot and charged for the man locked with Jacuqes, slamming into him with all of her force and grunting as she tackled him aside and freed Jacques of his engagement. Quickly stabilizing her grip on the dagger, she smeared the now shouting, burly man's face into the floor as she repeatedly plunged her knife in and out of his neck, growling with each jab. Turning and shooting Jacques a look equivalent to daggers and wiping some spattered blood from her face, she quickly panted out a curse under her breath as she felt another of the drunkards approaching to kill her.

O'Connor jerked his head in the direction of Inis and the augmented female, before shrugging. "Ask Dopey n' Bashful over there. I got no clue." Malcolm thought for a short moment, before turning around and marching down the hallway after the two, Cain close behind. He stood towering over Inis and the augmented-looking human, huffing out a short breath of air. "She say anything else, yet?" He quickly queried, raising one eyebrow and leaning over to peer at the mechanical features of the stranger. "Name? Anything? She from around here...?"

O'Connor simply watched the duo stumble after one another in pitiful xeno fashion, before turning away and marching out the door. He looked around for a brief moment, before shouting out Cain's name once with a guttural growl. He then pointed to the Turian and gestured with his hands for her to come into the house. "Get in. We aren't leavin' this place just yet."

O'Connor stared at the approaching masses in silence, before glancing over quickly at the silhouette of Inis darting into one of the buildings. He quickly took off after her, slamming through the doorway and crashed into her as she began backing away from the other figure. Quickly stabilizing himself, he raised his shotgun to train his aim on the other figure. "Inis!" He growled, freeing his hand from the grip of his weapon to help her to her feet, holding the short shotgun with one hand and jabbing it lightly at the figure in the darkness. "S'this one of those fuckin' things outside? R'they all over, or something!? Inis!?"