Current Residence: Houston, TX
Favourite genre of music: Rock/Metal
Beachmaster>You are Tiptup, a sea fluffy with blue top fluff and white belly fluff.Beachmaster by LordAtomosk
>You live in a bay by the sea, with your herd.
>It can be very dangerous, with all the many many monsters that live in the sea.
>But your herd stays in the shallow areas near the beaches.
>The really big monsters usually don't go into the bay, since it's too shallow for them.
>There's a part of the beach nearby where humans like to swim, but your herd keeps far away.
>Sometimes when a fluffy gets too close, a human catches them.
>Most of the time, they never come back.
>It's sad when that happens. You don't want to lose your friends.
>You spend your days swimming around, playing and looking for seaweed and other yummy things to eat.
>Once in a while, you and other herd friends will go swimming out into the Deep Waters beyond the bay in search of squiddies and other nummies that can't be found in the bay.
>If it weren't for your herd's leader, Blackeye, you'd have almost nothing to complain about.
>He's a very big
Lost Your Marbles>”Daddy?”Lost Your Marbles by LordAtomosk
>”Why put bwudda in gwound?”
>You and your surviving fluffy pony, Marble, are sitting in your TV room.
>You had just come in from burying the body of his dear brother, Pumpernickel.
>It was a real shame, too.
>You had told them 3 times not to chew on you computer's power cord
>Both of them promised they wouldn't, but the day after, you had come home to find Pumpernickel trying to eat the 'fwoow skettis'.
>To Marble's credit, he had been trying to get his brother to stop, but Pumpernickel was always strong headed.
>That is to say, he was stubborn and easily forgetful.
>Apparently a lethal combination.
>The incident actually occurred while you were out making a run to Office Depot for a floor cable cover to keep Pumpernickel from being able to access the cord so easily.
>Looking back, it's your fault for leaving it out in the open and just trusting your fluffy ponies to not mess with it.
>If you wouldn't do it with a baby, you
Yard InvasionYard Invasion by LordAtomosk
>Be a guy.
>Should probably provide a bit more background than that, but....eh.
>It's the weekend, you don't have time for that.
>The sun's out, so you're just chilling on your lawn chair, sipping on a vodka lemonade at 12 in the afternoon.
>It's the weekend, shut up.
>You're catching some sun, drinking some booze, enjoying the free time.
>You sit up.
>Oh joy. Fluffies.
>A whole herd of them. By your count, about 15, not counting babies.
>They got in though the many gaps and rotten beams in your fence.
>Sure seems like a lot of people with terrible fences get invaded by wild fluffies.
>One would think that it'd be easy to place cinder blocks around the edge or something.
>You see a puke green unicorn approach, his cheeks puffed.
>Oh wonderful. A 'smarty friend'.
>You don't relish making a call to the fluffy exterminator, but I guess you'll have to.
>”Let me guess. This is your land now, you want me to leave.”
>To your surprise, the flu
Russian FluffyRussian Fluffy by LordAtomosk
>Be lowly fluff pony in glorious nation Russia
>Coming back to safe place carrying old potato
>Is truly feast, will feed babies and special friend for many dark times
>Am rolling potato down wintry streets
>Winds of motherland sting harsh like apology sticks off KGB
>By which mean of course is you who is apologizing.
>State comrades never need apologize. Glory to motherland!
>Potato rolls along street when fall into small crack
>Now potato stuck in middle
>Try to pull potato with all your might, hear rumbling
>Manage to free potato as rumbling get closer
>See treads of glorious military tank keep our lands free of capitalism and religion
>You are in government lane! Potato has led you astray
>Heavy tank rolls over small fluffy, turning back legs into red mush, like mumma's borscht
>The pain is enormous, like love for communist party.
>Tank ignore fluffy and continue on.
>You breath sigh relief.
>Could have received many beatings for being in government lane
>Oh no! Potato is gone!
What is Transformers: Age of Extinction about?
Nothing. It's about nothing.
But it's three hours long. How can it be about nothing?
Because Michael Bay has somehow perfected his technique of turning a major summer action movie blockbuster into a high school graduation. It's three long hours of things happening that you don't care about. Oh, sure, eventually the person you're there to see will be called to the stage (likely this student's name is Grimlock) and you'll be excited to see him get his moment of recognition, and then the rest of these goddamn kids you don't know or care about have to get their diploma too. Even though Transformers 4 has less of certain problems that have plagued the live-action franchise, watching it is an obligation, a joyless, interminable slog where all you do is wait for Grimlock to get his diploma, metaphorically speaking, and go home and have a beer.