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My threat and my demands

Fran Posted:

Oh god this looks like a serious threat I’ll post on all my alts so this won’t happen

Game balance changes

Evil Trout Posted:

Well 404 has a refresh of 6, so you can’t use it every turn.

Flipr has a refresh of 2, but you get it at level 15 so it lasts a while.

Finally, avtr has a refresh of 1, meaning you can use it every turn if you can handle the pp.

Huh? I thought Ref 1 meant every other turn. Have I been screwing myself this whole time?

XXS Code help

tehliberator Posted:

everytime I use it it says I can’t use it on that forum. Can I only use it on storyline forums or something? I am not understanding how to use it. Yes Forgive my newfabulous personry. It won’t happen again.

Not really a domination thread, but to answer your question, look next to a thread before you choose it, Should have a column for XSS, then a number for how many it takesAlso, I believe only storyline ones can be XSS’d and then, only specific ones.

Tubmail: CC and Mbum Messages

-XI- Posted:

Is it possible (or not) to have an option in a klan to mbum message every member? Or maybe have an option to use CC?

Isn’t this served as readily by the klan forum?

booty

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Oh. my. ****ing. GOOOOOD!!!

Fran Posted:

They were reverted today, not yesterday. Log in to see images!

Heh, apparently my reading skills are lacking. Log in to see images! (view post)

Felzz sink ideas ; Ponys!

I love ponies!

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For The Children

A Slashfic by Deific Blunder

Bruce heard the security bell chime as someone entered his repair shop. He meandered from the back room to help a potential customer.

“Thweet Lord,” mumbled Bruce seeing the marbled slab of man-meat that had come into his shop. “How can I help you today, thcrumptious? Need thomething repaired or did you need thomething from me?”

“Uh, yeah, I run this company which makes Inspirational Posters for kids, but there’s a problem… The software I designed for it broke and a mutual friend of ours said you were the best in the business when it came to repairs.”

“Well, he thertainly wath a fantabuluth darling for thending you, and of courth, your bithness my way. How did you want to pay for thith?”

“Well, uh, you see, um… Our mutual friend also said that you would accept an, uh, alternative method of payment. You see, the software is designed to let business bumociates attempt to make posters. It’s called the INspirational Creative Input Tool, but unfortunately most of the INCIT users are completely uninspiring and my bank account is worse for the wear.”

As the Adonis explained his predicament a predatory smile grew on Bruce’s lips. He swiftly walked to the shop entrance, threw the deadbolt and strode for the back room, motioning for him to follow. As they stepped into the room, Bruce swung the door shut and began stripping in front of the nervous man.

“Why don’t you get thoth clothes off and get to it, and by it, I mean me… We both know therths no romanth involved here, am I right? Do uth a favor and juth give daddy what he wanth, ok?”

With that, Bruce bent himself over his workbench and waited for the first few tentative touches. They seemed reluctant and unsure.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, thweetheart. Hell, old Bruth would prefer if you juth got rough with him. Okay?”

After what seemed like an eternity, Bruce felt the young man’s male reproductive organ slam home like the Second Coming. Glorious, abrupt, and heralded by angels.

“Oh, yeth honey! Juth like that,” moaned Bruce.

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH,” yelled the young man and started railing him angrily.

“Oh, go baby! Make it tho rough! I love it when you talk dirty, ” Bruce encouraged.

“I’LL KILL YOU, YOU SUNUVA****,” the man raged, clawing at Bruce’s hips, drawing rivulets of blood.

“Oh, thweet Jethuth! Juth like that! Juth a little more,” Bruce cried out.

“AUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH SHUT UP YOU ****ER I’LLKILLYOUANDYOURENTIREFAMILY,” the man spat hatefully driving his male reproductive organ home in an attempt to make it into a murder weapon.

After another moment of pleasured moans and inarticulate tirades, Bruce came across his workbench and stomach, clenching as he did, causing the man to great times in snorts and grunts inside of him. After a moment of panting Bruce looked at the man, smiling again.

“What,” the man asked.

“My turn, thilly,” he said. The man’s eyes sparked angrily before he was mauled by the Bear.

Edit: No pics as of yet. I’ll see what I can do.

Edit: Minor flow error.

Non-Sexual(!) Pictures of Children Thread

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