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RZSS Graymalkin Wrangling
- Dec 11, 2019
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Friday be like.....
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I'M RELEVANT?????Why specifically Sunday? Why not Friday? Are you going soft on us now that you're relevant?
Whoever smelt it, dealt it.No, a smelt is a small carnivorous mammal like a stoat
because I knew it was fishyMade you google!
Didn't realise they had a stalker at the Warriors. Hope Brayden locks his windows every night...Brayden existed in a perpetual twilight. Not of the day, but of the soul. The lines on his face, etched deeper than his years warranted, were a map of a past he desperately wished to forget. Every sunrise was a cruel reminder, a searing light on a landscape of horrors. Sleep, a fragile refuge, was haunted by fragmented memories - whispers in a dead language, the metallic tang of blood, the sensation of cold steel scraping bone.
He lived a solitary life, a ghost in a bustling city. The cacophony of human interaction was a white noise that couldn't drown out the screams locked in his head. He worked at a menial job, his hands, once nimble and strong, now moved with a dull efficiency. His apartment was a spartan cell, devoid of anything personal. No photographs, no trinkets, nothing to anchor him to a life he no longer re```cognized.
One day, a stray cat found its way to his windowsill, a scrawny, tattered creature with eyes that mirrored his own haunted depths. Brayden, hesitant at first, found himself drawn to its vulnerability. He started leaving out scraps of food, the first flicker of warmth in his desolate existence. The cat, cautious at first, eventually ventured in, the silence broken by its soft purr. He named it Shadow, a fitting companion for a man who lived in the perpetual darkness of his memories.
One evening, as Brayden sat hunched over, a tremor ran through him. A single word, spoken in that dead language, ripped through the years, shattering the fragile dam of his sanity. He doubled over, a guttural moan escaping his lips. Shadow, sensing his distress, nudged his hand, a silent plea for comfort.
In that moment, staring into the cat's unwavering gaze, a horrifying truth dawned on Brayden. Death, the sweet oblivion he craved, wouldn't erase the scars. It would only leave Shadow alone, another victim of his cursed existence.
A new resolve hardened his gaze. He couldn't forget, not entirely. But he could choose to exist for something more than just his own suffering. He would learn to live with the darkness, not surrender to it. He would protect the fragile light that had found him in the stray cat's purr.
The path wouldn't be easy. Every day would be a battle against the demons of his past. But for the first time in years, Brayden faced the dawn with a sliver of newfound hope. He would carry the weight of his past, but he wouldn't let it crush him. He would exist, not just survive, for the sake of the small creature who had dared to offer him a sliver of warmth in the desolate wasteland of his soul.
A stoat = stubborn goatNo, a smelt is a small carnivorous mammal like a stoat
If it keeps happening to you then maybe you are the screaming baby?I think it's a rule of the universe that there must always be at least 1 screaming baby on every aircraft
I hear le Simpson (otherwise known as Mr Simpleson) is looking to forge a new identity, back to basics and a simpler equation next year.We dream of simpler things.
I hear le Simpson (otherwise known as Mr Simpleson) is looking to forge a new identity, back to basics and a simpler equation next year.
You need Thruppence for his thoughtsPenny for your thoughts Grand Uncle Horace
(Dinsdale I'm using the penny that I didn't give to Piggy Smalls)
The Best thing about having Simpson on your team, is the free Hungry Jacks.
Bonus points if you can positively ID the beach in the background of the below.
Accurate ranking is accurate.My thoughts?
1. Average Hamburgers > Daylight > Hungry Jacks > Not Foods > maccas
I shall reserve judgement on Norf until after 5pm tomorrow.2. The inner Norf of the Simpson Chappy is beyond blatantly latent.
Dinsdale has your book been translated into Etruscan?3. It is disturbing that a number of posters are failing to observe the new rule introduced by hero admin Elton Johns Wig . The rule is clear - every Wednesday is Simpson free day. There is to be no references, avatars, gifs etc to Simpsons of any kind. *
He'll spend it on booze & hookers, and waste the rest.
He had a good run.* Cubs2Lions is on his last warning before his account is fired into the sun.
No, I've only just finished the Swahili version.