The East PacificBoard

The Holy Rat wrote:

i have no idea who "Bambie Thug" (the irish candidate) is and i have no intention of finding out

Fair enough.

Awqnia wrote:

It's from Pakistan.

A country that doesn't interest me in the slightest.

Awqnia wrote:

Finally, something we both agree on.

One thing out of the many things we don't agree on makes no diffrence.

Order of the Saint Dumas wrote:

One thing out of the many things we don't agree on makes no diffrence.

Well, atleast we can agree on something. That's a start.

Love Peace and Friendship wrote:

Idk, I’d ship it.

Huh-

Awqnia wrote:

Well, atleast we can agree on something. That's a start.

Huh-

It's irrelevant. The things we don't outweigh the things we do. It's not a start, it's like rubbing sand on a wound.

Order of the Saint Dumas wrote:

It's irrelevant. The things we don't outweigh the things we do. It's not a start, it's like rubbing sand on a wound.

Why must we butt heads everytime we meet, Dumas?

Order of the Saint Dumas wrote:

Because you are a savage degenerate. It is my moral obligation to the almighty. I shall be the warden of the east and rightiously defend and cleanse the lands of you kind.

It doesn't have to be this way, Dumas, If I am a "savage degenerate" why have you not labeled me as such? I am, what I am Dumas. This is who I am, and who I will always be.

Love Peace and Friendship wrote:

I mean, I'd put them on a boat and let them sail. In the cold north. Where the cold air stings the lungs. Dumas' arms around Awqnia as they face out the bow of the boat, knowing not what they will face but knowing they can endure it no matter what so long as they have each other. Then, the boat hits an iceburg. A jealous rival, broth full of lust for Awqnia, attempts to hold them with a gun. Dumas, in a act of pure selfishness, sacrifices himself, dead to the bullet's edge. Awqnia cries over his collapsed form, stealing one fatal kiss before they sink into the fatal depths.

Some friendship like that.

What in God's name did I just read?

Awqnia wrote:

It doesn't have to be this way, Dumas, If I am a "savage degenerate" why have you not labeled me as such? I am, what I am Dumas. This is who I am, and who I will always be.What in God's name did I just read?

It is your choice to reject God and his will. As long as you reject him I will coldly and steadfastly defend the faith and fight anyone over divine justice.

Many have come before you, I ways defend and overcome.

The Holy Rat wrote:

one must suffer and still be able hold their faith steadfast in their heart to truly appreciate the wonder of the Lord.

Amen Primus Rattus!

Love Peace and Friendship wrote:

I mean, I'd put them on a boat and let them sail. In the cold north. Where the cold air stings the lungs. Dumas' arms around Awqnia as they face out the bow of the boat, knowing not what they will face but knowing they can endure it no matter what so long as they have each other. Then, the boat hits an iceburg. A jealous rival, broth full of lust for Awqnia, attempts to hold them with a gun. Dumas, in a act of pure selfishness, sacrifices himself, dead to the bullet's edge. Awqnia cries over his collapsed form, stealing one fatal kiss before they sink into the fatal depths.

Some friendship like that.

WHAT THE SAM HELL DID I JUST READ YA

Order of the Saint Dumas wrote:

No

YES