btw nasty_wolverine's beautiful image macros have prompted me to abandon the wickedness of my ways and admit I was just writing a silly comment without any particular conceptions about Hellsinker. I am glad it provoked such beauty. Although that is probably awkward to put that word in the same sentence with The Dude and Walter, if it ever has been done before.
GradiusuiraD wrote:hellsinners like you aren't welcome here.
May you be entombed within the Shrine of Farewell for all eternity.
BryanM wrote:You're trapped in a haunted house. There's a ghost. It wants to eat your friends and have sex with your cat. When forced to decide between the lives of your friends and the chastity of your kitty, you choose the cat.
This is why I came here too, only to get beat to the punch... but this thread ain't about graphics, is it? It's about... well, who knows? Guess I can post whatever then. ... I've got nothing else to say.
I think it's a riddle, here's what I solved by now:
Years ago, I was a "collector", I thought I was the toughest kid in the gym, would 1v1 people in Aikido and kick ass. I was full of hate, until I picked a fight with the wrong dude. He was a Japanese exchange student, I still remember his name, Noboru Takeda.
I picked on him because of his hilarious and thick Japanese accent. I told him I was going to beat him so hard, he would go back to China(Yeah, I was a little racist prick.), he never said anything back, made me wanted to kick his ass even harder.
Well, here comes the fight. I perfected wave after wave, he dodged my attacks like I was a mere shitposter. I was tiring out and he knew, I saw the smirk on his face that made me raged hard. I put all my strength in one last wave, and he summoned a boss attack. My hitbox smacked on the hard bullets, as did my pride, and I fainted for who knows how long.
When I woke up I was in my bed, I asked my mom who brought me here, and you guessed it, Noboru Takeda. The next day, he wasn't at the arcade, he was back in Japan, and I never got to thank him, for saving my life and showing me the light. I soon learned that he was a member of the "Touhou is Harder" crew and have been practicing Aikido ever since to show my thanks to him.
I have defeated countless opponents using my Touhou skills, and they always ask me, Why are you so strong?
I answer, I'm not strong, you are.
Aikido uses the strength of the attacker back at them but 10 times stronger(estimate). Using Aikido and I can probably defeat rain reflecting it's droplets right back at it, of course, I'm not going to try it, way to dangerous for any sane person.
I recommend practicing Aikido for every shmup enthusiast, as you all appreciate little girls, and Aikido is specialized for people who want to make little girls beat each other up.
A 50 year old man with cerebral palsy doing Touhou, very touching.
Arguably the most powerful shmup ever written in Japan.
An Aikido practitioner is practically invincible, no one of any shmup background can ever land a hit on one.
Using the power of the attacker, the Aikido practitioner uses absolutely no energy to reflect their bullets.
this post needed it... I am trying to see how much sense i can make in this particular thread with just image macros
My grandfather smoked his entire life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, "If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately." Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three yeras later, he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me, "Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your Grandfather put us through." I agreed. At 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your post gave me cancer anyway.
this post needed it... I am trying to see how much sense i can make in this particular thread with just image macros
My grandfather smoked his entire life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, "If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately." Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three yeras later, he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me, "Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your Grandfather put us through." I agreed. At 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your post gave me cancer anyway.
It's the opening post again, through someone elses account.
beauitful shump
