I was in my teenage years and had become addicted to a game called rust. soon I would play for hours at a time and never have any friends over because they were all gone and all my friends were on the game with me. soon I found what came to be my favorite and least favorite server. at first I tried to build a base but was quickly killed by the common smirf clan nearby. I respawned only to die over and over again by new spawns. I soon learned there ways and acceled in it, I spent no time building and just killed spawns nearby all day for days on end it was extreme fun. of course I played other servers but none had I played so vividly. I became so good I joined a group that played rust all day and nothing else. soon my addiction had gotten me in trouble with the server admin and he told me that I was cheating and tried to ban me luckly I had hacker friends who could get me back in. soon on a crisp evening, I heard three loud knocks on the door. next thing I knew I could only hear a tinnng sound in my ear and only saw white. seconds after I hear over the sounds of the tingling that my door busted down. a deep said in a loud shout get on the floor and everybody walk the dinosaur.
Always love seeing this. As a pure math major I end up frequently talking to people who love to talk about how great the world would be without Christianity
>>"drunken master"-esque crouching autist style of hookup
>tfw you know what Lovecraft knew and you were forced to burn his findings and can't tell anybody and you know you will die never knowing if you made the right choice
Damn, how can one not feel the physical need to step on a pure white virginal flower such as that and see it destroyed only to be deeply shaken afterwards?
I have this vision of this girl walking in on a porn set full of niggers with their dongs out wondering where the white woman at asking them what's going on with a heartwarming, friendly smile and if they've ever read anything by Charles Dickens. I will come only after every inch of her now expressionless face and hair are covered in their cum and silent tears run down her cheeks mixing in the cum, only then I will shot my load, starting to feel depressed immediately after the orgasm is gone.
I wish someday I'll be able to say thingslike these in public, censoring myself drives me insane.
65% relatable, and that's if i'm lying to myself.
Spook posting is the only good thing to come out of /lit/ and the Harry Potter pasta.
This is a /tv/ joke that some /tv/ guy on /lit/ made better.
You people have no sense of humor. This is probably because most of you here are from Tumblr, are Marxist/leftist/SJW. People are are so far up their own arse, so superficial and vain, that they have no real understanding of introspection which is the essence of humor.
>thinks that spook posts and Harry Potter pastas are the only comical thing to come out of /lit/
>randomly lashes out in butt frustrated manner at communists.
>Claims to know what is and isn't funny
Off to gulag with this one.
>You people have no sense of humor. This is probably because most of you here are from Tumblr, are Marxist/leftist/SJW.
Sorry about not thinking nigger, faggot and jew jokes are the pinnacle of humor.
What the fuck is genre fiction.
Is it just exactly the same as lit, except it's just blindly copying the traits and worn narrative turns of others in its genre without trying to say anything itself?
Because I know that fantasy is meant to be genre fiction. But I also know that nothing inherent to fantasy makes it different to any other kind of book, other than the fact that those within it are supernatural/not of this Earth (you know what I mean). And that does not effect the quality of a work.