wat

[DarkUnderlord]

wat

 

[v1rus]

 

[Darth Roxor]

Aleksander Wat was the pen name of Aleksander Chwat (1 May 1900 – 29 July 1967), a Polish poet, writer, art theoretician, memorist, and one of the precursors of the Polish futurism movement in the early 1920s, considered to be one of the more important Polish writers of the mid 20th century. In 1959, he emigrated to France and in 1963 relocated to the United States, where he worked at the Center for Slavic and East European Studies of the University of California, Berkeley.

 

[Jenkem]

 

[Konjad]

 

[whydoibother]

 

[Clockwork Knight]

 

[Gahbreeil]

[Image]

?

 

[Jenkem]

how long until Crispy comes in here and starts embiggening himself?

 

[Lady Error]

West Africa Time definitely needs its own topic on the Codex.

 

[Don Peste]

RPGCodex's body was found. But neither our gang nor their gang got the credit. In the end we decided that an anonymous phone-call was the best thing to do. We headed home. And although many thoughts raced through our minds we barely spoke. We walked through the night and made it back to RPGWatch a little past five o'clock on Sunday morning, the day before Labor Day. We'd only been gone two days. But somehow the forum seemed different. Smaller.
As time went on we saw less and less of DU and Twiglard until eventually they became just two more faces in the halls. That happens sometimes. Friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant. I heard that DU got married out of High-school, had four kids and is now the forklift operator at the Arsenal Lumberyard. Twiglard tried several times to get into the Army but his eyes and his ear kept him out. The last I heard, he'd spent some time in jail. He was now doing odd jobs around RPGWatch.
Infinitron did get out. He enrolled in the College-courses with me. And although it was hard he gutted it out like he always did. He went on to College and eventually became a lawyer. Last week he entered a fast food restaurant. Just ahead of him, two men got into an argument. One of them pulled a knife. Infi who would always make the best peace tried to break it up. He was stabbed in the throat. He died almost instantly. Although I haven't seen him in more than ten years I know I'll miss him forever. I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anybody?

 

[Falksi]

Wat with a silent "T"?

 

[Hag]

wat

wut ?

 

[moleman]

wat

So wat might it be? Or perhaps DU has a stroke? Should someone call for an ambulance?

 

[whydoibother]

wat

So wat might it be? Or perhaps DU has a stroke? Should someone call for an ambulance?

I think its something to do with Twig and an FBI agent arguing over child pornography. He watted his pants so hard, it spilled over into a new thread.

 

[moleman]

wat

So wat might it be? Or perhaps DU has a stroke? Should someone call for an ambulance?

I think its something to do with Twig and an FBI agent arguing over child pornography. He watted his pants so hard, it spilled over into a new thread.

Could be possible. But I think I'm going with the stroke-thing.

 

[Modron]

Too soon man.

Edit for Spectacle's what?: that grandma is dead a couple years now.

 

[King Crispy]

how long until Crispy comes in here and starts embiggening himself?

 

[Percy]

 

[Aemar]

 

[Monk]

RPGCodex's body was found. But neither our gang nor their gang got the credit. In the end we decided that an anonymous phone-call was the best thing to do. We headed home. And although many thoughts raced through our minds we barely spoke. We walked through the night and made it back to RPGWatch a little past five o'clock on Sunday morning, the day before Labor Day. We'd only been gone two days. But somehow the forum seemed different. Smaller.
As time went on we saw less and less of DU and Twiglard until eventually they became just two more faces in the halls. That happens sometimes. Friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant. I heard that DU got married out of High-school, had four kids and is now the forklift operator at the Arsenal Lumberyard. Twiglard tried several times to get into the Army but his eyes and his ear kept him out. The last I heard, he'd spent some time in jail. He was now doing odd jobs around RPGWatch.
Infinitron did get out. He enrolled in the College-courses with me. And although it was hard he gutted it out like he always did. He went on to College and eventually became a lawyer. Last week he entered a fast food restaurant. Just ahead of him, two men got into an argument. One of them pulled a knife. Infi who would always make the best peace tried to break it up. He was stabbed in the throat. He died almost instantly. Although I haven't seen him in more than ten years I know I'll miss him forever. I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anybody?

Reminds me of Stand by Me.

 

[Zarniwoop]

lolwut

 

[Maxie]

 

[Jvegi]

Yes, ban Twiglard and every other pedo.

 

[yellowcake]

Aleksander Wat was the pen name of Aleksander Chwat (1 May 1900 – 29 July 1967), a Polish poet, writer, art theoretician, memorist, and one of the precursors of the Polish futurism movement in the early 1920s, considered to be one of the more important Polish writers of the mid 20th century. In 1959, he emigrated to France and in 1963 relocated to the United States, where he worked at the Center for Slavic and East European Studies of the University of California, Berkeley.

His translation of Brothers Karamazow is indeed excellent.