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That's the opening you dingus.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmNnzIIbeQw


Also diebuster's ending was great but you won't find it on youtube anywhere, unmodified at least. Macross Delta's ending also DOESN'T EXIST ANYWHERE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"How do I draw hands holy shit this isn't in the old show I can't make anything new!"

Can we die now

Both

There's nothing there, and I don't even have you on steam

Add me then.

Why haven't you let me do this to you

Punches soup and explodes

Warforged? Lv1 Name: space robot

Will make the character sheet later (Or soon depending on how long I have until all this starts)

Are we still making characters or did I miss everything ;~;

Yeah suck it me

I can't wait for everyone who says overwatch is just tf2 to buy overwatch and shut up

Can confirm both my parents were English majors and they are both unemployed.

Possibly my favorite thing to hear (except it sucks people are unemployed)

Anytime aquabird.

Could you draw the titty just a bit rounder next time by the way?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zA73K-oG62U

 

Where's the spoiler where you have a character sheet all printed out and millions of scribbles to go with it

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I thought this was a good jape but then it was real

[cum]

"Yeth!" cried zwimmy (pronounced thwĭ·mmî), her little lisp echoing cutely throughout the dark, dank, dangerous forest. "DDs!" she shouted, a bit too loudly, and removed the highly protective bikini armor from the perfect chest, and fastened them to her own perfect chest, which they barely covered, before looking back inside. "And a Dragon Dildo™!" she gasped. Things were looking up for the lvl 3 Milk Elf, who was still a bit sore from her last random encounter with a party of Ass Goblins, but her luck seemed to have taken a turn for the better since she bought that "T-Totally Not Cursed!" ankle bracelet from a hooded forest merchant named Bam Yasi. Yeth, she thought, soon the Nine Erogenous Zones of Goddess would once again be peaceful, no longer fearing invasion from time-traveling interdimensional hentai tentacles which kept forcing their way through the Three Wormholes of the North and South Caverns. After all, she was the chosen one. I mean, seriously, why else would her village have picked her to journey into the Thorny Woods as their Sacrificial Hero? Most girls her age just got sent as maidens, suckers. A special title had been fabricated for zwimmy, as becoming a hero had been a dream of hers since childhood. She was going to save Goddess, or the ass wasn't fat (and the ass was always fat where she came from), she knew it, especially now that she was buffed with minus 3 luck.

When suddenly...

...a sharp whistling pierced Bamyasi's ears as if a wasp hovered by his ear canals.
Bamyasi wrenched his neck in the direction of the whistling. Standing in the doorway was Julia Roberts' legs from the 80s (late 80s ie mystic pizza era), in all their disembodied splendor.
"I didn't order these!" ejaculated Bam. "Oh wait." He pruned over his email receipts and found that he had ordered Julia Roberts' legs from the 80s. The receipt was wedged between a personal thank you letter from Donald Trump for campaign donations and a conspiracy theory newsletter. "Yeah, I did order these."
"Hey there," said Julia Roberts' legs from the 80s, in a sultry, weirdly masculine tone. "You lookin' for a good time, sweetie?"
Bamyasi tried to imagine how the legs were speaking, being that they were literally just legs, and it didn't take his imagination long to regret that choice of thoughts. He stood up and yanked down his boxers. His manhood flopped out like an antique accordion, wrinkled and oddly colored. He beckoned for Julia Roberts' legs to come in, and she navigated through heaps of expensive anime figurines and unopened boxes of condoms to where Bam sat, semi-erect.

Not long after Bam Yasi got fucked off his ass with Julia Roberts' legs, a small scream could be heard and echoed throughout the land. Zwimmy laughed, hearing the scream and using her milk elf ears to determine the exact circumference of the screamer's penis. "HAHA oh wow it's that small, I'm glad I didn't notice sooner or I would've been killed by how cute it was up close." Just then, Zwimmy noticed she was ontop of a "no more please" trap and fell into the dimension of used memes, never to return. The expert who laid the trap smiled, having hidden in a tree in a very protective mankini made from the finest silk imported from japan by play-asia. His name was Artul, a very effeminate man who's muscles and muscle bulged hard under his fat belly. Preparing to speak, every syllable must be flexed out of his very arousing wind hole and with extreme prejudice. "WHAT-NHG-A-NHGHGH-FINE-NGHHGHGH-TR-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-AP." His voice soon gave out, unable to speak for the remaining 69 years of his life.

Then...