Post by Garra Desalmados on Sept 18, 2013 18:38:06 GMT -5
[10:09:00 PM] Ryan Pearce: There is a god.
[10:09:08 PM] Ryan Pearce: I got two sodas for the price of one
[10:09:11 PM] Ryan Pearce: That never happens to me
Grateful for little miracles that make bad shit a little less bad.
I'm grateful I live within 3 blocks of a Little Ceasars pizza ($5 pizza for those who don't know) and a store that sells generic brand 3 litter (yes, three litter) bottles of soda for $1 or higher quality generic brands, the type with too much syrup in them thats actually better than name brand, that are .75 per 2l. I subsist on two litters and cheap pizza and my contempt for things.
Also when I go to the mall on the way there is a small rural type store thats just plugged into the highway because god knows why, but right outside of it are various soda machines of name brand products at reduced prices than normal. The most important machine being the 35 cent Faygo can machine. The .35 Faygo machine is like a god to me, I will punch the nearest person if I drive by and miss it because I forgot to bring change or something.
I try to buy soda from it everytime I go past it and I have brought others into the fold of my new cult worshiping it. Few know of its existence. Soon...
Soon they will realize the error of their ways...
Also the machine rarely has the flavor you actually want so its like a test of faith. You pushed the button for Strawberry but the Faygo god is displeased with you, the only flavor available is Lime. Repent and perhaps they will restock with more desirable flavors at a later date. Know that Faygo god watches your actions and rewards you through his agent of the 35 cent Faygo machine. Do not displease him or Lime will be the least of your worries...
Instead all that will be left is Diet Pepsi in the adjacent machine.
Got Fridays and Saturdays off. In a cottage where easy is redefined. And a pay raise. And I'm not in trouble (yet) for calling out. Oh and there might be a possible (lolshesmine) Lady Friend in my future. Karma, about damn time dude.
Post by Colin Arascain on Nov 15, 2013 18:54:15 GMT -5
I'm grateful to all of you for being such ridiculously good writers. I'm in 10+ threads and have been here for ~10 months and still haven't run out of people I want to write with. Thank you, Bleach Gotei, both for giving me an outlet to write with people I've known for many years, and for introducing me to people just as fantastic and talented.
Because as I sit here, staring at the slowly opening hole in my ceiling from a leak that was supposed to have been professionally repaired, I'm reminded that there's still nowhere else I'd rather be. It's just. It's somehow fucking hilarious that we're so bad at being adults, but that we've somehow managed as long as we have.
I find myself most thankful for what little family I have; my brother and his two AMAZING kids. Where would I be if not for them? Who would I be? Can't begin to recall the amount of times I've stayed up at night wondering that. It scares me because I think I'd be an even more spiteful, angry individual then what I already am. I'm grateful that my brother has shown an immense amount of patience over the years dealing with my moodiness, ups and downs, and indecisiveness. I love you more than I could ever love anyone else. Thank you for everything you've done to help me get to where I am now.
Seireitei is crumbling and the Gotei is a shell of its former self. Ravaged by the plague, the surviving Shinigami struggle to maintain the balance, but with so few of them left, the work is taxing and their fortress-city has fallen to neglect. Spread thin across all fronts, their diminished presence has been noted by friend and foe alike.
The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
On Earth, all seems well—but there is a war being fought in the shadows as the mortals find themselves lacking the protection they once had and so sorely need. The Quincy, having realized the oppressive specter of the Shinigami is no more, are flourishing, and are fighting the Hollow-breeds with renewed vigor.