Noah was right about the flood. That was his redemption ark.
"Every position must be held to the last man: there must be no retirement. With our backs to the wall and believing in the justice of our cause, each one of us must fight on to the end."
Earl Douglas Haig, Order to the British Army, 12 April 1918
So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since the former it is not, and the latter are no more.
Me either. Being eaten by a catfish freaks me out.
Ferefire: Arya probably should have the admin powers to give out admin powers
Pirate Timelord: I mean, Arya is Arya, but not Arya?
Bert: Help me make sense of this, Timelord.
Pirate Timelord: They're both now Schrodinger's Arya's' Both accounts both being and not being Arya.
No no its because they can grow to be the size of an automobile. Theyre like a redneck version of Moby Dick!
Ferefire: Arya probably should have the admin powers to give out admin powers
Pirate Timelord: I mean, Arya is Arya, but not Arya?
Bert: Help me make sense of this, Timelord.
Pirate Timelord: They're both now Schrodinger's Arya's' Both accounts both being and not being Arya.
Ferefire: Arya probably should have the admin powers to give out admin powers
Pirate Timelord: I mean, Arya is Arya, but not Arya?
Bert: Help me make sense of this, Timelord.
Pirate Timelord: They're both now Schrodinger's Arya's' Both accounts both being and not being Arya.
I think we've uncovered one of those fetishes. MoV in the rubber catfish suit, lights low, careless whisper on the hi-fi.
"I grow to the size of an automobile." Mr Vvardenfell said with a look of desire in his eyes as he waved about his fins, stroking those long whiskers. Approaching his prey, who squirmed giddily among the silken sheets which glimmered under the warm glow of flickering candlelight. He hopped closer to the bed, that tail fin keeping his legs held bound together, however Arya could not contain herself anymore. Her hand traced over the outline of her rod, taking a firm grip of the base before the casting off. The hook wedged itself in one of the Catfish's holes, taking a secure bite to ensure her fish was soon to be reeled into her boat.
"Oh Mr Catfish, please..... please don't eat me." Arya whined with a seductive southern twang as she wriggled in her thigh high waders, most of her body hidden under the enormous waterproof stormcoat and fishing hat. She threw a handful of live bait into the open maw of the gulping rubber catfish as she reeled him in, the Redneck Moby Dick encroaching on her position, slipping onto her boat.......
<The inane ramblings continue for 350 more pages but the pages all seem to be stuck together.>
"Every position must be held to the last man: there must be no retirement. With our backs to the wall and believing in the justice of our cause, each one of us must fight on to the end."
Earl Douglas Haig, Order to the British Army, 12 April 1918
So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since the former it is not, and the latter are no more.