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ANIME IS BLOOD
Sep 4, 2008

by zen death robot

Otacon posted:

jessica dupre what are your thoughts and/or opinions on the mcrib, please whisper them into my roboear erotically

MY NIGGA HAVE YOU TRIED ASMR

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coolskull
Nov 11, 2007

ANIME IS BLOOD posted:

MY NIGGA HAVE YOU TRIED ASMR

i have a steam copy of ASMR Universe because of a bundle, i'm gonna try it now and let you, personally, know if i get a boner.

get that OUT of my face
Feb 10, 2007

time to dust off the old "flying dicks everywhere" tactic on her second life avatar

I'm Crap
Aug 15, 2001

max4me posted:

This thread caused me to dig up my second probation here which was for misogyny in a failed attempt at a E/N thread. Put me on the bad side of icequeen. I went back and looked at that abortion and this stood out.



Amazing how far we have come.
what ever happened to geckolio, she was an okay poster

bongwizzard
May 19, 2005

Then one day I meet a man,
He came to me and said,
"Hard work good and hard work fine,
but first take care of head"
Grimey Drawer
Where are you guys finding those trippy slow-motion metal cut cutting gifs? I could watch those things all drat day.

Otacon
Aug 13, 2002


i met geckolio IRL

edit: twice i think

Kung Food
Dec 11, 2006

PORN WIZARD
I think we might be going a little too hard on poor Jessica. As a token of good will I dug up some hot, hot erotica for her viewing pleasure. :nws:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpo2UJJswrE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcGnZPh3ZIw
:nws:

Al Cowens
Aug 11, 2004

by WE B Bourgeois
Senpai noticed us.

(USER WAS PUT ON PROBATION FOR THIS POST)

get that OUT of my face
Feb 10, 2007

icequeen was ralp before ralp, in that absolutely nobody liked her as mod

MY PALE GOTH SKIN
Nov 28, 2006


meow
please no one tell William Gibson about this, I liked The Peripheral and am hoping he will write more books, and this might cause him to stroke out

a hole-y ghost
May 10, 2010

MY PALE GOTH SKIN posted:

please no one tell William Gibson about this, I liked The Peripheral and am hoping he will write more books, and this might cause him to stroke out
Damnit now you made me think of William Gibson stroking one out

Vincent Van Goatse
Nov 8, 2006

Enjoy every sandwich.

Smellrose
Mishap on the Trail

Jessica led the way on the trail, her boyfriend Miles struggling to keep up despite his own enviable strength and endurance. He watched her practically dance over patches of rocks and mud, sprinting up steep hills, only to stop and taunt him at the top. “Hey, I thought you were a marathon runner!” she called down through cupped hands, locks of golden blond hair falling loose from her thick, voluminous updo. She let out a charming laugh and then returned to her energetic, bouncy run. His breath was ragged, but the sight of her athletic legs in those running tights, the way the waistband hugged her hips and lower abs, kept him moving. He’d preferred the earlier tests of the Nexus unit’s performance capabilities, if he didn’t say so. She had even brought him breakfast in bed before they’d hit the trails.

Miles glanced at his watch, then touched the comm unit wired to his ear. “Op center, this is Miles. I told you to slow her down a little. Her last mile was under six minutes, and her dermal layer isn’t even producing sweat.”

The operator monitoring Jessica’s systems told Miles that they were having trouble communicating with all of her systems at the moment. The best they could do was initiate a pause, and he could make adjustments manually. “Her performance accelerator might’ve been knocked on high by accident, due to all the jostling.”

“Fine,” Miles said. “Do it.”

Thankfully, Miles picked up his pace for half a mile and then, rounding a corner, found Jessica “resting” at an overlook. He could see for miles from this elevation, and it was almost as beautiful as the sight of Jessica standing still with a blank look on her face, arms by her side, lips slightly parted. He grunted a little, seeing her like that, showing off her thigh gap and toned arms and flat abs in that little purple sports bra. It was almost ridiculous how attractive they’d made her. His arousal grew as he pressed his thumb into the soft area at the base of her skull, held it for four seconds, and watched a thin rectangle appear in Jessica’s breastbone. The patch of skin flipped up like the top of a container, revealing what someone would’ve described as the flat surface of a smartphone. He tapped away, accessing Jessica’s menu, and then toggled her performance settings. Meanwhile, the once cheerful, boastful athlete stared onward, brow slightly furrowed, as if deeply confused by something.

After closing the panel, Miles reactivated the Jessica unit and watched her head rattle for a few seconds during her startup routine. Her eyes blinked several times before focusing on him.

She smiled, “Miles! I think I’m ready to cool down a little now, aren’t you?”

Before he could say anything, she repeated herself, blinking one eye repeatedly. “I think it’s time to cool down now, now, n-n-n-n-ow. Don’t you? Don’t you?” She twisted her hips, pointed her feet toward the trail, and began a comical windup girl strut, straight into a tree.

“Jessica, hold up!” Miles tried to stop her, but it was too late. She crashed into a large oak, tossing her head back like she’d just been punched in the forehead as she shuffled away.

She redirected, but then walked into another tree with the same unsettling results. “Oh, I think I’m ready to cool down now. Don’t you? Don’t you?” Jessica’s torso pitched forward at the hips, then she righted herself, grabbing at her hair as her head rotated back and forth. “Ready to cool down now. Don’t we all? A marathon…I’m now for stretching up, shoes. Yeah?”

Her eyes popped wide open, and for a moment her body spasmed until she seemed to gain control of her limbs. But the she swiveled her upper half in several directions and started to burp smoke. What had Miles done to her? She’d been performing perfectly until now. When Jessica started strutting toward the edge of the overpass, Miles dashed after and caught her by the shoulders, guiding her over to a boulder. She resisted, trying to walk forward and swinging her arms as he pushed her backwards. He kept calling her name, but she didn’t even look at him, as if she were sleep walking.

He pressed down on her collar bones, forcing Jessica into a seated position.

Jessica looked up at him with a bright smile, loose locks of blond hair framing her face as her updo unraveled further. Sun glinted in her glowing blue eyes, almost super-human in their hue. Her beauty still took his breath away. That was, until one of her eyes faded out, then returned with a bright red glow. Her smile turned into a parody as those luscious pink lips sagged down on one side.

“Oh, poo poo,” Miles said, fumbling behind her head for the off switch.

Meanwhile, Jessica’s eyes blinked alternately like a broken animatronic doll. Her head began to vibrate, giving her voice a shallow, shaky sound as she uttered the same few phrases over and over again. “It’s time to cool down. Time to, time to, time to cool down. Don’t you? I’m thought you had were a marathon cool, Miles. I time you marathon was a now-now-now.”

Miles touched his comm unit. “drat it, op man. We’ve got speech parsing errors now. I thought I told you to debug her control panel last time. You did? Well, you screwed it up even worse. I’m going to have to carry her down this drat mountain now.”

Which turned out to be less of a hassle than he liked to let on. He deactivated Jessica just as smoke began to plume from her ears, and there was a good chance they could at least save some of her core processing components and files if they were careful. Otherwise, a malfunction like this one called for a complete disassembly of the torso and cranial unit for inspection and testing. It was really too bad, but maybe they could get her up and running again by the end of the week. He bent down and wrapped his arms around the defunct Jessica unit, lifting her over one shoulder. As he walked down the trail, one hand clapped across the back of her thigh for support, her breasts gently brushing his back as her arms dangled this way and that, he hoped he wouldn’t encounter any other hikers. That would be hard to explain.

Agoat
Dec 4, 2012

I AM BAD AT GAMES
Lipstick Apathy
This thread is lit

glowstick party tonight
Oct 4, 2003

by zen death robot
Much like her lovely blog my lovely posts are free to read

Archer666
Dec 27, 2008
Being a Universal Soldier is my fetish too

underage at the vape shop
May 11, 2011

by Cyrano4747

zen death robot posted:

People still manage to autoban by mistake after 16 years too despite the giant warning saying not to use these tags. No one reads the rules, that's for suckers!

Do you have to pay the $10 if you do this?

Bleusilences
Jun 23, 2004

Be careful for what you wish for.


I am rising the stakes here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNhpKra0AsM

Alan Smithee
Jan 4, 2005


A man becomes preeminent, he's expected to have enthusiasms.

Enthusiasms, enthusiasms...

well you could always not pay and just run away from the spidercock screaming

thathonkey
Jul 17, 2012
ive literally never read the rules to a website and im not going to start now

CrazyLoon
Aug 10, 2015

"..."

thathonkey posted:

ive literally never read the rules to a website and im not going to start now

Dr Cheeto
Mar 2, 2013
Wretched Harp
Screw the rules, I have money

Fur20
Nov 14, 2007

すご▞い!
君は働か░い
フ▙▓ズなんだね!

autoaim.cfg posted:

Since this clueless *special snowflake* is obviously reading this thread while hyperventilating and wetting herself, I'm going to go ahead and quote this again.
Because, as a writer myself, I agree 100% with That Robot. Jesus Christ on a stick, what a self-obsessed talentless hack we've got on our hands here. The mind boggles!

oh poo poo autoaim i ain't seen you in a age, i was worried you had gone to ground because little nicky came at you irl or something

Sponge Baathist
Jan 30, 2010

by FactsAreUseless

bongwizzard posted:

Where are you guys finding those trippy slow-motion metal cut cutting gifs? I could watch those things all drat day.

Lol if you aren't making money watching that poo poo in fast motion

Vincent Van Goatse
Nov 8, 2006

Enjoy every sandwich.

Smellrose

Alan Smithee posted:

well you could always not pay and just run away from the spidercock screaming

The ban screen doesn't use spidercock anymore.

Ransom
Jan 8, 2001

JOLLY RAPIST

ALL-PRO SEXMAN posted:

The ban screen doesn't use spidercock anymore.

Thanks Obama :mad:

Applewhite
Aug 16, 2014

by vyelkin
Nap Ghost
What components did she have in her head that would overheat and smoke like that?

Germstore
Oct 17, 2012

A Serious Candidate For a Serious Time
Sex bots just haven't been the same since they banned lead solder.

Zorodius
Feb 11, 2007

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BUY IT.

Applewhite posted:

What components did she have in her head that would overheat and smoke like that?

her head doubles as a bong

The Skeleton King
Jul 16, 2011

Right now undead are at the top of my shit list. Undead are complete fuckers. Those geists are fuckers. Necromancers are fuckers. Necrosavants are big time fuckers. Skeletons aren't too bad except when they bleed everyone in the company. Zombos are at least not too bad.


If seeing a woman and finding her to be attractive is sexist, then does that mean that oppressive Islamic nations are actually more progressive by forcing women to wear trash bags over their whole body?
Is this why Muslim extremists kill women so often? So that they won't look like they only target men?

It is all clear to me now. ISIS is the true feminists! Praise Allah!

ClamdestineBoyster
Aug 15, 2015
Probation
Can't post for 10 years!

The Skeleton King posted:

If seeing a woman and finding her to be attractive is sexist, then does that mean that oppressive Islamic nations are actually more progressive by forcing women to wear trash bags over their whole body?
Is this why Muslim extremists kill women so often? So that they won't look like they only target men?

It is all clear to me now. ISIS is the true feminists! Praise Allah!

They got like a hooker in hardly any clothes bending over or some poo poo and then they got some guy to shove you if you look at her, even if you are just looking at her because she is a person and not totally eye-loving her. But I don't know, I think I should be able to look at people and find them attractive without getting shoved. :shrug:

Prokhor Zakharov
Dec 31, 2008

This is me as I make another great post


Good luck with your depression!

ALL-PRO SEXMAN posted:

Mishap on the Trail

Jessica led the way on the trail, her boyfriend Miles struggling to keep up despite his own enviable strength and endurance. He watched her practically dance over patches of rocks and mud, sprinting up steep hills, only to stop and taunt him at the top. “Hey, I thought you were a marathon runner!” she called down through cupped hands, locks of golden blond hair falling loose from her thick, voluminous updo. She let out a charming laugh and then returned to her energetic, bouncy run. His breath was ragged, but the sight of her athletic legs in those running tights, the way the waistband hugged her hips and lower abs, kept him moving. He’d preferred the earlier tests of the Nexus unit’s performance capabilities, if he didn’t say so. She had even brought him breakfast in bed before they’d hit the trails.

Miles glanced at his watch, then touched the comm unit wired to his ear. “Op center, this is Miles. I told you to slow her down a little. Her last mile was under six minutes, and her dermal layer isn’t even producing sweat.”

The operator monitoring Jessica’s systems told Miles that they were having trouble communicating with all of her systems at the moment. The best they could do was initiate a pause, and he could make adjustments manually. “Her performance accelerator might’ve been knocked on high by accident, due to all the jostling.”

“Fine,” Miles said. “Do it.”

Thankfully, Miles picked up his pace for half a mile and then, rounding a corner, found Jessica “resting” at an overlook. He could see for miles from this elevation, and it was almost as beautiful as the sight of Jessica standing still with a blank look on her face, arms by her side, lips slightly parted. He grunted a little, seeing her like that, showing off her thigh gap and toned arms and flat abs in that little purple sports bra. It was almost ridiculous how attractive they’d made her. His arousal grew as he pressed his thumb into the soft area at the base of her skull, held it for four seconds, and watched a thin rectangle appear in Jessica’s breastbone. The patch of skin flipped up like the top of a container, revealing what someone would’ve described as the flat surface of a smartphone. He tapped away, accessing Jessica’s menu, and then toggled her performance settings. Meanwhile, the once cheerful, boastful athlete stared onward, brow slightly furrowed, as if deeply confused by something.

After closing the panel, Miles reactivated the Jessica unit and watched her head rattle for a few seconds during her startup routine. Her eyes blinked several times before focusing on him.

She smiled, “Miles! I think I’m ready to cool down a little now, aren’t you?”

Before he could say anything, she repeated herself, blinking one eye repeatedly. “I think it’s time to cool down now, now, n-n-n-n-ow. Don’t you? Don’t you?” She twisted her hips, pointed her feet toward the trail, and began a comical windup girl strut, straight into a tree.

“Jessica, hold up!” Miles tried to stop her, but it was too late. She crashed into a large oak, tossing her head back like she’d just been punched in the forehead as she shuffled away.

She redirected, but then walked into another tree with the same unsettling results. “Oh, I think I’m ready to cool down now. Don’t you? Don’t you?” Jessica’s torso pitched forward at the hips, then she righted herself, grabbing at her hair as her head rotated back and forth. “Ready to cool down now. Don’t we all? A marathon…I’m now for stretching up, shoes. Yeah?”

Her eyes popped wide open, and for a moment her body spasmed until she seemed to gain control of her limbs. But the she swiveled her upper half in several directions and started to burp smoke. What had Miles done to her? She’d been performing perfectly until now. When Jessica started strutting toward the edge of the overpass, Miles dashed after and caught her by the shoulders, guiding her over to a boulder. She resisted, trying to walk forward and swinging her arms as he pushed her backwards. He kept calling her name, but she didn’t even look at him, as if she were sleep walking.

He pressed down on her collar bones, forcing Jessica into a seated position.

Jessica looked up at him with a bright smile, loose locks of blond hair framing her face as her updo unraveled further. Sun glinted in her glowing blue eyes, almost super-human in their hue. Her beauty still took his breath away. That was, until one of her eyes faded out, then returned with a bright red glow. Her smile turned into a parody as those luscious pink lips sagged down on one side.

“Oh, poo poo,” Miles said, fumbling behind her head for the off switch.

Meanwhile, Jessica’s eyes blinked alternately like a broken animatronic doll. Her head began to vibrate, giving her voice a shallow, shaky sound as she uttered the same few phrases over and over again. “It’s time to cool down. Time to, time to, time to cool down. Don’t you? I’m thought you had were a marathon cool, Miles. I time you marathon was a now-now-now.”

Miles touched his comm unit. “drat it, op man. We’ve got speech parsing errors now. I thought I told you to debug her control panel last time. You did? Well, you screwed it up even worse. I’m going to have to carry her down this drat mountain now.”

Which turned out to be less of a hassle than he liked to let on. He deactivated Jessica just as smoke began to plume from her ears, and there was a good chance they could at least save some of her core processing components and files if they were careful. Otherwise, a malfunction like this one called for a complete disassembly of the torso and cranial unit for inspection and testing. It was really too bad, but maybe they could get her up and running again by the end of the week. He bent down and wrapped his arms around the defunct Jessica unit, lifting her over one shoulder. As he walked down the trail, one hand clapped across the back of her thigh for support, her breasts gently brushing his back as her arms dangled this way and that, he hoped he wouldn’t encounter any other hikers. That would be hard to explain.

Austin Powers

el B
Jan 30, 2004
holler.
super-human hue??

autoaim.cfg
Aug 6, 2005
:qq: WHINY SHITHEAD :qq:
*drops mic*

Keg posted:

Lowtax can you buy her book and force Fragmaster to read it aloud for us?

I want to second this!

But.... have Shmorkywife do it instead. Preferably unmedicated! :devil:



The White Dragon posted:

oh poo poo autoaim i ain't seen you in a age, i was worried you had gone to ground because little nicky came at you irl or something

Hell no! :) Nicky's still out there and batshit insane and we're still keeping tabs on him.
I never left SA. I don't post that much though. Never really did, unless I got involved in a thread. I'm more of a lurker, really.

autoaim.cfg fucked around with this message at 19:39 on Apr 24, 2016

tenspott
Aug 1, 2002

by FactsAreUseless

The Skeleton King posted:

If seeing a woman and finding her to be attractive is sexist, then does that mean that oppressive Islamic nations are actually more progressive by forcing women to wear trash bags over their whole body?
Is this why Muslim extremists kill women so often? So that they won't look like they only target men?

It is all clear to me now. ISIS is the true feminists! Praise Allah!

They aren't white, therefore they can not oppress.

Ride The Gravitron
May 2, 2008

by FactsAreUseless
Is this the new mra thread?

cool tree bro
Jul 27, 2010
I think this is the new thread about axes?

I'm looking at getting an axe for manually chopping down trees on my property. I've only purchased splitting axes and mauls before and was wondering if someone could hit me up with some solid suggestions for axes? My current splitting axe is a gransfors from the 70s, I've had to replace the shaft twice and have it sharpened but its a great hunk of metal. Also, any tips on removing trees from your property? I've got around a hundred pines I want to get rid of and was wondering if anyone had dealt with that before.

SEGA Ass Fisting
Feb 15, 2012

KEEP IT TIGHT!

Volume posted:

Is this the new mra thread?

If by MRA you mean Make-believe Robot Attraction, then yes

Fucked-Up Little Dog
Aug 26, 2008

Posting live from the nightmare future of Web 3.0




Scratchmo
Do gynoids dream of electric dick

Helical Nightmares
Apr 30, 2009

Wowbagger2004 posted:

Do gynoids dream of electric dick

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get that OUT of my face
Feb 10, 2007

Rape Stink posted:

If by MRA you mean Make-believe Robot Attraction, then yes
lmao

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