The Drunk Thread

[Metamurpho]

Hello.

I decided to get drunk to night and then post in this forum. Much postings will be had. Are you also a drunks? If so post. Yes good.

[Metamurpho]

I would like to note that first I thought to get drunk and THEN decided to post in the forum. It was not a "oh man it would be so cool to ge drunk and post in the forum" that thought is dumb.

[Metamurpho]

White Russians? White Russians, yes.

[Metamurpho]

Wish I had called this thing "Drunk Thread" instead of "THE Drunk Thread" I don't own the copyright on drunk also the article makes it sound so sober

[Metamurpho]

fuck you cat

[Metamurpho]

look upon my works, ye mighty, and tweet

[AzraelFirestorm]

I don't know why I don't drink every day. I'm having a wonderful time.

[Metamurpho]

Delicious quinine.

[AzraelFirestorm]

I seriously dream of the opportunity to become something more than human. Something that matters and that gives me the means to make something right for every wrong that's recorded in my heart and mind. There's so many. I would become anything to make right the bends in the spectrum that blind us to the obvious choice of banding together, as if we all suddenly became the social descendants of the Bedouin peoples. Back to back. I and my brother against my cousins. My family and I against my tribe. My tribe and I against the world.

Only 7 beers in and I'm getting philosophical. If you subscribe to Freudian psychology, you must think I'm an egotist. Maybe I am. Maybe this is my stupid soapbox stage. Maybe I don't know how to open up to my very thoughtful and understanding friends on a personal level so I just type it out in desperation. I'm numb, but my tears are flowing like rivers. I must look like a stigmatic during a period of spiritual ecstasy, smiling and tears streaming down my face as my eyes look at things you cannot perceive.

People overestimate my worth. I feel bad for them. Don't they know I'm only the dream of a baby who was born blue? I just don't know....

[AzraelFirestorm]

Just spent the last 15 minutes gangsta/horrorcore rapping to myself in the bathroom while taking the longest piss in the history of the southwest United States. Maybe those theatre and chorus classes are actually helping my creativity. Or I'm drunk and completely overestimating my own skill and/or talent level.

[AzraelFirestorm]

I'm too drunk. My necromancer got snowed in and I lost my VtM session because of my own over-plotting. I caught my usually fluid ST style in a web I made myself. I wrote too much fluff that I was unable to let go of, and it cost 4 players a game night. I'm making up for this. I have one job, and that's telling stories.

Saturday at the Witching Hour, that game is fucking ON. Bones, the manatee, the strange regulars at the Gallery Elysium, and so much more.

I live for this shit.

[AzraelFirestorm]

I ain't got no legs!

[The Revenge of TV Head]

I dedicate this post to my dear friend Lazaro, the fly that drowned in my tequila, was fished out revived himself and continued gaily buzzing about the rest of his 24 hour lifespan. Godspeed Lazaro, if it had been whiskey I'd have named you Finnegan.

[AzraelFirestorm]

I dedicate this post to my dear friend Lazaro, the fly that drowned in my tequila, was fished out revived himself and continued gaily buzzing about the rest of his 24 hour lifespan. Godspeed Lazaro, if it had been whiskey I'd have named you Finnegan.

That's beautiful, man.

[AzraelFirestorm]

If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands. Seriously, make some noise so I can identify you and collect you as a specimen. If you're sober and happy, I'll have to vivisect you. It would be for the good of mankind. I need to know how you work.