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brokenheroes9 (last one ever) by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/02/2008, 3:31pm PDT
This was the last one. I retired from the site and the channel. Sorry to anyone who was hoping I would find more nuts like lolotar but it was really a pretty normal IRC channel, just people sitting around yakking. This may be really sad but since I was going to the channel every day, I paid for registration for MIRC, even though I know I didn't need to. Is it possible for me to give my registration key to someone else for them to use now?

Also in order to ensure no one would read this, I made this incredibly long. So don't read it. I'll sum up: Night elves dump a bunch of cow cum all over their precious country and because they are so stupid the whole place self destructs, all the trees (THE BEAUTIFUL TREE SPIRITS) become evil and go nuts and kill everyone, except for Moog and pals who escape.

[b]Broken Heroes on a Last Chance Power Drive chapter 9
We Could be Heroes
[m tauren/night elves, violence, poor Moog, Naaru facial, lore desecration, war, mass graves, should be canon, grand finale, really really really long][/b]

Moog was not a pretty sight. He couldn't stop squinting from the sun in his eyes. The bottom half of his body fur was still glued together randomly from dried semen. The rest of the fur on his body was randomly singed as if he had been struck by lightning, which in a way he was. The acrid stench of burned fur was like poison in his nostrils. He had no clue how the constant stream of night elf women continued to gleefully mount him, ride him quickly, grind an orgasm out on him, and leave.

For the past hour, a single file line was lead into yet another emptied wooden pool, as he sat in the bottom, and had his genitals attended to by druids. Each night elf woman that got their turn would mount him, slam themselves onto his cock for a few minutes until a weak orgasm was forced from him, and the woman would thrash in ecstasy, howling and groaning. The only reason he could even get an erection or ejaculate was due to the druids, whatever weird magic they were working on him.

Moog shuddered, grumbling some lame moan, as a particularly weak spray of semen gushed into the night elf on him. After the druids noted the disappointing return, and the satisfied night elf slut climbed off of Moog's exhausted body, a few words were traded between the druids and the guards. Eventually other druids were brought in to focus fresh energy into Moog. In almost no time, the next women mounted him, thrust down onto him for a while, thrashing and crying out in pleasure, and forced another orgasm from him, massive gushes of semen blasting from the woman's now abused vagina. Moog didn't know why he kept being chosen to be milked in massive quantities by force of magic. Sometimes he wondered if he was going to have to put up with women trying to do this for the rest of his life.

A large flash of light appeared the giant tub. A'dal had warped right into the area, the rune forms hovering and spinning in the air. Tyrande had a poolside seat for the harvesting, Nalli beside her. A'dal spoke directly to her, with whatever telepathy he performed, the music or something, seeming inquisitive and concerned. A'dal was especially confused by the presence of elemental beings that were clearly crafted out of semen, and what the point of that would be. Tyrande wasn't sure how to respond, and while she thought it over, another night elf dismounted Moog just as a stray blast of cum fired up his shaft and drenched A'dal, who spun to "face" Moog, the usual glow changing to a slight red. Everyone in the city could hear angry music in their heads, just before another flash of light as A'dal disappeared.

After a slight pause, everyone went back to work, the gigantic line of women that went through town slowly taking their turn with Moog, gradually filling the pool with his cum.

Nalli changed the subject, "You know, I heard that this tauren may not survive this much longer."

Tyrande huffed, "We will not be needing him much longer anyway."

"He is still alive at the least," Senea said to Lorgrah, as they sat together in her prison tent with Shanida.

"That is something we can't say for some of our sisters," Shanida said looking down, recognizing some of what Senea said and responding in common.

Senea sighed, remembering what Shanida had told her. She spoke again in orcish, "Just last night, a druid we know told us she was going to confront Tyrande about the dangers of all this, and Tyrande had her killed on the spot. We had never known her to be this dangerous."

Lorgrah thought for a second. "I suppose she got the idea from seeing Moog in person. Just what is it that she would want to grow?"

Senea looked at Shanida, then looked at the guards outside. Shanida took the hint and had them sent away, acting as if they were going to try to pry information from the orc. When they left, Senea continued.

"She wants to create some kind of army, and use it to destroy the horde herself. She might even have plans to take rule of the entire alliance. With the power she intends to wield, there is no saying where she would stop with it."

Shanida responded, still recognizing much of what was said in orcish. "The druids who were studying the possible effects were finding very disturbing evidence that anything grown from what is forced from this tauren by magic would be wildly unstable, and even impossible for any force to control."

Senea translated for Lorgrah, whose only response was, "If we're going to plan to escape, it will have to be soon."

Thrall stood before a hundred dwarves. Most of them gave him slightly puzzled looks, a few nasty glares, but for the most part they had agreed to behave themselves and follow orders. Callaigh spoke to the mass. "Just remember, we're not here to fight each othargh, and if we don' need ta battle the night elves we won't."

Thrall grumbled, "That order certainly won't apply to us. I'm hoping you will engage the night elves if it comes down to fighting." Callaigh nodded in response, and it was enough to convince Thrall that she was sincere.

Thrall looked to one of the gates of Stonard to see an extra force of blood elves sent from Silvermoon City, with their liaison at the head, riding apparently a big red bird-like creature, who rode up to Thrall, stopped, then jumped from her mount.

"You're Sutra, right?" Thrall asked.

"That's right." She looked over to Callaigh. "So, dwarves huh?"

Tyrande and Nalli stood among a group of Tyrande's most trusted sentinels, throwing the last of a very large pile of night elves into a pit. They were tucked into a shaded corner far to the edge of Teldrassil, where the crowds were not bothering to venture.

"It is almost a shame we have to do this," Tyrande muttered to herself.

"The shame is that they made us do this," Nalli replied. "They knew not to doubt you, but they did anyway. Clearly they were intending to sew dissent towards you, and they deserved no better than this."

Tyrande looked down to the pit, and sighed. Just when she was starting to question what she was doing, she was glad Nalli could reinforce her beliefs once again. "Thank you, Nalli," she said, before moving to her and kissing her full on the lips. The two of them stood there making out and sucking each others faces for a while, as the sentinels stood there awkwardly and confused, wondering when they would stop and order them to cover the pit of rotting corpses of their own kind where Tyrande and Nalli were practically dry humping each other at that moment.

Moog groaned as he had been constantly for some while now, as the latest night elf woman thrashed around, slamming herself down hard enough to make his legs ache. She filled the air with shrill screams of pleasure. The pool of cum was up to his chest, so when she crashed down onto him it just splattered a wall of semen all over their bodies. She grabbed his horns as if to hold on, but with her riding his exhausted body there was no chance of her being thrown off. As her thrusting intensified, she only shoved his head back as she pushed his horns away, then pulled them towards her as she raised up, pushing them away as she fell back down onto his cock, and repeating until she was slamming his head against the wall of the pool he was laying against. His response was a repeated "ow, ow, ow." He didn't have the strength to resist her shoving him around anymore.

Outside the pool, the other pools were being broken open, the gallons and gallons of cum spilling onto the ground and soaking it. The grass seemed to glow slightly before the ground absorbed the semen instantly as if it was being accepted into some kind of eager sponge, the land itself feeding off of the energy being released into it. How this works is probably more ridiculous than mysterious, and would not make much sense, even to the night elves who had planned for this, but sure enough the giant pools of Moog's cum were being dumped onto the ground and disappearing into the land itself. Throughout the city, the druids closed their eyes and began to focus.

In Menethil Harbor, the planks of the boats groaned under the weight of a hundred dwarven soldiers. The airships flying out from Grom'Gol and Undercity rumbled as their engines caught, sputtering to hold the army that was ready to rush Darnassus in the greatest combined alliance and horde zerging the wondrous world of Azeroth could ever see. The promise of smashed buildings and battered landscape was enough to keep even the most fearful soldier driving forward. It would surely be an event that would be the envy of anyone unable to experience it.

Tyrande stood with Nalli by the pools as they were emptied into the ground, and Teldrassil itself absorbed the gift she was bestowing.

"This should make the country itself a powerful weapon against the horde," Tyrande mused. Musingly. Her eyes wandered among the druids who were focusing their powers to the ground, and she yelped in surprise, "Look!"

In the ground, a small sapling began to spring, and then grew, and within seconds was a fully formed treant.

"It is true! It was just as I had seen before, this tauren's semen..." Tyrande trailed off, staring. More treants sprung from the ground, and soon more and more, practically piled onto each other. As if she was Alexander the Grape, she fell to her knees and wept. She had crossed the ultimate threshold, and with this all limits were now behind her. There was nothing in the world she couldn't have.

Then, as if to rebuke her, the ground underneath the treants cracked, slamming massive shards of ground into the sky. The night elves all left their line to come to watch, gasping and staring in shock.

Tyrande regained some of her composure. There was now a gaping hole in the ground, and at the bottom there seemed to be a pool of bright white fluid, which was sort of obvious what it was, yet transformed into some magic infused compound which was still seeping into the land around them. Tyrande cleared her throat and spoke to the druids, "Well... get these treants into a line. Let's see how well they take orders."

The answer was not as she had expected, as the druids focused their minds to reach the treants, with no response. The mass of tree creatures stood around, some wandering slowly in random directions. Soon the treants collectively glowed a bright green, and the ground began to randomly sprout more of them. The ground rumbled and split, cracks breaking throughout the country. A few of the night elf women screamed. Tyrande looked to Nalli with concern.

Senea ran into the prison tent, where Shanida and Lorgrah sat. The tent was no longer guarded, as the entire country had left to see the spectacle. Senea entered and both of the other women knew what this meant. Lorgrah stood up, and Shanida cut through the ropes binding her arms and legs.

Moog's eyes fluttered. A few of the night elf women stood around him, thinking they were cheating their way through the rest of the line, but even the one mounting him at the moment could not concentrate on the actual sex. The other night elf women waiting their turn weren't even looking at them, instead turned to face the commotion happening outside the waist high cum pool.

Moog noticed the woman on him stop completely. He strained to open his weary eyes to see if she was looking at something, but instead the woman had a vacant stare, and his eyes shot open, as he realized she had just been sapped. He looked to the other women, who were still facing away from him, which was the perfect opportunity for Lorgrah to land knee first into the back of one woman's head, while Senea dispatched the other night elf, knocking her out with a sword hilt to the back of the head. The three women pulled the sapped night elf off of Moog, all trying to splash around as little as possible. Shanida momentarily entertained the idea of instantly becoming pregnant just from wading in this, but she would have to worry about that later. The three of them hefted the weakened tauren onto their shoulders, still sticky and moist from stewing in his own cum for however long he was a captive. Sure enough, the women were slathered in his cum as they carried him out, over the side of the pool where he fell with a weak grunt and a thud.

A very meek "Lorgrah" was all that escaped his mouth as he finally saw her again. They smiled at each other as best they could, but silently agreed to make up for missing each other when the time was right. For now, the women lifted him onto their backs again and started to carry him away.

Nearby, the crowd grew restless, as the treants continued to multiply, and the ground started to shake and rumble. Soon, gigantic pillars of rock and earth shot from the ground, steam blasting and cracking through the dirt, which soon crumbled and fell back inside the crust of the earth. The sperm elementals veered wildly around the land, smacking into the mass of night elves randomly, running into walls and each other, and very quickly grew hostile, attacking each other and anyone else they could sense. The people of the city began to fight them, and that was all it take for the treants to sense hostility, pick up on it, and randomly begin attacking every single living thing they could reach. Soon the night elves were fighting the treants. The ancients themselves uprooted and began to fight, a few of them being poisoned by the chaos that had been unleashed into the country.

Senea and Shanida grunted under the strain of carrying this tauren. They were impressed with Lorgrah, who seemed to show no difficulty lugging around someone almost three times larger than her. Shanida said through strained breath, "We should only need to get to the windriders, I hope, or at least the docks, but--"

They were stopped, and Moog was dropped to the ground. He grunted, and turned over to look. Tyrande and Nalli stood before them, blocking them from escape. Tyrande said nothing, only glared at them, as the ground around them started to rumble and crack, as if Tyrande's anger was only hastening the instability of the land.

Nalli spoke for her, pointing a sword at the group. "This tauren belongs to Tyrande."

Senea drew her dagger, with Shanida putting her fists up, with no weapon to protect her. Nalli only smirked, walked up to Shanida, grabbed her fist and took one punch to the face before stabbing Shanida in the chest, running her straight through. The poor woman gasped, looked down, and fell to the ground, with Nalli pulling her sword out of her. Senea cried out, charging Nalli, and receiving a fierce headbutt, knocking Senea right to the ground in a daze. Lorgrah glared at Nalli, and balled her hands up into fists, but she was looking away from Nalli and Tyrande. Nalli refused to fall for anything, and stared at Lorgrah, raising her sword and readying to charge. Tyrande stopped her with a hand to her shoulder, and a panicked plea. "The horde, they're here!"

Tyrande and Nalli turned to see behind them, in the distance and just entering the down, was a massive group of horde. They were still some distance away, but within minutes they would be trampling the lot of them. Thrall could be seen ahead of the group, racing directly towards Tyrande and the rest of them. The army behind him dealt with the night elf guards that rushed at them, blasting the sentinals away with shotguns from the back of their mounts, a brace of taurens on their kodos spraying gunfire at the masses of night elves trying to hold them back. The ground itself almost trembled in fear, a giant crack snapped through the air as the ground nearby split open, a splatter of burning hot cum boiling up.

Nalli turned back to Lorgrah and cried out, swinging her sword down at the orc, who flinched, raising her arms to block her head, just as Moog shoved her away, wearily standing on his hooves, as the sword slammed down against his left horn, cutting almost entirely through it. Nalli glared at him, gritting her teeth, and sawed through the rest of his horn, sending the sword slicing down into Moog's shoulder, the only sound of pain he could work up was a dry and quiet groan, before he fell to his knees, blood gushing from his slashed shoulder. Nalli raised her sword again as Senea regained her senses, and threw herself against Nalli. By complete chance, a tower of rock shot straight out of the ground, throwing Nalli and Senea into the air. Tyrande fell back as the ground shook so hard she could not stand, and Moog and Lorgrah held each other, looking at Tyrande as if she would have any idea what to do. Tyrande did what she knew she must, and ran away, deeper to the borders of Teldrassil and away from the approaching horde army.

Nalli hit the ground hard, her sword tumbling out of her grip, with Senea crashing on top of her, her knee punching into Nalli's ribs, knocking the wind out of her. Senea thought of Shanida for a split second before battering Nalli with her fists.

The entire town was in a full panic, as the ground continued to crack and split, the country collapsing and imploding around them. Ancients turned on night elves, night elves turned on each other, and the demented tree creatures and bizarre sperm elementals chaotically warred with anything that could be fought.

Thrall raced ahead of his own army and reached Moog, Lorgrah, and the mortally wounded night elf beside them. Moog was holding the bleeding woman in his arms. Thrall looked to Lorgrah as if to ask just what could possibly be happening here. Senea ran up to them, and Thrall pulled his axe and started to charge at her before Lorgrah stopped him. "She's with us," she said.

"Uh," was all Thrall could think of to say. He would've been concerned about Stockholm syndrome if there was a Stockholm anywhere on Azeroth, but there wasn't, so he wasn't.

Senea kneeled and joined Moog in holding Shanida. Thrall looked around. The ground was practically exploding, and in the distance he saw what would probably be the end of every night elf in Teldrassil, as the land, the trees, and the night elves all fought each other in a battle that none of them could ever win. Land caved in, swallowing masses inside. He looked back to Moog and Lorgrah. "We have to go," he said to them.

Lorgrah nodded, and stood to her feet, trying to pull Moog by his good arm up to his hooves, but instead he sat, refusing to move. "Wait," was all he said, and he closed his eyes. He coughed and shuddered quietly, and his hands glowed green, but sputtered out, clearly trying to focus some sort of healing power into the dying night elf.

"Moog... we can't stay here any longer," Lorgrah said. Moog continued to ignore her, and gritted his teeth. His hands glowed again, Moog coughed harder, his throat dry from not being allowed to eat or drink for a day, but he ignored the pain. He focused so hard that his hands practically burned, his body shaking, and with a flash of magic, Shanida opened her eyes.

Moog wiped sweat from his forehead. "That was pretty hard," he said with a weak smile to Lorgrah.

Shanida got to her feet wearily, and Senea took her in her arms, laughing and crying at the same time. The rest of the army caught up to Thrall.

Callaigh looked to the grassy plains of the country as it self destructed. "I guess someone tampered in the gods' domain or something, ach," she said with a shrug.

Sutra looked at the abused tauren, bleeding and half gooey and half crusted over with cum. She shook her head. "This was wrong in every way there is to be wrong. Perhaps some people are unable to see the reality of their own actions until the consequences destroy them. Maybe one day there will be no need for the people of this world to do this to each other to gain power over others. If we just agreed to share this world, we wouldn't destroy it trying to take it for ourselves. Also using other people for your sexual satisfaction is wrong."

Thrall looked at Sutra. In fact, everyone looked at Sutra, but Thrall was the only one who replied to her. "We should be leaving."

The army rode back the way they came, carrying one injured and weary tauren drinking weakly from a fresh flash of water, one orc woman who sat atop his one good shoulder, and two night elves who held each other so very tenderly.

The ground continued to split. Dead trees and night elves littered the entire land, some being swallowed into the ground. In an empty corner at the outer border of Teldrassil, a very badly bruised night elf confronted her former commander.

Nalli glared at Tyrande, the sky burning red as the ground shattered and exploded behind her. Tyrande held her sword in a nervous defensive posture, but glared back at her former confidant. "You arrogant ass, you killed [i]us[/i]," Nalli said in a plain, matter of fact anger. Tyrande slashed her sword through the air, cutting through Nalli's neck, but not soon enough to stop Nalli from pluging her dagger straight into Tyrande's heart. The both of them fell to the ground, just before the ground broke open and swallowed them. The walls of Teldrassil fell, and the earth turned itself over, until all that remained was the ocean.

Ganu sat back in his chair in Thrall's chamber. "Ya, I'm owin' yas both this." He handed Lorgrah a hero cookie, which was a cookie given to those that were heroes of the horde.

"Sorry, ya gotta split it," Ganu said with a grin. Lorgrah rolled her eyes, then broke the cookie in half, and put Moog's half in his right arm, his left arm still in a sling, only a day having passed.

Callaigh paced the room, looking at the impressive map of Kalimdor that made up the floor of Thrall's chamber. "I s'pose Warsong Gulch belongs to the horde now, but I dun' care how much the blood elves helped, we want the Eye of the Storm."

Thrall chuckled, he was just on top of the world now that the alliance was at the disadvantage, but still, he figured that if he were in the alliance's case, he would prefer a fair deal, even if in reality they wouldn't have given him one. "I'll see if I can convince Silvermoon of that. I'm sure you could have Arathi Basin as well though."

Moog and Lorgrah waved to Thrall, and he waved as he continued speaking with his new alliance ambassador friend. They were offered horde ambassador jobs, or battlemaster jobs, or any job they might ask for in the horde, but they easily agreed that they just wanted to continue their journey, and left for the Western Plaguelands.

One day, Moog and Lorgrah sat together, leaning against the wall by the front gate of Karazhan, a blue totem placed in front of them.

"If I knew I would be leading groups like this I wouldn't have taken all that crit armor," she said with a sigh.

Moog smiled. "At least I have these," he grabbed his shoulders, which glowed blue with a vaguely translucent section throughout the central portion of the surface, as if water flowed through them.

Lorgrah grinned at him. "Is that cum on there?" she said pointing at the shoulders.

"Huh, what?!" Moog pulling the pauldrons off to look at them. Lorgrah laughed.

"She was kidding," said a voice that was distantly familiar to them. They looked up to see Shanida smiling, with Senea standing beside her, their arms locked together.

"So what do you think of the last of the night elves?" Senea said, smiling a little, and voguing for a second to show off their armor.

Lorgrah looked them both over. "Nice purps," she said admiringly, as Moog gave them a thumbs up.

(THE END)
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You will probably laugh at the STUPID!!!!!! titles I made for these stories. by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:36am PDT NEW
    stunned by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:36am PDT NEW
        Well, Fusbt's out. :( by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 2:19am PDT NEW
    stunned (revised) by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:37am PDT NEW
        Wait this isn't the revised version at all (I've made a huge mistake). NT by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 7:50pm PDT NEW
            Well here it is under the giant lake of tauren sperm. ^_^ by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/07/2008, 1:40pm PDT NEW
    wrong way by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:37am PDT NEW
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        Re: mineforever2 by The series involving Moo 06/23/2010, 2:44pm PDT NEW
            "Moog" is already taken on a surprising amount of wow servers. :( by Jhoh Cause..... 2 06/23/2010, 6:01pm PDT NEW
    mineforever3 by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:40am PDT NEW
    brokenheroes1 (yes I named this series after a Bruce Springsteen song!!!!!!!!!!) by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:41am PDT NEW
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        Ursula K. Le Guin NT by http://iwl.me/ 07/20/2010, 11:46pm PDT NEW
            That's pretty good. :3 NT by Jhoh Cause..... 2 07/21/2010, 12:01am PDT NEW
    brokenheroes5 by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 1:44am PDT NEW
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    brokenheroes7 (clpastrpo exclusive) by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/05/2008, 7:02pm PDT NEW
    I am testing the unfiltered rss stream! (From home) NT by Ice Cream Jonsey 08/05/2008, 10:12pm PDT NEW
    Re: You will probably laugh at the STUPID!!!!!! titles I made for these stories. by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/08/2008, 2:03am PDT NEW
    brokenheroes8 by Creexuls, a monster >:3 08/26/2008, 9:45am PDT NEW
    brokenheroes9 (last one ever) by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/02/2008, 3:31pm PDT NEW
        Oh yeah I didn't mention about my grand farewell to danknest. by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/06/2008, 8:11am PDT NEW
            FINALLY I AM FREE by Moog 09/06/2008, 10:13am PDT NEW
                Live out your days exploring the galaxy, inside a memory cube on Jhoh's desk. NT by Jerry Whorebach 09/06/2008, 10:26am PDT NEW
                    For someone who CLAIMS to be gay for TOS you sure do mention by bombMexico 09/06/2008, 4:03pm PDT NEW
                        he played shran on enterprise and yeah he was one of the only good things on tha NT by Weyoun Voidbringer 09/06/2008, 4:46pm PDT NEW
                        I like to joke around about the later series', because they were LAUGHABLE. NT by Jerry Whorebach 09/06/2008, 5:31pm PDT NEW
                        THIIIIIIIIS IS CETI ALPHA 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NT by Moog (embittered by wars) 09/06/2008, 9:45pm PDT NEW
                Grind for more Kara epix until you're fed up with tank tank tank nuke nuke nuke NT by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/06/2008, 11:02am PDT NEW
    DORKNEST on encyclopedia dramatica. by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/03/2008, 1:27am PDT NEW
        I realised all this months ago, does that make me smarter than you? by Jerry Whorebach 09/03/2008, 4:12am PDT NEW
            Realized what? :( by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/03/2008, 4:31am PDT NEW
                My full potential as a human being (it's not much). NT by Jerry Whorebach 09/03/2008, 8:44am PDT NEW
                    I meant to type 'your', not 'my'. WELL THAT FUCKING BACKFIRED ON ME!! NT by Jerry Whorebach 09/03/2008, 8:46am PDT NEW
                Re: Realized what? :( by Qt3 reporter 09/04/2008, 6:45pm PDT NEW
                    One more by Qt3 reporter 09/04/2008, 6:51pm PDT NEW
                        Tom Chick's useful idiots. NT by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/04/2008, 6:57pm PDT NEW
                            Also none of them have the capacity for introspection or assessment. by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/04/2008, 7:18pm PDT NEW
                                Here's some introspection for you by Qt3 reporter 09/08/2008, 7:31am PDT NEW
                                    Every banana republic needs its banana farmers. NT by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/08/2008, 2:55pm PDT NEW
                        Next on the agenda an AI to change "suck a cock" in any form to "Taj Mahal". by Worm 09/04/2008, 6:59pm PDT NEW
                            If they changed "You're garbage" to "Hey pal, nice jacket" I could still post th NT by Fussbett 09/04/2008, 9:09pm PDT NEW
                A Short Treatise On Freedom by Zsenitan 09/05/2008, 5:18am PDT NEW
                    Re: A Short Treatise On Freedom by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/05/2008, 7:48am PDT NEW
                    Re: A Short Treatise On Freedom by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/05/2008, 8:59am PDT NEW
                        Psh, more like DORKnest NT by Gruman 09/05/2008, 12:37pm PDT NEW
                        The problem with mods by I need clarification 09/07/2008, 1:38am PDT NEW
                            They think that we're the devil, so. NT by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/07/2008, 3:18am PDT NEW
            a great job of moderating = no moderating? or moderating out the ass (sucks) NT by Weyoun Voidbringer 09/03/2008, 8:46am PDT NEW
                Yes, no moderating is empirically the good kind. by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/03/2008, 4:09pm PDT NEW
        My response on the ED discussion page. by Creexuls, a monster >:3 09/08/2008, 2:54pm PDT NEW
 
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