SplinterOfChaos

A writer who can't spell.
A poet who can't rhyme and who doesn't own a thesaurus.
An artist who can't draw.
An athlete with asthma.

A paradox without.

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SplinterOfChaos> “Entropy is the only thing that never stops growing. ” With this in mind, is it a double-think to acknowledge entropy as a fact?
BookReader> Speak not of this Entropy. They might hear you.
sterling> What's going on here? People talking about entropy? You there! Show me your papers!
BookReader vanishes in a puff of smoke. Ha ha ha.
SplinterOfChaos> I'm not afraid. I'm already wearing my tin-foil hat.
sterling bonks SplinterOfChaos on the head with a billy-club, neatly bypassing his protective measures.
sterling> It's okay, son, we'll get you thinking good thoughts in no time at all.
BookReader> /anivl sterling
SplinterOfChaos> -24HP, Tis just a flesh wound
BookReader> That was a close one Splinter, be careful next time.
sterling drags splinter off for reprogramming.
SplinterOfChaos> In Ruby please. I don't work well with C.
BookReader> Crap, I fucked up the anvil and now poor Splinter is to pay.
BookReader> Let's try again.
BookReader anvils sterling!
BookReader> Sucess! Run!
Ancientsnow> Bonkers.
sterling> Splinter, I was actually going to reprogam you in a dingy warehouse out by the docks, most of which is given over to my impressive cadaver trophy collection. But there's a section we can curtain off and stick a TV and a strapped chair in.
creases> Oh, sorry, I thought you said "Boners"
sterling> Heh. Boners.
BookReader> So naturally you came running.