Raven's Loft 2.0

Here is a very special 'unlisted' Extra Credit's webisode.

I pledged to a rocket hub to help the artist, Allison get an operation done to salvage her ability to help create art.

I'm sharing the link here, because I'm looking into the future with the same hope they are.

Enjoy.

The Good Games Do.
 
I've already shared this in the Nerd Herd thread, but I am going to put it here as well.

If you think I'm a cool guy, and be honest, you wouldn't be looking at this thread if you didn't, please, take the time to watch this video all the way through.

Really take it in, its like Kyle quotes at the end.

"Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing."

melancholia
 
Slips inside , holding up the mistletoe, blushing a great deal she kisses Raven gently on his lips before quickly stepping back giggling.


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Thyri asked me to pass this coupon on.

* giggles * You've been tagged, and now you must pass it on.

Start an epidemic of kisses. :) :kiss::rose:


(Lol I am a little late I know:eek:)​
 
You realize you've put a dangerous weapon in my hands, right Yeishia? I don't know if i'm a responsible enough of a party to have such a powerful tool of seduction in my posession.

Girls are going to weep because of me now...

I must excersise great responsibility now... Like Spiderman!
 
You realize you've put a dangerous weapon in my hands, right Yeishia? I don't know if i'm a responsible enough of a party to have such a powerful tool of seduction in my posession.

Girls are going to weep because of me now...

I must exercise great responsibility now... Like Spiderman!

I do...I truly do :D

*giggles* :rose:
 
If anyone who cares enough to frequent my lounge would be so kind as to let me draw them, I would dearly like to do so. Please PM me with a picture of your choosing.
 
Jimquisition: Desinsitized to Violence?

Description: Warning -- Contains graphic content. If you don't want to see disturbing Internet things, skip the footage starting at 1:20 and ending at 1:49.

As the mainstream news media continues to revel in the Sandy Hook shootings, its pundits point at the finger at videogames for reveling in digital violence. If you believe these hypocrites, your gaming hobby makes you cold and indifferent to scenes of death and destruction. If you believe the Jimquisition - and you should, for its word is law - you'll know that's bollocks.
 
Bought the PS3 game, Journey the other day. One of the most powerful games I've ever played.
 
My gift to you...

I had chosen the concept of my gift with thoughtful care. I wanted him to receive the present of his hearts desire this christmas. With the magic of this realm he would receive such a gift.

The beautifully wrapped box contained an exquisite red rose with a single thorn. Also contained within the box also was a hand written instruction.

I could not turn back time or revoke death. The magic of the rose could evoke a memory, a dream sequence, even provide the trappings for a sensual evening with a special someone. It could also bring forth an x-box, clothing, a new toy; pretty much any material thing big enough to hold between two hands.

It was a gift of promise...

"The desire of your heart resides within this special rose.

Close your eyes and gently press your thumb into the single thorn.

Whatever you desire in this moment is my gift to you Ravenloft.

May your christmas be blessed with love and hope.

Yeishia:rose:
 
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Surprised to see a package had been left for me, I smile, admiring the care with which it had been wrapped. The wrapping, a brilliant blue foil caressed by a red ribbon and crowned with a bow, made my heart swell and race at the same time.

I carefully undid the edge, not wanting to rip such pretty paper, and unfolded one end to draw the box free.

Even the box was remarkable, sturdy, with a replaceable lid, the entire thing covered in fantasy art.

The rose itself seemed bitter sweet to me, a flower of such beauty, I would care for it as best I could and enjoy its blossom for as long as it lasted, perhaps pressing the petals in a book before it died so I could keep some of its magic around for years to come.

It was then I read the note written on yellowing parchment, such a nice touch, written in flowing cursive letters. I would keep the note as well, pressed with the rose petals.

A magic rose, such a fine gift, I would not waste on material wishes.

Perhaps the company of the one who gave it to me...
 
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