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| Reddyne:
--- Quote from: Phlegeth on October 23, 2013, 08:21:04 PM ---1. Marisa Kirisame 2. Watatsuki no Yorihime 3. Yuuka Kazami 4. Kasen Ibaraki 5. Yuugi Hoshiguma 6. Rumia 7. Sekibanki 8. Hong Meiling 9. Seiga Kaku 10. Tewi Inaba --- End quote --- Future: "Well, Bill, it looks like Phlegeth's got his work cut out for him. His tee shot landed him in some hot water here on the third hole and now he finds himself seven miles from the pin." "That's right Jim. How this ever happened in a professional golf tournament is beyond anyone's wildest dreams. Sure, that recent injury may have tightened the muscles in his arms, but who knew that it would lead to someone who could hit a ball at supersonic speed?" "Bill, it was a once-in-a-lifetime freak accident involving an I beam, a pot of rabbit stew, and a live power line that left him like this, but he seems to have benefitted from it to a certain degree." "Let me tell you, Jim, there are few players in the game today that can drive the ball 300 yards, let alone 300 miles. I'd say that his game would be better for it, but it seems to me there just aren't that many intercontinental par 5's in the game today either." "So true, Bill. So true. Y'know, since the injury, he's the first player in any tournament featured the world over to hit a ball into low earth orbit. Other dubious feats include having Russian missile systems attempt to shoot down the ball which it considered to be an ICBM, and an incident in which the friction of the ball against the air caused a forest fire. He's also the first golfer to consider the Gobi desert a sand trap and the Atlantic ocean a water hazard." "Well, we'll see if his fate has changed today on this lovely Spring day in Florida. He's going for the only club in his bag, which is a driver capable of withstanding several thousand G's of force. He needs it considering the others tend to evaporate before they reach the ball. He also gives his caddie enough time to adjust the helmet on his bomb suit; a courtesy much appreciated since his previous one wound up lodged in a tree 50 yards away and can only eat through a straw now. He takes a few practices swings as the crowd dons their ear protection and padded kevlar. He's got a slight breeze out of the northwest which might prove problematic since the average air time for anything he hits can be several minutes or more. Let's see how he does... OHHHH! So much for that little old lady. That'll teach her to water her begonias on a fine Friday afternoon. Poor girl never saw it coming. I hope she's leaving Phlegeth out of the will for that one." "Ha ha! That's gotta hurt, Bill." Death: You are so poorly received at certain country clubs because of your habit of offing the clientele that they build traps to get rid of you. You perish in a quicksand trap on the 15th hole of Sawgrass when you are 67 years old. Last Words: "Mmmm... Open-faced club sand wedge." Number: 981. It's your handicap. Or the number of people you leave handicapped. It's a bit fuzzy. Color: Bright orange so you can find your ball in the snow aound the arctic circle. --- Quote from: Raikaria on October 25, 2013, 10:10:23 AM ---Why has it taken this long for me to pop my head in here? 1. Shinki 2. Rumia 3. Yuuka 4. Kogasa 5. Elly 6. Seiga 7. Seija 8. Rika 9. Yukari 10. Remilia --- End quote --- Future: You stumble home late one night while drunk beyond human comprehension. You're not in a much of a position to do anything, but you meander along the streets of New York City in a stupor. You eventually wander to an overpass and your complete lack of pathfinding abilities leads you to walk over the edge. You drop 20 feet and land headfirst on top of a limousine so hard that you crumple the top part of the car. It comes to a screeching halt at the side of the road. You're so dulled by the alcohol that the concussion barely makes you flinch, and you wobbily stand up and have a long, blurry look at the limousine before lurching over to the side of the car. You notice that the side window has shattered from your impact, giving you a full view of a figure slumped over in his seat. As soon as you glimpse at the figure, the surviving passengers exit the vehicle. They are clothed in the finest suits and sport gloves and sunglasses despite it being a warm night. They have also been shaved completely bald. They quickly march in front of you and stand straight upright, shoulder-to-shoulder in front of the dead passenger. You feel a bit of tension in the air, which is the first form sensation that you have had in your body since you stat down at the bar 7 hours ago. Suddenly, one begins to speak: "Sir," he says in a deep, weathered monotone. "The deceased individual you have seen was a person of extreme importance. Someone who was guarded at all times and whose very existence has remained a secret to the world for ages, but we believe you already know this. To think that someone such as yourself managed to fatally wound such a protected individual speaks volumes of your knowledge of the world as well as your ability and initiative. Clearly the reconnaissance you have gathered on our organization also displays the depth of your connections and their ability. We acknowledge your magnificence by offering you what you've clearly worked so hard to earn. Congratulations. You are the new leader of the Illuminati." The world is a fun, fun place for the next 15 years. Death: [REDACTED] Last Words: [REDACTED] Number: Majestic 12 Color: Black |
| Phlegeth:
I made golf fun to watch. And I lost at the Gobi Desert just being a huge sand trap. |
| xJeePx:
01. Kotohime 02. Yuyuko 03. Kaguya 04. Meira 05. Youmu 06. Reimu 07. Eirin 08. Yumemi 09. Meiling 10. Komachi |
| Raikaria:
--- Quote from: Reddyne on November 20, 2013, 04:10:22 PM --- Future: You stumble home late one night while drunk beyond human comprehension. You're not in a much of a position to do anything, but you meander along the streets of New York City in a stupor. You eventually wander to an overpass and your complete lack of pathfinding abilities leads you to walk over the edge. You drop 20 feet and land headfirst on top of a limousine so hard that you crumple the top part of the car. It comes to a screeching halt at the side of the road. You're so dulled by the alcohol that the concussion barely makes you flinch, and you wobbily stand up and have a long, blurry look at the limousine before lurching over to the side of the car. You notice that the side window has shattered from your impact, giving you a full view of a figure slumped over in his seat. As soon as you glimpse at the figure, the surviving passengers exit the vehicle. They are clothed in the finest suits and sport gloves and sunglasses despite it being a warm night. They have also been shaved completely bald. They quickly march in front of you and stand straight upright, shoulder-to-shoulder in front of the dead passenger. You feel a bit of tension in the air, which is the first form sensation that you have had in your body since you stat down at the bar 7 hours ago. Suddenly, one begins to speak: "Sir," he says in a deep, weathered monotone. "The deceased individual you have seen was a person of extreme importance. Someone who was guarded at all times and whose very existence has remained a secret to the world for ages, but we believe you already know this. To think that someone such as yourself managed to fatally wound such a protected individual speaks volumes of your knowledge of the world as well as your ability and initiative. Clearly the reconnaissance you have gathered on our organization also displays the depth of your connections and their ability. We acknowledge your magnificence by offering you what you've clearly worked so hard to earn. Congratulations. You are the new leader of the Illuminati." The world is a fun, fun place for the next 15 years. Death: [REDACTED] Last Words: [REDACTED] Number: Majestic 12 Color: Black --- End quote --- This is gold; silver; and platinum. I wonder what happened to Majestic 1 though 10. I can guess what happened to 11. Now excuse me I'm off to New York to get hammered. :P Also cool my Age is the same as Yukari's. After all Yukarin is [REDACTED] years old! I'll stop now. |
| Reddyne:
Majestic 12 is actually a nod to Deus Ex. --- Quote from: Edible on October 29, 2013, 06:31:11 PM ---Hat, ring, etc. 1- Byakuren Hijiri 2- Yuyuko Saigyouji 3- Reimu Hakurei 4- Suika Ibuki 5- Kyouko Kasodani 6- Keine Kamishirasawa 7- Fujiwara no Mokou 8- Shikieiki Yamaxanadu 9- Kasen Ibara 10- Suwako Moriya --- End quote --- Future: Oh, no! A superstorm has wiped out your entire town! The good news is that it also wiped out your job. You wander about town, thankful that your home is one of the few that was spared amongst a slew of toppled trees, smashed houses, and crushed cars. With work out of the picture, what to do with your time becomes a pretty easy choice - help those who could use a helping hand. Mrs. Danvers has lost her cat? Aw, the poor guy was scared and was hiding under a porch down the street. The Leominsters could use an emergency energy hookup? Why, you're glad to help. Isn't helping nice? It sure is! But you have a rival. A rival who's tough, stern, by-the-book, and won't lose to you if her life depended on it because the lives of others depend on hers. You first meet eyes as each of you carry a massive box of non-perishables to your neighbors. You want to cover the most ground the fastest, so you take off running. You're running and handing out goods like the motherfuckin' FIST OF THE NORTH STAR! She may have beat you to the end of the street, but it doesn't stop there. Next is the bake sale to raise funds for those hurt in the disaster. You won't lose! You're baking! Your baking WICKED AWESOME red velvet oatmeal butterscotch cookies with French vanilla and fudge swirl frosting like the mothafuckin' FIST AH DAH NOATH STAH! This time, you beat her by raising $1,839,327,298 to her $1,839,326,993. But it's not over! The locals need fresh water and the local water supply has been contaminated due to the devastation. What to do? Why, fill all the pools in town with water and filter them by hand. You're removing impurities! You're removing microscopic granules, lead, and microbes from the water with your BARE HANDS like the motherfuckin' FIST OF DAAA NAHTH STAR DONCHA KNOW?! It's still not quite enough, though. Many are hurt, more are without shelter, and everyone's without the regular comforts of life. The both of you volunteer to help. "Please save us, sir!" an aid worker shouts. "We're in desperate need to house the homeless and triage the wounded!" DONE! Then a middle-aged man approaches you. "Listen, you gotta help, our entire street is a mess and we could all use new homes." FINISHED! A hipster draws near and says "Hey bro, the fam could really use some places to buy mocchachinos, listen to vinyl records from bands you've never heard of, and buy organic veggies at a locally-grown farmer's market." IRONIC'D! Finally, a dapper gent in a top hat and coat with tails approaches you. "My good man, my mansion could use another several rooms and I would quite like a 5 star hotel and restaurant with a seaside view if you don't mind." 99%'D! Completely exhausted after 47 straight days of labor, the two of you collapse on each other. You are both brought to a hospital where you compete with one another to see who can make the most ornate origami flower display for recovering victims. The two of you get hitched later I guess. Death: At 110 while attempting to fight off dozens of sharks in the arctic ocean in order to save an entire cruise ship filled with blind, deaf, disabled, and mentally handicapped people with terminal cancer. Last Words: "Yeooouch! Seafood soup is NOT on the menu!" Puns would've followed. Your mind is more than a bit addled by dementia at that point. Number: Meh. I'm not going to go with the obvious one, so let's just use whatever tonight's Powerball numbers are. Color: White |
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