Time flies when you’re having fun, but slows down when your anticipation is high, or when you’re very alert. I guess these guys are learning that your watch and your memories are never going to match up particularly well…
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I’m sure the fluffy pink handcuffs were a slick notion- while everyone else was tying bandanas around their ankles, the OMG team were getting that smart set of clicks as the cuffs ratcheted down onto them, where, fuzzy or not, I bet they were a darn sight less fun to run in than a scrap of cheap cotton.
Also, D.J. is probably gonna GET it, when… y’know…they don’t have to be within arm’s reach of retaliation.
It’s one thing to enjoy a little chaos.
It’s Next Level to want to contribute something new and beautiful to an already chaotic system.
I’m with her, though… you can’t do it by thinking out the problem. It’s got to come organically. Through organically grown sugarcane milled down into granules of explosive chaos. Boom.
So the court was drawn the wrong way…
Scores can still be counted, and that’s all that matters.
No, wait- people can be shoved down a baby-oiled course with a stick. THAT’S all that matters.
Even the best helmet gives you hat hair that’d make a troll doll sorry for your coiffure issues.
But a straw bale is never the answer. That guy’s gonna come outta there looking like he’s got a finger in a light socket.
I’m with the young lady.
There’s never enough chocolate.
Poor ol’ Chase. Lots of plans that go no particular place… almost as if he doesn’t really ‘get’ human motivation and thought or something.
You know the first time you throw a thing, or lift a thing, or push a thing, or smash at a dead run into a thing while pointing a long pole at it, you can never quiiiiiite know how much “oomph” to put on it.
Gauging Oomph is one of those things that you’ve gotta work at if you wanna be good at it. You can’t just guess at the amount of Oomph needed and give it a whack. You have to eyeball it, and heft it, and take a couple of practice swings. Any Olympic Oompher could tell you that.
If you don’t have the chance to take some practice first, is it best to OverOomph it? UnderOomphing it would be embarrassing, but the other team might still knock your guy into play. The other team’s never gonna go get your guy after he’s flown off the back end, though, even if sending him off the back end makes you look all burly and stuff.
Some people run beautifully. If you tie them to someone else, though, the two of them would each, I think, run half as beautifully.
You’ve heard of exponential curves, right?
Team Wukilar have never seemed to all be on the same wavelength. Yeah, they’re bound together either by the fact that they’re all cosplaying cryptids and/or conspiracy critters, or they are all, in fact, cryptids or conspiracy critters- but they don’t have the fellowship that you expect from people on a team together, do they? More like family of various ages and social persuasions sitting at the same table for a holiday meal. You know someone’s gonna huck the gravy boat, you’re just waiting to see who it’s gonna be… and who’s gonna be the first to say, “I ain’t cleaning that up” and go watch TV.
On the other hand, those Bugaloos- what a fine bunch of kids they seem to be, with their cheery attitudes and utter lack of fashion sense or hip streetwisedness. Plus, there’s only four of them, and that seems to be an issue all of a sudden.
