My brain, without doing any math, wants to say False.
The next poster shall be found, without the soul for getting down. And he/she must stand and face the hounds of hell... And rot inside a corpse's shell
The next poster wants to help me write my report on my company's financial performance follow-up model, and the difficulties its poor implementation brings to the business control community.
The next poster thinks RoboCraft needs to calm down with the "We've changed everything about progression! Now nothing you've done matters! LOVE US!" every few months
True. So you better let me do it. Just a few things. Can I use my colouring pencils?
The next poster is going to say False to this question.
This is crazy, after I posted my last post here. I was thinking, hey maybe i could post some paradox question about the next poster... and then BGLover did it!
The next poster thinks posting things other people are thinking is worse than plagiarism.
Imagine if you will, a game much like World of Tanks, except here you custom build your vehicles and use laser weapons. And you can find yourself being destroyed by Mr Bean's car:
The next poster is drunk while typing his response. Instead of slurring the words, he/she smashes the keyboard because his/her coordination that has been massively improved by his inebriation. Then he/she falls to the ground, mumbling something about the "Lord of Murder should've been a drink..."
I wish. Instead I'm stuck at work with quite a few hours to go still before I can finally let the sweet, sweet nectar (called beer) slowly slide down my throat. Aah.. looking forward to that.
The next poster is wearing a tie, 'tis tieday after all.
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The next poster's age is less than a quarter of a tenth of the number of posts in this thread, but more than one fifth's of a tenth.
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The next poster shall be found, without the soul for getting down. And he/she must stand and face the hounds of hell... And rot inside a corpse's shell
The next poster wants to help me write my report on my company's financial performance follow-up model, and the difficulties its poor implementation brings to the business control community.
The next poster know what a bad idea that would be.
Good luck to you. I cross my fingers.
The next poster can count how many video game s/he have play in her/his whole life.
The next poster is going to say False to this question.
The next poster never uses the Edit button.
The next poster hates fish. (to eat)
The next poster would rather reincarnate as a doorbell with an obnoxious 5 minute song tied to pressing it than a boil on someone's knee.
The next poster is just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world. She took the midnight train, goin' anywhere
I still know what the next poster did last summer.
The next poster thinks RoboCraft needs to calm down with the "We've changed everything about progression! Now nothing you've done matters! LOVE US!" every few months
The next poster thinks posting things other people are thinking is worse than plagiarism.
PS. whats a robocraft?
The next poster have play Crypt of the Necrodancer.
On step-pad.
The next poster has been inside of an actual crypt.
The next poster owns a set of colouring pencils.
The next poster goes to the gym regularly.
The next poster draws and/or paints alot (and I don't mean walls).
The next poster don't have shoes on her/his feet right now.
The next poster plans to organize his/her own funeral.
The next poster plans on a visit to a pub/bar/venue selling alcoholic beverages at some stage today.
The next poster is drunk while typing his response. Instead of slurring the words, he/she smashes the keyboard because his/her coordination that has been massively improved by his inebriation. Then he/she falls to the ground, mumbling something about the "Lord of Murder should've been a drink..."
The next poster is wearing a tie, 'tis tieday after all.
The next poster wants to live on Mars.
True. I think this has been asked before. I'd love to live on Mars.
The next poster is wearing pyjamas and a tie and is sipping on a morning margharita.
The next poster knows how to tie a bow-tie.
The next poster's name is Tommy and used to work on the docks. Union’s been on strike, he’s down on his luck…it’s tough, so tough
The next poster's lucky number is 7.
The next poster has something amazing planned for this weekend.