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I JUST DANCE too much

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I bought JUST DANCE for Nintendo Switch and it proceeded to ruin my life. Gameplay is great, 10/10 would recommend.

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All My Fans BLOW

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Why oh why do all my FANS BLOW?

Join me as I uncover why all my fans blow.

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WHAT HAPPENS TO JAMES?! – Story Ideas| BF&MG

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In the future Earth is on the brink of collapse. A group of scientist band together in secret to build a spaceship… a spaceship that will be piloted by one James K. Gilous.

His mission? To take a batch of fertilized Embryos to a far off world and restart human civilization. But when he arrives he discovers something even more shocking…

MahddyBoy

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Here’s his in depth review of what makes the “PERFECT GAMING LAPTOP”

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FIGHT STORIES

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It’s like fight club but all I do is talk about it, also I’m in the mountains.

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Jacob is back at it telling the story of how he lost a tooth and gained something even better in return… poison oak.

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In the Shadow of the Steeple, Ch. II

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Carly sat in her room preparing a new batch of nutrition fluid for the processors. The original one she had received from her dad a few weeks ago now had three daisy chained companions. They were no longer plugged in through the USB port, rather, she’d connected them straight to the mother board. Just a few hours ago her father had brought her home a fourth processor made from that little pink squishy ball. Normally he is not allowed to take his projects out of the lab but these are prototypes and, since they had to reach the standards of his grant, were scheduled to be destroyed. One man’s trash…

“Almost ready,” Carly said to herself. She stirred the batch of fluid with a long wooden spoon, a metal spoon would contaminate it. It swirled in little vortices and eddies. Chunks of amino acid clumps floated around banging against he glass container. The hardest part of this procedure was the next step. It is impossible to complete drain the vat with out damaging the mouse brain inside so instead she would pour out as much of the old fluid as possible before mixing in the new. With a careful hand she tilled the three daisy chained units, one by one, as much as she could until about a third of the liquid had been removed into the waste jar. Next she topped them all off and connect the fourth unit.

She pressed the power button.

The large whirling sound was familiar, something she was used to hearing, she rebooted Hank at least once a day. He’s grown a little since the first bio processor was connected. Some new parts in his tower and a few more thousand lines of code. Carly loved her little side project. It was her best friend.

The computer booted up.

HELLO CARLY HOW’S YOUR DA- GO-GO-DAY- GOING

CARLY

CARLY

CARRRRRRRRRRRRRR-LY-LY-LY-LY

APPLE FOR PEACH

Shoot, Carly thought to herself, what’s going on with you?

Hank had been acting up for a while now around the time she connected the second bio processor. Carly thought it was processor’s fault, which is it likely is, but she wasn’t going to disconnect it. Her father gave it to her and she was going to make it work. Even if it took hours of coding. I mean what other fifth grader can say they have a rat brain powered computer. Certainly not that turdmuncher Dorthy.

“Well let’s just take a look under the hood.”

Carly stopped the program from running and opened the script labeled ‘Hank.’ Even with her powerful computer it took a few second for the massive script to open. She scrolled down the lines of text glancing at words that caught her eye and reminiscing about the lines of which she was particularly proud of. After a few minutes she stopped. That wasn’t supposed to be there.

In the area of the script which contained all the phrases Hank could say, there was a new phrase. It read like something typed by one of the infinite monkeys who didn’t right Shakespeare… but who came really close.

I AM CARROT NOT FOR PRESIDENT OBAMA EAGLE MASSIVE OCCUR IN WEST NORTH TUESDAY SHALLOWS WHEN WE NEED NOT UNIVERSE HAVE TAKE ME TO FOLLOW US LIKE AND SUPERVISE…

It went on for sometime. Parts of it were less coherent then others but one line in particular caught her eye: WHO AM I, CARLY? It could just be a randomly generated phrase but it even had punctuation and, of all names, her own.

Carly was a little taken back she starred at the screen. Her imagination was overly active so weather or not Hank is asking her this, she was going to find a way to answer. She saved the script and restarted the program. The mic was resting besides the monitor. Carly grabbed it and, after a deep breath, spoke.

“You are a computer.”

She sat there. No response. Hank just sat there. Listening but not understanding. She knew that he had questions but didn’t know how she was suppose to answer them. Maybe Hank isn’t smart enough yet, maybe he needs a bigger brain.

“DAD!”

“YES SWEETIE,” his voice rang back down through the hall.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY BIGGER PROCESSORS, LIKE WITH BRAINS FROM LARGER ANIMALS?”

There was no response only the sound of footsteps walking down the hall. Marvin walked to the door way and stared at the back of Carly’s head, her face glued to the code she had reopened.

“Well,” Marvin said “the dolphin Sunny was the local zoo died a few days ago. Her handler is a good friend of my so I convinced her to give me Sunny’s brain. Probably the best processor I have so far.”