Dice wrote on 20th March 2020, 09:26 PM:

Correction: the cutest user in DSGHQ is Chis

Odd that you would think of me LOL
but thankyou king ><

A cool name to use would be Seth! I've never seen a seth on here anyways so just steal that name..

I'm wondering what happened to snowball fights and damen ball but go off I guess

I'll 1v1 you on build battle.
I acquire the homosexual ability to create anything in a beautiful manner in Minecraft.

You do know that masks (irl) usually don't keep you from spreading sickness or disease...
People who are sick should be the one wearing masks so THEY dont spread the disease.

I've been an oldcp moderator so many times so I think im ok for once.....

bruh I should have won March 2019 but noooo I had to get shot and wasn't revived for 24 hours......

ok señor sandwhich every day for breakfest, lunch, dinner & snack.

He got famous cuz he spun like a beyblade

Tobob wrote on 23rd January 2020, 06:21 AM:

I really like the story, and I hope you enjoy this edited version with some grammatical changes:
Arizona has a history of Skinwalker sightings and, unfortunately, I'm in that area. I don't live too far away from valleys, mountains and woods, and I often hear or see wild animals who come a tad too close to city grounds.
But, one night, it all changed.
It all began when I had my best friend, Kat, over for the night. Kat was a positively minded dude whose only fault was that he had Coulrophobia (the fear of clowns). Kat’s optimistic outlook on life lead us to the front of my house. He had decided to take a stroll and requested that I tag along. Arizona towns and cities had very clear skies during night hours so there were no complaints on my end. It was only 40 degrees after all.
Kat and I had a long conversation about the human body and how much it can tolerate. We ended up finding ourselves by the mountain side where I looked at my apple watch, which screamed the blinding digits of “10:20pm”. It was really late yet here we were next to the animal-infested mansions. We sat down and continued our conversation.
After about an hour, a sudden screech hollowed through the mountain side.
“Whats that?” asked Kat a little nervously. I brushed it off as a wolf or coyote or something but, I was so very wrong. We heard the wind howl amongst the still trees. We heard the movement of fish near the dry land. We heard the fluttering of wings in the empty clearing.
“Help… help!” screeched the wind. Kat and I walked in the direction of the noise and saw a mutated human like figure out in the distance. It started to limp towards us.
“Let me help you now,” the figure said. Kat and I heard leaves crunching, so we took off fast.
We ran so fast and so far, and under our huffs and puffs, I heard Kat muster “Sk-skin walker! They follow you home… and now they know where you live”.
When we finally decided to stop, we had to call an Uber to get back home.
When I got home, Kat told me the whole legend about the Skinwalkers: how they morph; how they follow you to your hometown; how they are hungry for human flesh. As if it couldn't get any worse, the same screeches ran through my house once more for hours upon hours. Kat and I couldn't sleep until the noise abruptly ended. And then darkness. My pants felt wet.

Oh thankyou so much (: Ill change it as of now

Mine is kinda short but I dont find a need for excessive story fluff like often seen.

Pre context
Setting: South Mountains in Arizona
Did you experience this for reals?: yes

What are skin walkers?:In Navajo culture, a skin-walker is a type of harmful witch who has the ability to turn into, possess, or disguise themselves as an animal.
Find out more here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skin-walker

The story:
Arizona has a history of Skinwalker sightings and, unfortunately, I'm in that area. I don't live too far away from valleys, mountains and woods, and I often hear or see wild animals who come a tad too close to city grounds.
But, one night, it all changed.
It all began when I had my best friend, Kat, over for the night. Kat was a positively minded dude whose only fault was that he had Coulrophobia (the fear of clowns). Kat’s optimistic outlook on life lead us to the front of my house. He had decided to take a stroll and requested that I tag along. Arizona towns and cities had very clear skies during night hours so there were no complaints on my end. It was only 40 degrees after all.
Kat and I had a long conversation about the human body and how much it can tolerate. We ended up finding ourselves by the mountain side where I looked at my apple watch, which screamed the blinding digits of “10:20pm”. It was really late yet here we were next to the animal-infested mansions. We sat down and continued our conversation.
After about an hour, a sudden screech hollowed through the mountain side.
“Whats that?” asked Kat a little nervously. I brushed it off as a wolf or coyote or something but, I was so very wrong. We heard the wind howl amongst the still trees. We heard the movement of fish near the dry land. We heard the fluttering of wings in the empty clearing.
“Help… help!” screeched the wind. Kat and I walked in the direction of the noise and saw a mutated human like figure out in the distance. It started to limp towards us.
“Let me help you now,” the figure said. Kat and I heard leaves crunching, so we took off fast.
We ran so fast and so far, and under our huffs and puffs, I heard Kat muster “Sk-skin walker! They follow you home… and now they know where you live”.
When we finally decided to stop, we had to call an Uber to get back home.
When I got home, Kat told me the whole legend about the Skinwalkers: how they morph; how they follow you to your hometown; how they are hungry for human flesh. As if it couldn't get any worse, the same screeches ran through my house once more for hours upon hours. Kat and I couldn't sleep until the noise abruptly ended. And then darkness. My pants felt wet.

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sarabareille wrote on 21st January 2020, 02:26 AM:

Alyssa Edwards is one of my spirit animals, period.

I love Alyssa Edwards but girl that netflix series was a choice...

Howdy yall!
Heres my gif for the stage 2 thing


Context behind it: If you remember 2014/2015 me, you knew that this ugly outfit is the only i'd ever wear so I decided to use a famous rupauls drag race scene to poke at myself.
The scene shows a drag queen saying 'girl look how orange you look girl' then the other one looks up aggressively.
If you cant read yourself how in the heck are you gonna read someone else.

good luck to all those competing.