February 2012
662 posts
me when first playing assassin's creed: "i will be a good sneaky assassin and not run, not go fast on my horse, and not disturb citizens!"
me after thirty minutes of playing assassin's creed: runs everywhere
me: punches beggars
me: tramples over hundreds of innocent people with horse
me: punches more beggars
archaeosaur:
social anxiety is when successfully ordering a pizza over the phone makes you feel like a fucking champion
I bet Sherlock would be really good at finding an...
Sherlock: JOHN SHUT-UP.
John: I didn't say anything.
Sherlock: YOU WERE GOING IN A RANDOM DIRECTION, IT'S ANNOYING. OK, oaks and palm trees growing together - this transition is only found in southwestern Puebla, which means that I'm on the border of Mexico and Arizona, obviously. Airport within 30 miles, sand on the road indicates that the last few cars went North, makes sense, because the nearest city is in Nogales. OKEYDOKEY.
Sherlock: *click, click, click* HELL YEAH, FOUND THE AIRPORT.
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Sherlock: How are you doing, John?
John: I'm in Antarctica.
