I wonder if the AI behind ganbreeder.app notices how I like gans with dark themes. Images buried in shadows. If it did, how did it assess me in comparison to the other players? Did

"Stop right there bucko," I told the bucko. "You can't be joshing around with those January Jacobins, Junior." Bucko Junior shrugged, "That is why I do it. Because I can't."

[this story will work in reverse. The line after these fancy brackets is the last line of the this story. We're working at getting to the first line.] The butler put down butter.

The smart thing would have been to recognize that she had been defending something. My way got the job done but it was always the smart way. I resigned to dying and got to work.

The moment her ruse was discovered she gave me a look I had never seen before from a foe on the field. Her look told me she had been holding back. No longer would that be the case.

My experience barely stood against her youth. I, however, remembered the pitfalls of vigor in battle. Why she never took advantage of my mistakes, I don't know. Once I saw that, I

I was angry at how she managed to defend herself from me so well. It was frustrating. Soon I was relishing the fight. I didn't hold back. She was good. Maybe a better swordsman but

It was worrisome that I couldn't tell if he was a hapless billionaire or a homeless man. I stood up casually and turned to see him. He was a she & she saw my turn as a threat. She

I was sitting at a window bar arrangement at Hardees in downtown San Antonio. It was dark outside. t let me see outside & the reflection let me see behind me. I saw a man approach.

"Lou, there's something I gotta tell you." Lou buried deeper into his sleeping bag & pretended to snore. "Lou..." "NO, STAN, I DON'T LOVE Y..." "No, there's a bear outside our tent

Lou & Stan were inside the tent. Each on his sleeping bag. It was warm. They both lay there. "I know what you mean." "I didn't say anything.""I know but I know what you mean." Stan

I was working a short term stint on Mars. This stint was 10 years. Same as the years I would have been in prison. I volunteered for Transportation the moment it became an option.

The Dark Side of Aunt Flo by the periwinkle ramona was one of the best selling albums ever, in their universe. The Dark Side of Schlomo was the same for the Blue Clyde in theirs.

Other robot security guard to stop my brother Bart from slaughtering people and getting his behind put in jail. He'd never dealt with being molested by Ned Flanders whilst young

"Hey Catcher's Mitt, I hate to do this but you remember that time in middle school when you were my coach? Yeah, the time we showered together. You remember? Good, because I'm good

This morning, and I use that word loosely, while girding myself to tackle breakfast I was hit by a thought. What did the Dept. Head mean when she said I was a Castenada wannabe?

-d through the classroom wall, killing the Civics teacher. A soldier opened the hatch and exclaimed, "I was unclear as to my role in society!", which pardoned him from the murder

watched the drama that unfolded inside his eyelids. Geometric shapes danced to strange echoes of music, then parted to reveal a stark stage filled with ceramic weeping clowns.

knew which way to Jacque's.On a stretcher,legs akimbo,you can bet cher grayback I'd rather be in limbo.The lads they let me slip, at least I made it from the ship. And seeming dead

To God quitting his job and deciding to become a bounty hunter. If a flap of a butterflies wing can alter history, why do people dislike the kid that always rips the wings off?