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Mzeusia wrote:

If like to but I've got a lot of stuff to do over the coming days.

Okay, good luck with what you have going on! :)

Temmi wrote:

come checkout the farm guys!
PET THIS MOOSE!!!   (●´ω｀●)

Awwwww! *extends hand to velvety moose nose* =^-^=

The copper states wrote:

Hi! This is Lazarus. Things like these happen frequently in Lazarus. As a matter of fact, we had an android uprising a few months back!

I find that the best way to stay sane here is to join in with the fun.

That's sexist! What about gynoids? Or neuter? Or ... [let's the madness of postmodernist thinking collide with AIs enabled robotics].

And yes, we are that advanced, however creating human like intelligence can get you too close to the original. (Specially if you a) have high tech b) respect free will

In any case it makes for interesting countries. Yay for robosexuals! (1)

Seconds ago: Following new legislation in Aigania, robotic spouses prove to be just as imperfect as flesh and blood ones.

(1) Ummm that would also include same sex marriage with a robotic partner, and marriage between robots and humans, and same sex marriage between humans and robots, and ... I think that at this point traditional moralists have fainted and family lawyers are grinning with a maniac grin.

BrightonBurg wrote:

The best poll in recorded Human history is afoot! vote now!

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^ Best Halloween candy?

I think you already posted it before ^-^

Auphelia wrote:

Only three breakfasts?

Do tell me you're not going on a diet!

Of course not! There were three more after, during church services.

Auphelia wrote:

Oh, thank goodness!

Shall I begin preparing the post-church chowder?

MMPH MMPH!

Debussy wrote:

Moose cream, get your moose cream here.

made from real meeses??? o_o

Blaumeisehaven, capital of the South Frisia province
During routine customs checks in the largest harbour of Leonism, widely nicknamed as "Gateway to Lazarus", customs police officers found a crate of undeclared moose stew from the New adelsin Christian Moose Farm on an inbound freighter. The crate has been confiscated and will be subject to laboratory tests in the local veterinarian offices. It remains unknown who exactly imported the crate and to whom it was supposed to be shipped, as moose stew is unknown in the Imperium and meese are not native to Imperial territory.

New adelsin wrote:

Moose farm fair is open folks!!!

*sets up tables with boiling hot moose stew and milk*

Cooommmmmeee annnd gettt it while it's still HOT! *Sets up bowls*

After you've eaten, please approach Sneyland to be baptized in our pool full of holy water!

Next up we have Temmi with the moose petting area! Please take a ticket from her! Each person has 5 minutes with the little meece!

Lastly, Debussy will be serving moose cream for dessert! Please approach him for a bowl!

Ok.

Sneyland wrote:

Ok...

No thanks Sney.
I hope you've confiscated Adelsin's whiskey.

Our race is a hybrid mix of European and Asian people. The pure race of Eurasians populate the island and are strong

Mzeusia wrote:

No thanks Sney.
I hope you've confiscated Adelsin's whiskey.

I've tried, but he always just hits me. :(

Sneyland wrote:

Ok. *puts head in holy water* .... *takes head out* your free to go.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!

MY EYES, MY EYES!
I CAN SEE... I CAN SEE... GOD!

HE LOOKS LIKE PAIN.

ARRRRRRGH...

The Tubbius family is home, and all of them, even the babies, are about to lie down for a good, long nap. Well, maybe not the babies growing inside Her Motherhood. They know nothing of social cues or of Mommy's desire to sleep off a very full tum-tum alongside their Doughy Daddy. At a little over four months along, the growing litter of blubbery babies are even starting to round out Her Gravidity's always protruding belly. Mrs. Tubbius always appears as if She is seven or eight months along with as many children, due to Her magical connection to all mothers-to-be in Treadwellia, but She is beginning to show hints of growing even rounder than usual, now!

This, of course, leads to the same question every morning from the expectant father: just how many MORE, Dearest?

That question won't get answered today, it seems, nor for several months yet. First: an afternoon nap!