>>14791
it's just dead usually, dregonaut.

Do you want it to be anonymous? If not, bluelight was always the only one I knew that was good besides 420chan.

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Don't fuckle

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Time for HALF-LIFE 2

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Ace Combat
I like the single-engine jet fighters like the F-16, Mirage and Gripen.

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Dear John,

This thread reminds me of a time not long ago about freedom and other such things.

Anyway hope your fine

John

P.S. was the mask thing a fetish that I did not pick on, oh well not to worry

>>48886

The system requires people who don't succeed to function. Everybody can't start their own business, or find another job. There are limited numbers of jobs, and businesses won't have employees if everybody is running their own.

Turks scream toothpicks will never be outlawed because the price of building more prisons is too expensive, but did the costs of jails stop lawmakers from banning straws?

>white marble
>Posts shitty mental hospital tiles
This is not paranormal, this is just stupid

You will either die
Or be reborn

Life is just a dream
>careful now

I do be so loooooooooooooooooooooooooong

Nice. Hopefully there’s more?

A hazy stream of twilight spilled into the siblings’ room, bathing the young woman sleeping in the bottom bunk in a yellowish sheen. She yawned, sitting up and stretching as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Making her way to the closet, she noted the unsettling silence in her bedroom, an extremely uncommon occurrence over the past 3 years, and donned her technically-government-mandated school uniform; a dark navy-blue polo shirt and a 22-inch khaki skirt. She absolutely abhorred her school’s dress code, but unfortunately, she didn’t have many other options, especially considering the degenerate-infested shithole she and her family inhabited. After spending about half an hour applying her makeup she cast a sidelong glance at the top bunk, almost worried by the utter stillness she noticed, so much so that she took it upon herself to check up on the boy. “Hey Jess, you up?” she began, palming one of the rungs of the ladder up to the boy’s bed, “You should hurry up and get dressed, I’ll walk you to the bus stop on my way t–” the words died on her lips when she saw the empty bed. “God dammit,” she muttered.

Jessie stood at the bus stop at the end of Calhoun street, his backpack slung over his shoulders as he scratched and picked at the hem of his tattered and dirty jacket, a thin layer of unspeakable fluid congealed around the child’s sleeves and emitting a rather odd odor. He stood and waited, reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cellphone and check the time; 6:54 A.M. The prepubescent despised waking up so early, but it was the only way he could ensure that his sister wouldn't be around to disturb him, or at least wouldn't have the time to. Alice would be getting dressed right about now, leaving the house by 7:15 if she wanted to make it to school by 8, which gave Jessie plenty of time to get home, eat breakfast, take a quick shower, and maybe even watch some cartoons before he had to be at school come 9. He sat on a nearby bench, swiping through his phone before hovering over the .mp3 he'd recorded the night before. Fishing his earbuds out of his backpack, the young child plugged them in and opened the file, grimacing as he was assaulted with the sounds of his mother’s yelling followed by Alice’s shrill retorts. He listened for a few minutes before he heard the sound of the children’s bedroom door slamming followed by the muffled hiss of the local route R42 bus’s brakes as it came to a stop, its doors opening and what looked like a horribly confused and drunken homeless woman shambling out before stumbling off down the street. Jessie sighed, taking note of the time once again – 7:07 – before making his way back home. On days like today he'd taken to leaving home early and travelling about half a mile away to one of the city’s seedier (relatively speaking) neighborhoods so he could avoid dealing with his sister’s post-playtime affections.

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>>25846
>A hazy stream of twilight spilled into the siblings’ room, bathing the young woman sleeping in the bottom bunk in a yellowish sheen. She yawned, sitting up and stretching as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Making her way to the closet, she noted the unsettling silence in her bedroom, an extremely uncommon occurrence over the past 3 years, and donned her technically-government-mandated school uniform; a dark navy-blue polo shirt and a 22-inch khaki skirt. She absolutely abhorred her school’s dress code, but unfortunately, she didn’t have many other options, especially considering the degenerate-infested shithole she and her family inhabited. After spending about half an hour applying her makeup she cast a sidelong glance at the top bunk, almost worried by the utter stillness she noticed, so much so that she took it upon herself to check up on the boy. “Hey Jess, you up?” she began, palming one of the rungs of the ladder up to the boy’s bed, “You should hurry up and get dressed, I’ll walk you to the bus stop on my way t–” the words died on her lips when she saw the empty bed. “God dammit,” she muttered.

>Jessie stood at the bus stop at the end of Calhoun street, his backpack slung over his shoulders as he scratched and picked at the hem of his tattered and dirty jacket, a thin layer of unspeakable fluid congealed around the child’s sleeves and emitting a rather odd odor. He stood and waited, reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cellphone and check the time; 6:54 A.M. The prepubescent despised waking up so early, but it was the only way he could ensure that his sister wouldn't be around to disturb him, or at least wouldn't have the time to. Alice would be getting dressed right about now, leaving the house by 7:15 if she wanted to make it to school by 8, which gave Jessie plenty of time to get home, eat breakfast, take a quick shower, and maybe even watch some cartoons before he had to be at school come 9. He sat on a nearby bench, swiping through his phone before hovering over the .mp3 he'd recorded the night before. Fishing his earbuds out of his backpack, the young child plugged them in and opened the file, grimacing as he was assaulted with the sounds of his mother’s yelling followed by Alice’s shrill retorts. He listened for a few minutes before he heard the sound of the children’s bedroom door slamming followed by the muffled hiss of the local route R42 bus’s brakes as it came to a stop, its doors opening and what looked like a horribly confused and drunken homeless woman shambling out before stumbling off down the street. Jessie sighed, taking note of the time once again – 7:07 – before making his way back home. On days like today he'd taken to leaving home early and travelling about half a mile away to one of Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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How do display your email and subject options?

>>16843

But is all of it uncensored?

>>16843
Link is dead man. Got another one?

Does anybody have any links to the E.C.M. stuff? I can't find them anywhere. I'm looking for all of the games if anybody has them

Dont use that fucktard book the US army released one, easy google search "TM 31-210 Improvised Munitions Handbook"

The text is broadly recognised as a hoax, the instructions are designed mostly to blow the hands off communists. Even the Molotovs were totally wrong.
I'm going to say that not a single set of inductions works, about half would be liable to injure the user, a tennis ball full of gunpowder will hurt nobody.
Many "military" materials are similarly fake.

Just a side note. A Hard copy of the book in the UK will get you an instance two years extra jail time (if not more). If you are every busted or the police get search you home for a criminal offence. Which in the UK is growing at an alarming rate.

So OP, you must know a pdf is a dangerous piece of government shit.
It easy to find.
So what are your real motive's.
Tell you what keep them to yourself.

>>26049
Thanks!

I've got a few stories in the works. Not sure when they'll be done, though. They are longer, multi chapter works and I'm holding off on posting until I've got more done.

>>26078

Thanks a bunch! I can't think of any gdom on men/boy stories. It's a rather rare genre. I remember reading some stories by Young_Lesbian_Femdom on ASSTR years ago but they were gdom on women.

==Jumping Hotdog's Camp Mentempuer - Day One==

>Twelve year old Bianca wakes up to find herself on a strange island. She soon meets a talking parrot, is told she must overcome diverse challenges and faces her first dangerous enemy. More importantly, she learns the island is no adventure story from a young adult novel. Beset by vicious enemies set on sexual violation, Bianca's only hope lies in reaching Camp Mentempuer, but might the camp contain even greater horrors than the guards set to keep her from it?

This is an older story but stayed tuned. New chapter coming right up.

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Bianca looked around. Two dozen girls filled the beach, none appearing older than twelve. None wore a stitch of clothing, making guessing their ages easy. They lay like discarded dolls on the sand. Some were face down, little-girl asses in the air, while others were face up, small or nonexistent titties on display.

A tiny black girl lay near the tide line. The serf washed in and rolled over her toes before pulling back. Her dark skin glimmered with salty sheen. She didn't stir and only the slight rise and fall of her flat, bare chest spoke to her continued life.

Despite that sparkle, Bianca couldn't take her eyes off the black girl's cunny. It was so small and, well, black, so very different from her own pink pussy. Butterflies battered her stomach, so many of them, and she didn't know what to do.

A parrot flapped down from the sky and landed on the sand. Bianca used the commotion to tear her eyes from the other girl's private parts. At first the parrot didn't notice Bianca. It fluttered its brilliant blue and red wings and then walked among the sleeping girls.
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==Jumping Hotdog's Camp Mentempuer - Day Two==

Codes: fg, Mg, best, oral, mast, bond, rape, ds, fdom, mc, tf, breast, viol

> Bianca begins her second day at the terrifying Camp Mentempuer. To see out the day Bianca must over come deadly showers, powerful rapists and her own traitorous body. Can she triumph over the sadistic mistresses or is even survival too high a price?

And there we go! Day Two. Something new. I can now officially say I’ve wrote *something* in 2020. Year officially saved.

~#~

The loud cry of a bell woke Bianca. It was morning, the next morning, the day after her life changed forever. The bell's long high note rolled through her flesh and made her shiver. The night before that very bell had seized control of her body and forced her to eat the most disgusting meal of her life. Even now, hours later, her stomach still roiled. She had barely survived one day at Camp Mentempuer; how could she possibly survive another?

Dawn light broke through the cabin's windows, revealing the pornography plastered to the walls. It was even on the ceiling. Hanging partly off the bed, Bianca looked up and saw a women so beautiful it took her breath away. She could have been a supermodel, with darkly bronzed mixed race skin and almost black almond eyes. Vivid white ropes bit into her body, deep and tight. The red marks of a whip or crop covered her front, particularly concentrated on her small but shapely breasts. Her eyes shone with a strange submissive strength and her two front teeth bit into her plump lip. Strangely, in this room of hideous abuse, she almost gloried in her bondage and pain. Bianca wasn't sure if the poster was the best or worst thing in the room.

Beckie poked her head out of her bed and looked down at Bianca. The black girl smiled. They'd elected to share a bunk bed, with Beckie taking the top and Bianca the bottom.
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>>148305
what the hell are you talking about retard

https://emulation.gametechwiki.com

>>148288

Like >>148459 has suggested, https://emulation.gametechwiki.com/ is the best place to look up information on emulators. Almost everything that you might need to get things set up can be found there.

Sadly, I can not help you with finding ROMs since I'm 90% sure linking to sites that host them is against the rules and I don't want to risk getting banned by trying to see what I can get away with. The most I can tell you is to use your preferred search engine and look up '(Game Name) ROM download' and give some of the results a try until you find a site you like. Just remember to use an ad blocker if you haven't already been using one for some reason.

Good luck man, hope this helps.