Collected from the Egyptian desert in March of 1846, the Helix desertorum specimen was sent to the British Museum, where scientists thought it had expired in transit. It was glued to a cardboard display card shortly after.
One day four years later, curators noticed something strange about their catatonic mollusk: the shell seemed to have moved from its glued position and a trail of discoloration followed it.
Archivists removed it from the card to give it a bath, with a suspicion the snail might have in fact been slumbering.
After just a few minutes of exposure to moisture, the snail’s head poked from its shell and surveyed its new home with four eye stalks.
As the snail adjusted to active life again, it became a minor celebrity and sat for a portrait by the museum’s zoological artist for inclusion in a book on mollusks, seen below:
when ur looking for ur printer driver CD to help out ur dad and u find a relic
I’m pretty sure it’s a demo of a yugioh soundtrack (which I already own the full version of) (but I didn’t own that icon) (which is going to become the favicon for my personal website very shortly)
Let me explain to you a couple things about what the fuck just happened to me when I clicked on kaiba.exe.
My screen resolution on my primary monitor was reduced to 640x480 while the game displayed in the top 640x480 pixels of my second monitor.
Dan Green yelled “Greetings duelists!” and told me I was about to go on a hecking archaeological dig or some nonsense and also I could listen to some tunes
the title of the window for this fourteen-year-old program is simply “kaiba” because no one ever expected it to be read
Seto Kaiba’s goddamn eyeballs follow the movement of your mouse
My boyfriend just woke up, mostly still asleep and told me “don’t worry, it’s getting better” in a heavy, American accent, which is unusual for an Australian man.
“Why are you American?” I asked, to which I got:
“Sorry, it’s getting better” in a stereotypical posh English accent.
“Why are you English?” I asked, amused.
“What is he normally?” He managed to ask.
“He? You’re not anyone else, you’re you.”
“Ugh, me” was the last thing he said, in a right proper Aussie accent before he fell back into proper sleep.
Bitch just thwarted a ghost possession by judging his accents
Safe and Thaumiel don’t exist like “I’m fine just being in a box” like bitch are u just better than everyone else?? u dont need anyone in life u just content with yourself all by yourself is that what it is?? ur just so independent?? fake af try again sweaty . Thaumiel ur like “oh I can control others they all look up to me im the great one” so ur just saying ur better than everyone else…..?? again?? yall all the same smh. And now we got some new shit called Apollyon?? you haven’t even defined what u do yet ur just there?? all of you might as well be Neutralized