Zero Rubicite BPs in 30 hours and 2 people on list (Teal)

[PointMade]

Originally Posted by branamil [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Imagine if they had used that time to exercise, learn an instrument, learn a language, call their mom, find a date, or have sex

1) Home gym used in between 22 minute spawn cycles
2) Already play guitar
3) No thanks
4) Spoke with her twice during the session
5) Married
6) See 5

[uygi]

Originally Posted by branamil [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Imagine if they had used that time to exercise, learn an instrument, learn a language, call their mom, find a date, or have sex

If you’re not having sex doggystyle facing the monitor, you’re doing /list wrong. For the ladies kneeling on the desk chair (or dudes I guess, whatever), you get to click the afk box while getting plowed.

Best is when she gets a good night lay and a good morning pounding in the same /list session.

[RipVanFish]

Can I have the 3 minutes I spent reading this thread back please.

[Phaezed-Reality]

took me 70+ hours i stopped counting to get mine. don't see a problem here.

[Zelbor]

The Cool and Successful Guy Who Plays EverQuest Only 5 Hours A Day sits up in his expensive desk chair (purchased with all the money he earns at his job which he definitely has and which is very important and which pays very well because only smart, productive people can do jobs like his). His posture is perfect, thanks to the mighty, chiseled abs and back muscles he developed by going to the gym instead of Camping Pixels. “A Rubicite Breastplate?” he thinks to himself, “Meh. I suppose if I weren’t so busy making money and having sex with all these beautiful women, I could get one of those. But I don’t, because of all the money-making and sex-having that occupy my time each day.” He smiles, showing his perfect, pearly white teeth, kept in pristine condition as a result of the time he is able to spend brushing them regularly (unlike Losers Who Camp For Pixels, who could not possibly also practice basic hygiene and self-care). “J’aime manger du fromage,” he mutters. “Oh, sorry, that’s just a little French I taught myself while you were busy camping pixels. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” He chuckles. He would like to spend longer posting on an Internet forum about the many differences between his own, blessed existence and the cursed, tragic so-called ‘lives’ of people who have slightly nicer pixels in a 20-year-old videogame, but he’s called away by the dozen or so supermodels who live with him in his beautiful mansion, pleading for him to pleasure them, as he does each night after he gets home from his very important job and also the gym and also after he finishes playing EverQuest for only about 3 or 4 hours or maybe 5 but definitely not more because that would make him a loser. As he steps away from the computer (which is better and more expensive than yours, by the way) to join his private harem for yet another night of debauchery, he grabs his saxophone, figuring he’ll have time to practice it while the supermodels get warmed up. The sounds of the solo from Careless Whisper, played perfectly, soon fill the halls of his large and tastefully decorated home…

[greenspectre]

Originally Posted by Zelbor [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

The Cool and Successful Guy Who Plays EverQuest Only 5 Hours A Day sits up in his expensive desk chair (purchased with all the money he earns at his job which he definitely has and which is very important and which pays very well because only smart, productive people can do jobs like his). His posture is perfect, thanks to the mighty, chiseled abs and back muscles he developed by going to the gym instead of Camping Pixels. “A Rubicite Breastplate?” he thinks to himself, “Meh. I suppose if I weren’t so busy making money and having sex with all these beautiful women, I could get one of those. But I don’t, because of all the money-making and sex-having that occupy my time each day.” He smiles, showing his perfect, pearly white teeth, kept in pristine condition as a result of the time he is able to spend brushing them regularly (unlike Losers Who Camp For Pixels, who could not possibly also practice basic hygiene and self-care). “J’aime manger du fromage,” he mutters. “Oh, sorry, that’s just a little French I taught myself while you were busy camping pixels. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” He chuckles. He would like to spend longer posting on an Internet forum about the many differences between his own, blessed existence and the cursed, tragic so-called ‘lives’ of people who have slightly nicer pixels in a 20-year-old videogame, but he’s called away by the dozen or so supermodels who live with him in his beautiful mansion, pleading for him to pleasure them, as he does each night after he gets home from his very important job and also the gym and also after he finishes playing EverQuest for only about 3 or 4 hours or maybe 5 but definitely not more because that would make him a loser. As he steps away from the computer (which is better and more expensive than yours, by the way) to join his private harem for yet another night of debauchery, he grabs his saxophone, figuring he’ll have time to practice it while the supermodels get warmed up. The sounds of the solo from Careless Whisper, played perfectly, soon fill the halls of his large and tastefully decorated home…

I laughed, I cried. If this was Reddit, I'd upvote. 5/7 would go on this adventure again.

[supermonk]

i highly suggest sitting on a fully loaded herman miller aeron chair - your back will thank you later after all those long farming sessions. p99 keeps me out of grouble...i'd probably end up dead, broke, or in jail. being a degenerate will catch up to you eventually.

[Meiva]

Originally Posted by uygi [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

If you’re not having sex doggystyle facing the monitor, you’re doing /list wrong. For the ladies kneeling on the desk chair (or dudes I guess, whatever), you get to click the afk box while getting plowed.

Make her click the afk box. Amateur.

[bum3]

Vaetin up to 40 hours now on Teal. His last try was almost 30 hours. We got him believing he's killing goblins. This isn't healthy for his brain.

[Smellybuttface]

Originally Posted by Zelbor [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

The Cool and Successful Guy Who Plays EverQuest Only 5 Hours A Day sits up in his expensive desk chair (purchased with all the money he earns at his job which he definitely has and which is very important and which pays very well because only smart, productive people can do jobs like his). His posture is perfect, thanks to the mighty, chiseled abs and back muscles he developed by going to the gym instead of Camping Pixels. “A Rubicite Breastplate?” he thinks to himself, “Meh. I suppose if I weren’t so busy making money and having sex with all these beautiful women, I could get one of those. But I don’t, because of all the money-making and sex-having that occupy my time each day.” He smiles, showing his perfect, pearly white teeth, kept in pristine condition as a result of the time he is able to spend brushing them regularly (unlike Losers Who Camp For Pixels, who could not possibly also practice basic hygiene and self-care). “J’aime manger du fromage,” he mutters. “Oh, sorry, that’s just a little French I taught myself while you were busy camping pixels. I wouldn’t expect you to understand.” He chuckles. He would like to spend longer posting on an Internet forum about the many differences between his own, blessed existence and the cursed, tragic so-called ‘lives’ of people who have slightly nicer pixels in a 20-year-old videogame, but he’s called away by the dozen or so supermodels who live with him in his beautiful mansion, pleading for him to pleasure them, as he does each night after he gets home from his very important job and also the gym and also after he finishes playing EverQuest for only about 3 or 4 hours or maybe 5 but definitely not more because that would make him a loser. As he steps away from the computer (which is better and more expensive than yours, by the way) to join his private harem for yet another night of debauchery, he grabs his saxophone, figuring he’ll have time to practice it while the supermodels get warmed up. The sounds of the solo from Careless Whisper, played perfectly, soon fill the halls of his large and tastefully decorated home…

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