Previous edition Welcome to /extraflags/, a lovely spin-off of /flag/ except its a general for users with extra flags to discuss flags, extra flags, and autistic activities while funposting. don't have extra flags? get extra flags :^)
>What are extra flags? Extra Flags is an open-source and non-malicious plugin that adds regional flags, like states and provinces, to the already existing national flags on Jow Forums, Jow Forums, /sp/, and Jow Forums, by storing users' post number along with the selected regional flags, and retrieving it from a database when a thread is loaded. You can add your region's flag by requesting it on the GitHub page.
I feel slightly at peace. Don't worry, nothing's wrong. My head's calm for a bit. Feels nice.
David Rivera
Well fugg Gn then
Michael Wood
yes, I can see other people flags, but not my flags
Nicholas Hall
A $35 jacket for my mom and a $38 canvas of my Indiana map for dad Can't wait until I can graduate and afford more
Landon Edwards
I'm sorry. I cherish moments like these because my mind's always racing and forming bad thoughts and such, I get headaches sometimes. Goodnight friends.
now I can't see my flags, it's been like 6 hours since I haven't posted
Angel James
'Twas the night before Crimbo, when all through the home, Not a flagtist was stirring, not even Sonoma; Masterton, comfy by the fireplace, lay bare, As comfy Christmas dreams filled the night air; The flagtists were nestled quite snug in their beds; While visions of rare flags danced in their heads; Alkmaar, out in his tent, was quite cozy, The warmth of Brissie's king-size made him feel dozy, But all of a sudden, there came such a clatter, One little flagtist descended his bunk's ladder. Rubbing his eyes and feeling aloof, Little Bedford saw Dorset on top of the roof. The large English man, and his large English flag, Certainly did intrigue this one little fag; Careful not to wake the snoring Moco, Bedboy fashioned a mug of hot cocoa, Then climbing up the attic, and then to the roof, Bedfug heard the thump of a reindeer hoof. Dorset was taking inventory and gathering stuffed bears, And taking roll call for his eight beautiful mares: "Now, Tuvalu! Now, Guam! Now, South Sandwich and St. George! On, BIOT! On, USMOI! On, Portoia and Timor!” The big jolly Anglo, content with his reindeer, Did spy the young lad, flowing with cheer. With much aplomb, he said to the young Bedbug, “oh shidd whadd do you wand for chrimbo lil fug :-DDD” Bedfaggot did stumble, and mess up his cadence, But did get out one request, through all the suspense; “Mr. Anglo,” Bedfriend did stutter and crack, “All I'd like for Christmas is to have my gf back.” Dorset, taken aback, gave Bedlad a smile, And assured him Saber would be back in a short while. Then, taking the reins of the reindeer-driven Van, Dorset rode into the night, the absolute madman. Bedfam, finishing his cocoa and waving goodbye, Cheered for Dorset as he rode into the night sky. Dorset turned back, and yelled, holding tears, “It's been an honour, ya buncha queers!”
Bedfrodo waddled back into his dorm, and snuggled up next to Tampa, cozy and warm. “Was it even real?” he thought in his head. “Surely, my sanity must be hanging by a thread.” But little did he know, his query would be met, And the Anglo would provide the best Chrimbo yet.
As the young lad awoke, his mind was whirring, And all but him were awake and stirring. He ran down the stairs, to the smell of maple and bacon, A full-English breakfast, if he wasn't mistaken! His mother Valerie tugged on his sleeve, And handed him a meal you wouldn't believe! The finest hams, sausages, scones and more; Cakes, crackers, and candies galore! But what Bedford saw next had topped it all; A stack of pressies, eleven metres tall! His brothers were already going through theirs, Wrapping and tissue paper flew through the air; Minnie got a Sintiq, it was even brand new. Src had unwrapped a powerful CPU. Trieste and Malta got some dirty magazines, and Harz, a wonderful new pair of jeans. Portland had gotten some wine – world class, and Autismo himself unwrapped a fat pound of grass. Sonoma got a wonderful silk-weaved fedora, and Tampa got a flag for every regional in Andorra. But of all these presents, wrapped red and green, Something quite sad came to be seen. The young Bedfunk was overcome with shame; None of these Chrimbo presents had his name! Toasty's dakimakura, and Alkiz's new liquor, The more gifts he overturned, the more he felt sicker. Bedflail started pouting, and even started to cry, When his mother Valerie came over to help the little guy. “Oh, Bedbilby, don't pout!” She started to scold; “Dorset gave me your present to hold.”
Out from her pocket, came a little red present, With gold and silver lacing, and a maple-esque scent. Carefully, he unwrapped his new pressie, Being careful to not damage, or get unduly messy. Inside this box, however, was not the gf he sought, But a little red pouch, with gold string taut. With this little red pouch came a little red note, The handwriting was gentle, as Dorset had wrote: “Sorry, Bedbuddy, I couldn't get you Saber.” “But I did take care of that piece of shit neighbour.”
Bedbunk opened the pouch, and held into the air, A tied little tuft of the black, wiry beard hair. He sprinted to the window, and cried tears of joy; The Paki had been slain, and Bedfence was one happy boy. He slipped on his snow shoes, and his thick winter coat, His mother wrapped his scarf around his throat. He sprinted through the white Christmas flurry, He smelt that familiar stench of shit curry. A wonderful sight – first responders all down the avenue; It had really happened! Dorset's note was true! As the nigger Maryland was loaded on the ambulance stretcher, Bedford did declare, “It's the greatest Christmas ever!”
Holy shit that ending had me in tears, did not see that coming. This is actually perfect. Not sure if intentional or not but I like how the first part was discordfags and the second part was threadfags, really well done Sevier
Levi Morales
BASED
Thomas Davis
This was really well done, I didn't expect something so thought out and with a cohesive story
Jose Foster
>page 8
Nicholas Lewis
already bored ama
Cameron Allen
What do you think of this and why do you want it in you so badly?
>tfw there's apparently another Detroit /flaggot/ besides me I truly wish to meet them
Josiah Turner
Just be him. Become mayor of Commiefornia, leave the U.S., and meme for 5-10 years then run away to a forest in a fly over state once the food shortages start
Andrew Gray
Really? I've been here a while and you're the first Detroit I've ever seen. >food shortages hurr durr you really got me there, like I haven't heard that before. The only people starving will be landlords and women
Jackson Lewis
I think I saw someone mention them on Jow Forums or a thread on here (but it wasn't me because I'm new)
>only landlords and women Well (you) be prepared to rot away
