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Ravenfrost
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Awww. You wacky wabbits. This is like playing the lottery. I went on the site a few minutes ago, not for the first time as we've played this game before, and just typed the worst drivel that came into my head (below). And currently I write like... James Joyce!
Hah hah hah. (So not.)
Drivel:
My dear Sir Butterbutt. Damn your hide! I shall never see another day of it! Oh what pustules of pleasure shall roil about in my memory when I purpose your mental portrait.
Well, enough of that and alack, for 'tis time for my daily tiger taming lesson.
"You brute!" I shrieked, wrestling the great beast to the mat. "There is no twang in 'fang.' You fancy foreigner!"
"Take him away," I ordered curtly, snapping a stray mammoth or two in twain.
I wiped my brow with the great green kerchief embroidered with depressed whaling crews, a souvenir of the last bloody war between the Western yaks and my Aunt Farthingale, and sighed to see yet another forlorn shape carried away on a litter made of legos.
It was dark. It was light. I snarled. I wept. And fired 20 rounds from my beloved silver-handled gatling gun into the great beyond, the light twinkling maliciously at the demon soul that was I.
I am just that good.
Hah hah hah. (So not.)
Drivel:
My dear Sir Butterbutt. Damn your hide! I shall never see another day of it! Oh what pustules of pleasure shall roil about in my memory when I purpose your mental portrait.
Well, enough of that and alack, for 'tis time for my daily tiger taming lesson.
"You brute!" I shrieked, wrestling the great beast to the mat. "There is no twang in 'fang.' You fancy foreigner!"
"Take him away," I ordered curtly, snapping a stray mammoth or two in twain.
I wiped my brow with the great green kerchief embroidered with depressed whaling crews, a souvenir of the last bloody war between the Western yaks and my Aunt Farthingale, and sighed to see yet another forlorn shape carried away on a litter made of legos.
It was dark. It was light. I snarled. I wept. And fired 20 rounds from my beloved silver-handled gatling gun into the great beyond, the light twinkling maliciously at the demon soul that was I.
I am just that good.