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Everzwijn* in Dutch]] (or Everz for short) became a troper sometime around September 2009, after having lurked around for months. He likes to describe himself as some worthless bum from the Netherlands. Likes to waste his time browsing the internets aimlessly. Has had his life ruined by TvTropes very thoroughly * ]].
He contributes by sporadically editing pages and posting on the forums and YKTTW. Mostly hangs around Forum Games. Used to play a big part in We Are Our Avatars.
Feel free to vandalize this page, tropers.
Everzwijn can be blamed for creating the following pages:
Tropes that people believe apply to Everzwijn:
Vandalization section:Huzzah! Another fellow Dutchman and Mx0 fan! Enjoy your stay! Kayeka
Saw Fear today. Dude. Keep it up. Aliroz The Confused.
The Mighty Anonym You were right; now suffer fool! VANDALIZE, VANDALIZE, VANDALIZE, VANDALIZE! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Mattman324: You wanted a bastardization, and you got one. THIS PAGE HAS BEEN BASTARDIZED!
Fauxlosophe IT IS TIME FOR A HAM OFF!
It's a me, KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! ~ SeveredKhan
Your avatar's a ninja Farfetch'd. Have a cookie.It was pounding its grey-brown hide, very literally hell-for-leather Across the fresh-ploughed slabs and furrows Bolting for hoped-for cover Like the bullet that would otherwise overtake it, The product of a primeval ‘fight or flight’, self-preservation mechanism Triggered by acutely mortal senses, simultaneously overwhelmed By what had ‘no right’ to be there in Danny’s Wood: Luminous, luridly unnatural ‘Don’t shoot me – shoot anything else that moves! ’ vests; A cacophony of football rattles viciously clacking and gnashing their teeth Like a pack of ravening hounds baying for blood, And, above all, that unmistakable, sickly smell, Harbinger of the ultimate predator, Spreading and encircling like a stalking plague, Cutting off escape, Closing in for the kill. It was still going, Charging over the ridge And lost to line-of-sight of one rifle After both barrels had missed their mark. Seconds later, from the other side of the hill, One solitary shot rang out, Its six or more distinct echoes Ricocheting and reverberating off every slope between Brunstatt and Bruebach: A sort of sorry, last salute for a Sanglier: A worthy adversary, But for me more a sad memory Of a man-made murder unnecessary. - Tony Jolley. One I've never ever, Know... A European like me! Wow, that fills me with glee! I salute you, dear friend, Maybe soon we'll defend, The castle from demons and monsters, And maybe even go further, You are cool, and pretty fly, Who can hate you? There's no reason why. - [[{{Tropers\Inhopelessguy}} The Songseamster]] YOU MAY KNOW EVERYTHING I'M GOING TO DO, BUT- oh screw it, nobody's going to get this anyway. - Katana Cat Hello. - Boxen
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