The Vagrant
"I was drunk— this definitely did not happen."
(The troper faints in a dead heap)
edited 19th Feb '15 11:39:13 PM by SymeSynth
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.
Cursed with bad timing and hiatuses
Screams and faints at revelation.
...
I can't feel my everything anymore...
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
-is dead-
Lizard Metabolism
...it could have been worse, all things considering.
Though I'm probably gonna have my head smashed open with a scepter any moment now, so...
How do lizards fly?
WHAT KIND OF BLADES DID YOU USE ON ME!?
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
my current job
There's a limit, and I hit mine a loooong time ago.
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.
My son is a dumbass
nooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Wow. How'd this happen?
Student of Story
... pretty sure this would more or less be my exact reaction
◊
Well, that's awkward.
Glory to Arachnos
I'M NOT INTO BESTIALITY!
-Spider Lizard Noises-
Lizard Metabolism
I, er... I kinda feel like Hollowing...
How do lizards fly?
Cursed with bad timing and hiatuses
I can't.....feel...my bones...
D-did you drug me or something!? A-and why would you even do that!?
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Annoyed Mode: ON
...fair enough.
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And probably illegal. She's fourteen.
edited 21st Feb '15 9:26:25 PM by Katarsus
This is messed up.
Cursed with bad timing and hiatuses
How.....why....did..this....happen to...me?
Something something smithy
Ow... Cactus... Hurts...
Something something Arena.
...I'm never playing strip poker with you again, you pervert...
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Cursed with bad timing and hiatuses
The horror....the horror!
My son is a dumbass
that was educational
Something something smithy
I don't feel comfortable with life anymore.
Something something Arena.
. . .
"We can handle what is true, for we are already living it."