The thing with the red gold crown.
I show tough love while caring awesomely.
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
Digital Analogy
I make love while caring awesomely.
In porto perse vitulus est.
Ded
I am the personification of love and care.
If you wanna PM me, send it to my mrsunshinesprinkles account; this one is blorked.
Am I a weirdo?
I eat love and care on my toast every morning.
Bigotry will NEVER be welcome on TV Tropes.
Digital Analogy
I eat nuclear love and atomic caring on my holy toast every morning while on fire.
In porto perse vitulus est.
I put you out.
I put you and them out.
I do that while I revive this thread!
"Strategy? Spacing? I just keep punching until I hit something." - Sol Badguy
I kill the thread again.
Problem Child
I take the bullet for the thread like a badass.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?
I have infinite ammo.
Little Laguz
I have infinite ammo with two different guns.
The only reason why I like waking up is because I like falling asleep.
One just might
I have infinite ammo with two different guns that shoot two bullets at once.
If a chicken crosses the road and nobody else is around to see it, does the road move beneath the chicken instead?
Problem Child
-I take all of your bullets together and just keep going, saving the thread from death-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?
The thing with the red gold crown.
I stab the thread in the back with my dagger while you lay bleeding on the ground
"E tu Philosopher?"
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
Problem Child
My tears of failure bring the thread back to life.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?
I set the thread on fire and watch it slowly burn to death.
The thing with the red gold crown.
I put the thread out and beat it back to life. Then I beat it to death with the Sunday paper.
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
The thing with the red gold crown.
But I don't have a name! For you see there is no name that can capture my awesome, wild, and free essence.
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.
I find one. It's Tom Jenkins.
Problem Child
I have your name Tom Jenkins legally changed to Dashblitz McFuckinawesome
edited 19th Nov '12 4:54:10 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?
And I have that changed to Dashin Macmotherfuckinawesome.
One just might
I changed it to Jim Bob, then make a legal decree that you are stuck with that name for life.
If a chicken crosses the road and nobody else is around to see it, does the road move beneath the chicken instead?
I care awesomely.
In porto perse vitulus est.