RE: [TYCHE]: Notails are awful Raffle (Ends 12/2)
11-27-2017, 08:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-06-2018, 11:34 PM by CosmicClaxon.)
You’re a mean one, Mr. Notail
You really are a fiend
You’re as warmhearted as a blood mantis, each condolence is pretend, Mr. Notail
You’re the polar opposite of a cosmic godsend
You’re a monster, Mr. Notail
Your mind's a horrid void
Your mask’s a lynchian veil, you’re deceased down to your core, Mr. Notail
Than contact, I’d rather you be hit by a sidewinding meteor
You’re a wicked one, Mr. Notail
Your legacy’s a chronic, callous trial
You deserve to be placed in the Neo’s towering junk pile, Mr. Notail
Given the choice between either fate, I’d take the Neo’s towering junk pile
You’re a nightmare, Mr. Notail
Your tests defy logistic thoughts
Your classes are made of erroneous argonauts or eery, sleazy bums, Mr. Notail
The phrase that best describes you is as follows, and I quote
“Damned, astral-scum!”
You’re a rattlecap, Mr. Notail
Your gnarly claws recede
You hold the universe’s record for copious amounts of misdeeds, Mr. Notail
Sending new-eyed children and entire species to their grave,
your contribution to corruption from era to era is an epic without end
You sicken me, Mr. Notail
With a literal and figurative “sick”!
All the universe wants you gone, your councils erased of every reprehensible trace, Mr. Notail
It’s a miracle you haven’t already been bashed with a three hundred and one ton mace
You really are a fiend
You’re as warmhearted as a blood mantis, each condolence is pretend, Mr. Notail
You’re the polar opposite of a cosmic godsend
You’re a monster, Mr. Notail
Your mind's a horrid void
Your mask’s a lynchian veil, you’re deceased down to your core, Mr. Notail
Than contact, I’d rather you be hit by a sidewinding meteor
You’re a wicked one, Mr. Notail
Your legacy’s a chronic, callous trial
You deserve to be placed in the Neo’s towering junk pile, Mr. Notail
Given the choice between either fate, I’d take the Neo’s towering junk pile
You’re a nightmare, Mr. Notail
Your tests defy logistic thoughts
Your classes are made of erroneous argonauts or eery, sleazy bums, Mr. Notail
The phrase that best describes you is as follows, and I quote
“Damned, astral-scum!”
You’re a rattlecap, Mr. Notail
Your gnarly claws recede
You hold the universe’s record for copious amounts of misdeeds, Mr. Notail
Sending new-eyed children and entire species to their grave,
your contribution to corruption from era to era is an epic without end
You sicken me, Mr. Notail
With a literal and figurative “sick”!
All the universe wants you gone, your councils erased of every reprehensible trace, Mr. Notail
It’s a miracle you haven’t already been bashed with a three hundred and one ton mace