Re: The Grand Failure
07-17-2011, 02:51 AM
>Be the other troll
You do so.
You are now Misteri Roboto, and you are currently FLIPPING ALL THE SHITS. No shit has gone unflipped in your quest to TOTALLY FREAK OUT at these happenings.
Your are seven solar sweeps old, and until recently was partaking in a game called sBURG, given as a gift by your likely-insane moirailbeast Gettysburg, who will currently NOT SHUT UP. The fact that sBURG proceeded to BOMBARD YOUR HOME PLANET, ALTERNIA with meteors, combined with Gettysburg's shitty record as a moirail (a relationship that began with him probably-accidentally killing your lusus), makes you suspect Gettysburg may be a SHITTY MOIRAIL.
You do not presently give two (flipped) shits about this, seeing as you are now SOMEWHERE ELSE. You have a suspicion that it is Gettysburg's doing, but he is not answering your pesterings like the SHITTY MOIRAIL he is.
Your hobbies, prior to the incineration of your homeworld, include HACKING YOUR TROLL-GUNDAMED LUSUS, FURTHERING YOUR HATELOVE WITH YOUR KISMESIS SO HE WILL FIX YOUR HACKING ATTEMPTS JUST SO HE CAN SCOFF AT HOW USELESS YOU ARE, BEACHCOMBING, and LISTENING TO GETTYSBURG'S TALES OF HOW THE WORLD WILL END. You are pretty shit at most of your hobbies, but don't like admitting it. Despite your high position on the hemospectrum, you are not an aquatic troll. You secretly RELISH your STRAWBERRY blood colour, seeing as it gives you something to REBEL over. You tried having MUD BROWN blood for a week, but found REBELLING easier when you had A FUCKTON OF MONEY AND SOCIAL STATUS.
You are now in some kind of battle to the death. What do you do?
You do so.
You are now Misteri Roboto, and you are currently FLIPPING ALL THE SHITS. No shit has gone unflipped in your quest to TOTALLY FREAK OUT at these happenings.
Your are seven solar sweeps old, and until recently was partaking in a game called sBURG, given as a gift by your likely-insane moirailbeast Gettysburg, who will currently NOT SHUT UP. The fact that sBURG proceeded to BOMBARD YOUR HOME PLANET, ALTERNIA with meteors, combined with Gettysburg's shitty record as a moirail (a relationship that began with him probably-accidentally killing your lusus), makes you suspect Gettysburg may be a SHITTY MOIRAIL.
You do not presently give two (flipped) shits about this, seeing as you are now SOMEWHERE ELSE. You have a suspicion that it is Gettysburg's doing, but he is not answering your pesterings like the SHITTY MOIRAIL he is.
Your hobbies, prior to the incineration of your homeworld, include HACKING YOUR TROLL-GUNDAMED LUSUS, FURTHERING YOUR HATELOVE WITH YOUR KISMESIS SO HE WILL FIX YOUR HACKING ATTEMPTS JUST SO HE CAN SCOFF AT HOW USELESS YOU ARE, BEACHCOMBING, and LISTENING TO GETTYSBURG'S TALES OF HOW THE WORLD WILL END. You are pretty shit at most of your hobbies, but don't like admitting it. Despite your high position on the hemospectrum, you are not an aquatic troll. You secretly RELISH your STRAWBERRY blood colour, seeing as it gives you something to REBEL over. You tried having MUD BROWN blood for a week, but found REBELLING easier when you had A FUCKTON OF MONEY AND SOCIAL STATUS.
You are now in some kind of battle to the death. What do you do?
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow