Matheus

yes, i love you. im in a better place now, son. u must carry on my legacy; purge every dark skinned elf and edgy ur sight can catch.

wet tutor i like a man who can depreciate my value with memes

konosuba was p alright this season also check out onichcichi. stellar cinematography. Quite fine. I'm pretty into fiction writing nowadays. I've long since started to stave myself off of LOTC namely due its RP not accommodating to my contemporary standards. D&D and other similar RP mediums are what I fancy now. I feel that a more structured RP environment provides me with more consistent, dedicated roleplay in the long run. Hbu? How's the Jewish family?

Don't ask me for anime recommendations. I'm not a weaboo.

opinion on me? do you still love me? do you still pay your ghouls minimum wage? On the underside of your refrigerator there is a switch. Reach under there and feel for it. Don't mind the dust clumps and the roaches. You'll know it when you feel it, it's a hard metal tab sticking out of a slot in the plastic underside. I will be set on the righthand side (when you're facing the fridge). If you switch it to the left, nothing will happen. Your appliances will continue to run, the floor won't open into a swirling vortex that leads directly into the deepest circle of hell. You won't even hear a hitch in the hum of the refrigerator. You will get up and brush off and go about your business. You may move out of your apartment and leave the refrigerator behind, switch set to the left like it doesn't even matter. When you die, five years later, the fingers, toes, and eyes of an unidentified person will be found in your stomach. Who do you think that person would be?

Didn't like the obscure existence of soul trees. Glad someone's making an effort to shed some light on it. +1 Why not look at this matter from a more scientific angle? If blight healing is capable of mending plant tissue, what makes these "soul-trees" an exception to the rule? To me, it seems like barring its basic concept from going to work for this particular case would be no less than jarring, Jist.

opinion on moi? thoughts on the constantly changing state of the server?

how big is luv's love sausage?

I'll submit a piece of writing.

delete the server

The guise of undeath proves fruitful in conjuring lust from distraught hearts. “Ooh.. my beloved... Why did you leave me to rot alone and forlorn.. “ A weary voice called for what was inhumed beneath the grave. Sobs rocked the brittle frame that belonged to the pleading woman. Mabel’s tears slid across her haggard cheeks, trekking through the wrinkles formed in her skin. Her eyes were set upon a meticulously arranged grave-offering that sat atop a sheet of stone, and beneath it, was who she yearned to receive it. The grave stone read, ‘ In loving memory of Heinrich, who perished in the year XXXX’’ She sat in silence, face still directed at the ground. Time passed. The wind blew. The bald branches, painted nearly grey by lunar light, shook to and fro. Her frame rose, a sigh escaping her. She whisked the watery residue that the tears left in its messy escape from their maker and finally stood. With spine crooked, she began to hobble off. The underside of her cane dirtied more with grave soil at each step of the way. As she tapped away throughout her travel to the road, a sound not produced by her cane caught her by the ear. She turned to the source, thereafter, her sight was greeted by a fair display Golden locks flowed from its top. Its existence was that of pure art, she thought. Dazzling blues, ones that could outshine the lush brilliance of sapphires. Her thoughts murmured of how she was going delirious, or that perhaps tears clogged her vision and the shape to her front was nothing more than a mass of coincidental colors that formed the figure. She wiped her eyes, still astonished, still unbelieving of her sight. In soon time, however, her mind regained ground. Her unsteady hobbles commenced once more, head dipped low. “Wait,” the ravishing enigma loosed from its lips. “Mabel, I have come to take you with me.” The elderly woman’s mind began to process the enigma’s statement, expression spontaneously crumbling under the duress of sudden realization. Her parched lips opened to let an airy “..What?” bellow from her throat. And with that inquiry, her strength left with it. No longer able to coil her fingers around the curve of the cane, her body fell forth from the lack of balance to hold it upright. The dashing man sprinted to the location of her falling stature, curbing her body before it struck the ground. Arms wrapped around her frail back, he began to usher a few words to “calm” her. “You will be coming with me now, Mabel. Loneliness will no longer damn your mind.” The aged woman, with her face still glued to the being's chest, started to whimper. A happy whimper it was. And a happy whimper born it was for the sole purpose of being squashed by the colossal weight of truth. The enigma that was pre-convincingly Heinrich in Mabel’s mind drew its maw wide. Rendered sightless by the slovenly coat that her face was tucked against, she did not see the unearthed horror that was the enigma. Drops of drool seeped into her hoary mess of hair. But the moment she dared look up, the being’s teeth raked her countenance until it was nothing more than a collection of streaming blood and prickly skin. Mabel was no more. Her gentle yet wise existence had been consumed. Her body lain across the ground, attire sullied by the grave soil that composed the cemetery, was left alone. And thus she left for her new home. [This is just something I wrote up for practice. It is in no way related to LOTC.]

crossfitter who runs around spawn for hours on end without actually doing anything

oni chichi oni chichi:rebuild oni chichi:rebirth oni chichi:refresh oni chichi:kakeeshon might contain a bit of nudity but if u can get past that the plot is great

10/10 really takes me back to the good times

dr fate is my greatest friend

"are you a cute girl?" a magely presence asks

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