Screw you guys. I'm going home.
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I don't want a beard. Perverts.
Phew. I had been in there for bloody hours.
The when is not for sail. Surrounded by pervs and now also imitators. What a life...
No, you won't. Perv.
*flies away from IHIYC's grabby hands* THBTHTHTHTHT!!!
*bashes Belphegor's head with... Ummm... Something before flying off* Bah, pervert!
Leggo of me, pervs! *flies off*
Pervert! *flies away*
You are not condescending enough to win, dear Ventnor. Let the real competitors fight this out, and you can play next time.
Pf. You, sir, are nothing like me. You are no Win.
The Win: This magical item doesn't have any practical applications, but possessing it fills the holder with a short lived feeling of accomplishment. It teleports away from the holder after 1d4+2 minutes, at which point the now prior holder feels a sense of loss and frustration. The Win's appearance is different for every holder, but is always small enough to be held in one hand. Pfffft.
It's not someone who's going to win, I can tell you that.
Sniff... Sob... Sniff... The next poster will comfort using an AWESOME idea!
*blushes*
*showers and weeps bitterly* *...for hours...*
*lectrifies the pin then flies away from gropey* Hey! Hands off, perv.
May I just point you gentlemen's attention to the fact that this thread is now 300 pages long, almost 15.000 posts... How does that make you feel?
Who you calling ephemeral, you beaked buffoon???
Burp. Succubi... such tasty lifeforces they have. Sorry about that, UDS, I couldn't stop draining them. Candy demons, who knew?
Nothing nobody has done to me in this thread has been consensual. You're all a bunch of creepy pervs.
I YAM THE WIN!
So I am not real? *sulks* Shows what you know.
I am?
*hugs Auriea*
Ooooh finally a civilized person. *dances with Auriea*
Well, none of you can hold on to me anyway, so who cares? Maybe it would matter if I wasn't surrounded by losers, hmmm?
No, I am the Win. Duh.
No you don't.
*comes out of the closet*
Curses!
No. Me Win. You Loser.
No you won't, creep.
Cluny can't have the win. So there. *flies off*
Ewwww...
*flies out of Grundolker's clammy hands* Pervert!
Raises its surface temperature to some seventy degrees celsius.
Keep your hands to yourselves, stupid grabby people! *Does what it can to get free from Schism*
*flies quietly out of the pocket*
Floats as quickly as possible away from the big evil tiger. WAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Waaaaaah!!! Leggo of me, you horrible person! |