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carlos11 (2014-09-21 08:34:31)What you have here is a work in progress. You need to elongate it, build on it, make it better. This could be an epic poem.
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Leviathan (2014-09-21 20:55:15)Noted. You shall see improvement.
I'm an open book, there are few questions I won't answer honestly, no matter how embarrassing.
Leviathan (2014-09-22 00:35:46)DONE.
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I'm an open book, there are few questions I won't answer honestly, no matter how embarrassing.
carlos11 (2014-09-22 04:52:16)Kish is girl. A hot girl.
Language is a tool for efficient communication. The internet is a tool for fast communication. Do not defy both intents by posting incoherent writing.
Leviathan (2014-09-22 06:11:04)Master... I have failed you.
I'm an open book, there are few questions I won't answer honestly, no matter how embarrassing.
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I'm an open book, there are few questions I won't answer honestly, no matter how embarrassing.
Leviathan (2015-05-09 06:18:09)Remember this. When I attempted to please people.
I'm an open book, there are few questions I won't answer honestly, no matter how embarrassing.
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Then suddenly Oliver, and Spencer too, on a quest we do embark.
We roam the landy, in search of candy, to find the treasury trove.
To meet and greet, a hero so neat, the best we've ever known.
Hark! Hark! Casteth forth to me Oliver! The stick to finish the deed!
There were few words, a pin was heard, and Lani was standing before me.
You have opened my eyes, and now you will cry, as I rip you limb from limb.
Then maybe this way, nobody someday will ever bother me again.
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! THAT HURTS LANI!!!!!!!! I'M LOSING BLOOODDDDD!!!!!! PLEAAASE....STTooOOPPP.... ugh.....
Our hero has not been forgotten...
Who will take his place, to smash the face, of a monster we call Lani?
To venture forth, with Spencer and Oliver, and prove he is oh so quite manly?
Beats me.
Carlos appears, to kick the rear, of Lani, the monster, who we've come to fear.
Theres nothing to hear, but grunts and some tears, and Spencer opening a bottle of beer.
Lani was vanquished, by Carlos the great, he vanquished the monster, who we've come to hate.
But his death came quick, for it was too late. In celebration, Carlos met his fate. By the hands of none other than....
...Nait.
The victor was triumphant! Nait bellowed "HA HA!!" As the plazian crowd could only stare in awe.
The tyrant rampaged, through every forum and chatroom. Through the red room, the yellow room, and gaming room too.
But this big big so beastly, this mighty mortor of might, wasn't prepared for one thing, and that was to fight...
...Carter!
The new hero arose, with a laugh and hearty yell, The tyrant Nait screamed in anger, "You can just go to hell!"
But the hero wasn't planning on dying today, the hero would not soon be delivered to hell, for with one good chop, the mighty Nait fell..
The evil was vanquished! Everybody yelled "Yipee!". All except Squidward, who had to go pee.
To the dogs with you Carter! We meet soon at last! Your trimphant hero days are all in the past!
The hero Carter turned, and thought "Who could that be?!" But he wasn't expecting, the voice holder was....
...Bellamy.
The two hashed it out, in an epic rap fight, each person rhymed something feirce, with all of their might.
Til the last "Yo!" was thrown, the last "Dawg," was said. An unfortunate twist; Carter was dead.
Now none to oppose her, Bellamy had won, but the battle wasn't over. Very far from done.
"I challenge you, Bellamy!" said Meia with a smile. Oliver and Spencer still watched all the while.
"Come at me bro!" Said Bellamy with a smirk. That was wiped clean off, when her face hit the dirt.
Meia the winner, dealt pain in high dose. But the war was not over. No, not even close.
Kishy arrived, just in time, to save the dreary day. Meia lost, for Kishy was boss, and took her life away.
Kishy the last, of all of the staff, was the one true victor that day. The war was one, the story was done, now the children could play...
...Too bad Robdeprop banned her victory away.
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