oh god, you just killed your avatar
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What the hell is that?!bleachigo10 said:Well now that my avatar has turned back to normal he would probably turn into this thing.
Then he would proceed to kill the ever living hell out of me.
Seriously, the last thing I saw that looked like that took six hours and four people to kill!
*crawls away to nurse sore thumbs*
EDIT: whoops! ^^;
As for my avatar, I'd skin it, debone it, cook the meat, clean the pelt and skeleton and have Ermine stew. Net me a nice skeleton and pelt too, might turn it into a soft mount taxidermy.
Oh dear God, I've killed Applebloom! She just wanted a cutie mark and I took away all hope of that happening! I can't live with myself, there will be searches and questionings! I'll have to face the fury of Applejack and the Cutie Mark Crusaders! There would be be no hope of redemption!
CURSE YOU ESCAPIST! CURSE YOU!
CURSE YOU ESCAPIST! CURSE YOU!
impossible, i would probably just be delusional after being split in half by guts' sword and thinking i killed him in my last miserable moments of life.
Weeelll, let's just say I'd only have Rebecca Black left to kill in order to make the World a better place.
I just killed the philawesomer D:
I...don't know...what he...it? Is...
Um. Frisbee that body out into the ocean?
I...don't know...what he...it? Is...
Um. Frisbee that body out into the ocean?
Kill myself for accidentally killing a hero. Probably after screaming, DEAR GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Weep for the I have robbed the world of greatness. My life from here on forward can only be a dismal gray shadow of it's former self. When the cops find me, they will arrest me, the knowledge that no prison wall can offer greater punishment then the knowledge of my own actions. Living in a country with out the death penalty will be a greater punishment, because I will not know the sweet release of death for many years. Though I will beg my jailers daily for the release brought by the firing squad or the guillotine, but they will not listen. Though I will contemplate it a great many times, I will not take my own life, for deep down I will know that I do not deserve deaths sweet release. Then one day after I have been released, if a mob of rabid punk rockers do not tear me limb from limb for slaying there icon, I will grow old, gray and senile. In time all other memories will fade to gray, till all I have is the knowledge of what I have done is all I have left. And then one day under the cover of night, I will slip this mortal coil, and only then will I know absolution and peace.
