Stupid Question, Stupid Answer.
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I think you do
I met Vaudess in all her splendour and we quickly fell recklessly for each other.
It was a very magical time.
Or maybe it was just the acid anyways we enjoyed one long party with a few minor arguments until I think it was 1972
should I quote my thread with
"remember that time Vaudess"?
I met Vaudess in all her splendour and we quickly fell recklessly for each other.
It was a very magical time.
Or maybe it was just the acid anyways we enjoyed one long party with a few minor arguments until I think it was 1972
should I quote my thread with
"remember that time Vaudess"?
Very much so! And I think the acid was a reason behind the magical time but it was only effecting a little.
Anyway, then things got unfortunate am I right?
Anyway, then things got unfortunate am I right?
yes
then tragedy struck, After a day of work I was relaxing in the living room minding my own business when a Spy holding nothing but a pair of bail clippers apparently killed me
you remember that don't you Vaudess?
then tragedy struck, After a day of work I was relaxing in the living room minding my own business when a Spy holding nothing but a pair of bail clippers apparently killed me
you remember that don't you Vaudess?
The 70s was a harsh decade...that was the harshest thing that I think me or you have been through. He cuts you up badly. Worse than badly and you were still alive...I killed the spy as quickly and painfully as I could. Then I spent the rest of the night waiting for the ambulance and doing everything I could.
I hate remembering it, you know that?
I hate remembering it, you know that?
I know *gives reassuring shrug with shoulder that Vaudess is sitting on*
......................................I know
so Stricken with grief Vaudess moves to Britain and try's to forget me
I survive though and become a government experiment in which they turn my into a cyborg
this would be a good time to explain German Necromancy isn't it?
......................................I know
so Stricken with grief Vaudess moves to Britain and try's to forget me
I survive though and become a government experiment in which they turn my into a cyborg
this would be a good time to explain German Necromancy isn't it?
yes yes German Necromancy
It allows someone with enough pent up rage to allow you to become a sort of spectre state
if you find someone with a similar amount of rage you can bond with them
I believe Samantha went into my mind when that spy killed me
the Nail clipper obsession is a byproduct of her time of entry
shall I go on?
It allows someone with enough pent up rage to allow you to become a sort of spectre state
if you find someone with a similar amount of rage you can bond with them
I believe Samantha went into my mind when that spy killed me
the Nail clipper obsession is a byproduct of her time of entry
shall I go on?
[sub]Lambi, I still can't believe you stabbed me![/sub]
*Yawns* *sits up on shoulders to get comfortable*
...Go on ?Please?
*Yawns* *sits up on shoulders to get comfortable*
...Go on ?Please?
righto
so she sat still infesting me with a low amount of hate and realized who Vaudess was by invading my memories
she quickly became jealous and learned to speak with me
skip a few decades Vaudess and I apparently kill her
or do we?
good story?
so she sat still infesting me with a low amount of hate and realized who Vaudess was by invading my memories
she quickly became jealous and learned to speak with me
skip a few decades Vaudess and I apparently kill her
or do we?
good story?
Flu medicine is awesome Sas. Also, you're right, I can't believe you and lambi stabbed me. In the back no less! That's my job.
I liked that story. Even if it make me sad.
Sas? You got a story?
...Wait...or did we...? Nah, you're just a good storyteller.
I liked that story. Even if it make me sad.
Sas? You got a story?
...Wait...or did we...? Nah, you're just a good storyteller.
*hug* G'night lambi! I forgive you, Douchebag-lambi really is a douche.
Me, a story? I don't know what I'd tell?
Me, a story? I don't know what I'd tell?