*Collapses in [MENTION=5915]Dreamer[/MENTION]'s arm dramatically* ...Dreamer, tell mama... I... Love her... *Dies*
Well, now that almost everyone died (and that i read the whole thing, 'such a stalker) I can clearly state that i am 18, and drinking Vodka once per week. This useless comment added, proceed with the last-to-post-round-two-war-of-the-century, while i just read it out, drinking a milkshake, smoking a cigar, with a disinterested look on my face. *reajust glasses in a nerdy pattern to look even more pathetic* *... and nerdy*
Dude. I'm not dead. Nothing in this thread can kill me. Magic chainsaw. And sure, I'll tell your mother Narrow.
Ghosts are cool. And, Hey Zoe, how're ya? An, you know what? i win. For now. ''Victoire Éphémère''...
Hello this is the win inspector. I'll have to take the win to a special lab and inspect it for losing. I'll be back with the win in a short while.