Hello Mello . . .
Claw... I dub thee with the name Hector
*Smashes head through desk* Fail. Fail to the max extent.
DeadHero and DeadTime sound promising
I have played him many times, he made me dig often, now I a ashamed to say I even did...
...No offense, but you really are weak. You give up over a test. A test that means absolutely NOTHING. Rafael, I once concerted you a rival, a challenge... I cannot consider you as that any more if you give up over a test.
I know... But... "Because it will look cooler!" -Dr. Tarus
I dunno i guess just because
-_- I will take turtle then.
Well to make it so it's not broken that's why I did that
Truthfully, this is my first actual poem, most else is just a random story, if anything. And thanks for the criticism.
I did, but he says he might have to drop out because of Crossover Cove I dunno... Must it be herbivore, or can it be carnavoristic?
I see you finally changed your name!
Well all you need it a name (Part of your username, fused with either Dead or Pool) and to talk to the head honcho deadpool, Hearless of light
I already know I am a moron. But I love myself the way I am.
Than you I had picked the bull, I had it in my post Kross has not replied to where I could come in yet
OK monsters [spoiler] That's all I have in terms om monsters for now I will send the Images later as they are a pain to find
When your not good at anything... Your me. It is a wound that never heals, a crack in the earth that never closes or fills with magma, a burn that scars. Your soul hurts, your bones ache, and your heart always just wants to give in. But it never gives in. The aches stop. Your soul's pain dulls like that of a blade that has not been sharpened since the day it was forged. The only reason: You learn to deal with it. I have not learned how to as of yet~. A niece whom out shines me at any chance, a mother whom never lets me here the end of it when I get a "B" on a report card. Two sisters who's ability's make me look useless... Then there is me, the empty shell, the broken heart, broken record. Weak, over weight,and talentless. The only light in my life is who I am. My personality, my friends, my life. It all makes me who I am, and I will never let it go~ Thanks to all who have listened, all who know who I am and why I refuse to change, but grow stronger each day. Maybe I will find my truth, my talent, my skill that finally makes my mom stop whining over my grades. Makes me look important and unique in my own way. Makes me existent.
K night ..
