I wish to tell you a story.
It is a story of brilliance and triumph and hardy daytona motorcycles.
I wish to tell you the story of...
FINAL FANTASY VII
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But I can't. So instead you'll have to settle for something more within our budget:
The Happy Venture of Oh-La-La Gurl and Mr. Sinizard Wizard
Once upon a time in the Hundred Acre Woods, there lived an owl.
And if that owl wasn't already pre-occupied he'd tell you that once upon a time in a little shanty lean-to called: The World That Never Always Was there never almost always maybe was internet.
And on that internet that sometimes worked, sometimes dropped but ALWAYS led to bad things like this website, there were two happy buttmunches named Oh-La-La51 and Mr. Sinister Gizzard, who made a note on his account that his real username was Mr. Sinizard Wizard but that name had been taken... or something. It's hard to tell, most of the people on this site can't spell or make sense. Living in some fantasy realm that you can only REMOTELY look into when you read between "Favorite pairings" and the random junk crap listing garbage like "If you didn't have moral obligations would you like to eat babies? If the answer is yes, post this as your sig." And then there are like 12 of those.
So while reading a pretty amazing story, written by your's truly. Probably Jupid's Arrow. Oh-La-La51 posted a riveting stellar all amazing review of "Oh-la-la! Is that a title drop I see?"
Weeeeeeeeeeeeell, Mr. Sinizard Gizzard didn't appreciate that very much and posted his own review, which was really a discussion with Oh-La-La51 which spanned exactly 51 reviews before spilling over into the realm of private messages.
After tallying something high into the realm of 1000+ messages, Oh-La-La51 and Mr. Sinister Wizard agreed to meet in person.
Nervous like a schoolgirl going to the country fair with a boy she'd had her eyes on all year, Oh-La-La51 put on her best raincoat and make-up and put product in her hair and everything.
When she arrived at the meeting place, after fighting her nerves the whole way, her jaw dropped when she saw Mr. Sinizard Wizard.
"What the $%# ? Vexen?" Larxene lost her shit.
Vexen merely put his face in his hands and said, and I quote: "Oh god. Oh god. Not you..."
The End.
Roo showed up and shut down the internet on account of encouraging kids to meet with strangers in semi private locations. The city was sued one Pooh Stick which they promptly air-mailed to the Fellowship of the Pooh.