NOTE: Yes, Death the Kid and I are the same person. I sound more like Death the Kid when I'm being bad-ass, and I sound more like partysmores when I'm acting like a crazy otaku fanboy.

This is the page of Death the Kid.

You were expecting something interesting, weren't you?

WARNING: Do not read the chain letter at the bottom. You may not be as superstitious as I am, but I don't want to be responsible for your death. (I'm frightened by it's uneven symmetry as well.)

Name: Death the Kid/partysmores as many of you know me. Sometimes I will sound like a "partysmores", sometimes I will sound like a "Death the Kid". It all depends.

Age: 15 (partysmores)

Favorite Western toons: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Adventure Time, Regular Show, Sym-Bionic Titan (partysmores)

Favorite anime: Kekkaishi, Akira, Chobits, Cowboy Bebop, FLCL, Detective Conan, Panty and Stocking, Outlaw Star (part partysmores, part Death the Kid)

Interests: Writing, forums, watching anime, watching anime, watching anime, watching anime (part partysmores, part Death the Kid)

Sweetness

(NOTE: Don't read if you don't have a fanfiction)

This is really sweet...

When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.

When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.

When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around.

When a girl answers "I'm fine." after a few seconds, she is not fine at all.

When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.

When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be her's forever.

When a girl wants to see you everday, she wants to be pampered.

When a girl says "I love you." she means it.

When a girl says "I miss you." nobody could miss you more than that.

Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him.

The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,

Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.

The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.

The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her."

If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life.

If you repost this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you.

Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you.

Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere.

So get ready for the biggest shock of your life.

If you don't repost this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of eternity.

Repost this to your profile, and spare yourself the emotional stress.

When you were 5, your mom gave you an ice-cream cone. You thanked her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming to soccer to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom paid for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thaned her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to college. You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom paid for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents are to their children.

Then on night she died quietly and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If you love your mom, copy and paste this in your profile. If you don't, then you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING. I AM SUPERSTITIOUS AND SO FREAKIN' SORRY FOR THIS.

JUST SKIP.

TO MY STORIES LIST.

PUT YOUR HAND.

OVER THE CHAIN LETTERS.

-This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. -Lucillia

This is (also) a true story. A while back in Japan, a team of scientists built an orphanage solely for the purpose of using childrens’ brains to find the secret of immortality. They would single out a child, circling around him or her with knives behind their back, then cut off their necks to scoop out their brains. Sometimes they would cut off a limb too, just to see if they could keep on living without it. The children who lived went back to the other kids and started talking about the strange circling ritual, and soon they made it a game to circle adults who came in the room. Soon the orphanage’s secret was discovered, and they had the immortality research shut down. It became a normal orphanage; however, no one wanted to work there because one adult reported this strange story: A child went up to him and asked for their head back. When they claimed their name was so-and-so, the adult went back to the others and told them about what so-and-so asked for. They just gave him strange looks and said, “We don’t have a so-and-so here. So-and-so died long ago when they were using this orphanage to experiment on children.” If you decide to re-post this story on your profile, a child will praise you with a gift. But if you don’t, you may just be the next one to be circled….