A.N.: I am able to type right now because of 's Quick Edit. My computer should be blown to oblivion. Because it believes that we have no disk space, it says we cannot run half of our programs. But woe to this computer, I have mastered it. HUZZAH!
Notepad is too annoying and primitive so this will have to do.
NEVER forget that my understanding of the entirety of the game is... pitiful.
Good news. I realized that it would be MUCH easier to classify you personifie as female. Bwahahahaha.
I have a lot of energy bubbling inside of me. P/-/33r i7! P/-/22 m3/-/!
I don't own Dragonheart or LoK.
The dark, cold waters pounded against the large obsidian cliff. The sound produced was not calm and gentle, but harsh and angry. The cliff, however, did not give way.
On top of this domineering landwas a rather large house. It was probably built with bricks, but due to the odd paint job, one could truly never tell. Paint was splattered on the building in a childish manner. Reds overlaped sparce yellows. Greens had been flung eradically. And Black was the most prominent color. This house was more effective than a scarecrow.
Inside, wrapped in a thick blanket, was a large eyed demon... Yourself. Her eyes were bright red and her hair matched. The bright-eyed demon was watching TV.
"NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! I dun want the dragon to die!"
Indeed, she was watching the slightly old, Dragonheart. Itwas a movie about the last dragon and a knight'sfriendship... Not to mention correct past errors. Truly, a sad movie.
But her elongated ears flicked. There was a sound comming from the basement.
Do you go check it out? If so, go to BLINKERDINK!
Or do you continue watching the credits? If so, go to HAAAAAA!
Short, I know. But I'll try to write fast. And I'm too lazy to do a spell check.. My computer would probably freeze. > ;