"Reading my mind, eh? Yes, I was gonna use some of your fuzzy wuzzys as practice for what lies ahead. If you're a animal rights activist, you may not wanna be around me, see, I'm one of the worst offenders of wild animal abuse. Your fuzzy wuzzys ain't so fuzzy no more, ya dig?" He gave a bit of an evil chuckle before continuing. "If you would like me to skin ya alive and wear you like a fur coat instead, though, I'm plenty fine with that." He chuckled again. "I jest, especially when I'm offered a sparing partner who's smarter that a brick wall, I would never refuse. Now, unless you would like me to skin you alive, I need a practice weapon, so excuse me..." he brushed Rowan's hand off, walked out of the village and a little wile past, found a tree, and used his blades to make them into crude practice swords and returned to the village. "Okay, now I've got my gear, are you set or what?" he asked.
"Party? Relax? If I may say, greaaat ideas of how we should prepare the eve of a battle. I'm going out, never been much of a party-goer anyway, unless it's a party-on-party fight. Those kinds of battles get interesting." Derik though, sighing, he plucked an apple off of one of the near-by trees, and began heading towards the part of the village he entered from.
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Banned for banning for leaving and thus you're banned.
I did not know you had someone known as Ash here, Oddish. And what proof do ye have?
No.
Post begging for it not to be locked for this is the most entertainment I've had all day.
Post laughing at the fact you missed the chance to exploit a innuendo.
Post explaining that all my balls have fury.
Post explaining how I can throw a baseball so hard it can knock your head from it's body then laughs menially Post saying if it ain't broke, you can't fix it, and that bromances are for the un-married.[DOUBLEPOST=1373754591][/DOUBLEPOST] Post saying sarcasticly that it's trying to say something.
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Post about grabbing popcorn and how "Dis Gon B Gud".
Spoiler Derik took the Gel's from the weird guy. "Thanks for... Whatever." He went to his house, grabbing his swords: a long, thin Rapure, and a broad, somewhat short sword known as a Scimitar. Strapping the black sheaves on, he thought about all the strength to come with his adventure. The stronger, the better for my family's memory, I guess." He tied the sheaves on, then mounting both of his blades on his back, Derik stood up in the little hut he called a home and looked around it for the last time. It was a small, white mud brick house with a small white brick oven. A little rope hammock served as the bed. The dirt floor was a little below the house's walls due to how often he was practicing in there. He stepped out of his house and began to journey out of the town by walking over to the near-by gate. A brown path and grassy fields awaited him. "Almost like every other adventure. Heh. Well, time to go kick ass and take everyone's names." He walked into the field ahead of him, waiting till something, a wolf, a bear, a feral cat, something attacked him. He walked and walked for hours on end. "Nothing... None at all... This path is completely strait, too. It's almost like the world is telling me that this adventure is going to suck hard..." He sighed, bored and tired of having no action, he went into the near-by forest looking for a bear cave. All he could find were empty hibernation caves in the area. "Gosh dang." He thought, eventually finding his way back onto the path and continued to walk. Eventually, he finally nearly reached The Village of Trees. Spoiler "Boring. I thought I was going to fight on this adventure, not take a leisurely stroll down a perfectly strait path." He sighed. As he approached the entrance, a pack of wolfs attacked, encircling him, five in all. "Finally, I'm going to loose some blood!" he smirked, drawing his blades, he took stance: Putting his left to the front, which had the rapure, and the right to the back, which had the Scimitar. He held the blade of the rapure out to the front horizontally, and the Scimitar across his stomach the flat edge towards his stomach and the sharp edge out. One of the wolves lunged, opening it's jaw. Derik thrust his Scimitar into the maw of the beast, the blade was half-way in the wolf's body. It resembled a shish kabob as Derik took the blade, and subsequently the wolf, and drove them into the one next wolf to him in the circle, the blade erupting from the side of the first wolf into the next one's side. He smirked and the wolf's flinched back at the fall of two of their pack. Four minutes later, the wolves were beginning to disappear as their dead bodies were lying on the floor. Derik took out a cloth he kept for cleaning his blades, which he used to clean the blood off, and re-sheaved the blades. He entered the Village of Trees with a little blood in his hair and a smirk.
Okay.
errytig bor, u gurt to spmzrn purst. Me, or the others? Maybe it's because I'm stupidly revolting, but I can't tell.[DOUBLEPOST=1373741685][/DOUBLEPOST] Massive? I would like to think I'm rather slim from what I weighed two years ago.
As to quote Lincoln Park... "Here we go for the hundredth time, Hand Grenade pins in every line". Or in simple terms, again, Spamzone=take every post with a grain of salt. Don't, and you're gonna blow like a hang grenade without it's pin.
Hahahahaha. And here I was thinking this would be missed. Good, you caught that. Anyway, I'm done messing with you all in the Spam Zone. And Monday is a good day to be born into hell.
Ah, so you figure out my daily ritual.[DOUBLEPOST=1373739778][/DOUBLEPOST] How so?
I'm far from angry, and I'm just a rude, sarcastic *******. Can't deal? Oh, well. Watch out we got a over-used meme over here.
