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Good god man, what has happened?​

I thought of water with blue food-coloring.

@Powerade discussion: We have heaps of that stuff in Texas.​

Good day to all of you ~ ♥

How are we all?​

I feel so left out. •n•

I sent my lines in some hours ago.​

♕ The Guardian

⤮ Name: N o x _ _ _ _ _ _ _
⤮ Gender: Female​

♔ The Heartless Assassin

⥇ Name: S i c a r i u s _ _
⥇ Gender: Male​

I love the really close relationship that Jane and Lizzy have, they're best friends and it makes me jealous because I'd love to have a sister like...

I suppose that the 2005 version was good, but the BBC was able to fit more - of course, it was a six episode mini-series, so. Indeed, I have read...

I will cut your tongue out and serve it to the cannibals of the world.

Do not dare pull your charming façade with me at this time.​

The BBC version. ♥ I thought about watching the 1940 version, but I usually only watch that one with my mom. We also have the 2005 version, but...

So, I was the original poster of this game.

Cool.

Not playing, sorry. And by the way, it was 100.

Round I
Round II
Round III​

Hmm, never seen.

I may tune in for just a little while, see if I'll like it or not. I just finished watching Pride & Prejudice not too long ago, so my standards are pretty high at this time.​

I had meant to enter the last contest, but I just never got around to it. I'm so lazy. •b•​

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I was actually a little afraid to post because this is a thread belonging to the old****, but . . .

Member #43,330, ready to serve. ♥​

I don't know if this is a personal problem or what, but you did put it in the Discussion section, so I will discuss.

I've had lots of racial slurs thrown my way too, but I think that if you live in the United States, it's a pretty common part of life. I'm not saying that racism doesn't occur in other countries and parts of the world, but it's extremely prominent here, especially around the area where I live.

Personally, I think that inside, no matter how not-racist you are, everyone has a little bit of racist in them, I won't deny that I don't. I also have a penchant for making racist jokes and no one ever really gets offended by them. Racism being a problem itself, well, that depends on the people you are around.

If it bothers you, do something about it, then don't sweat it.​

I'unno, she looks pretty derpish.​

I wasn't like other teenagers, I could wait to grow up.

When I went to my graduation, everyone asked me why I was wearing all black. "This isn't just a graduation," I told them, slightly sad, "This is the death of my childhood."​

I'm already eighteen and I bet I'm still shorter than all of you. •n•​

Male .​

A series of murders began to break out over the society of corrupted businessmen and I was the assassin. I had only been fourteen, so I had to go by an alias of an older man who would seem to be in his late twenties and early thirties. Even though this was so, and my tracks were very well being covered, I was outside a lot, running about the city and creating mischief, so the local police had their eye on me.

Eventually (because I don't really remember everything that happened in between), the police had found out I was the assassin and sent their forces after me and a chase scene that really only occurred in movies and such broke out. I remember running through a tunnel in a car garage and then finding myself in front of a large hotel that was at least sixty to seventy stories. It was night time and there was a long line of cars out front and people were getting out of them as if it were some sort of red carpet event. I had been standing there, wondering what to do next when the police finally caught up to me. I ran again and a woman (who I'm vaguely reminded of from the crazy ginger in Madagascar 3) told me to stop running over some sort of invisible PA system. I didn't listen to her of course because I knew I was just too clever to be caught.

I ran down the road and that's when something was thrown in my path. Immediately stopping, I looked down to see what it was. It was a sort of long plaque, one that you see in gardens in such tha say things like 'Donated by' or 'In memory of', and it was made out of a material that was similar to marble, quartz, and wood. I can't remember what it said, but in the middle of the road, I sat down in front of it and one of my accomplices, who I can't remember, told me to get away from it, that the police were coming.

I began to talk to the stone and the chief woman had given me some information, some threats along with it that I called up as idle. When that small business was over and done with, I found myself at my high school and was on the stage, performing a show with some of my friends, and when that was over, my dad had asked me what the chief said, but I was very hesitant to tell him. As a reward for a great show, he then took us out to Cane's (Raising Cane's, for those of you who don't know) way out there.

I can't really remember much else . . .​