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A pedophilic villain who enjoys kidnapping little girls and keeping them hostage and possibly doing bad things to them.​

It's called a phone.​

Hey I'm tired so **** you.

I'LL TRY TO GET ALL OF THE STORIES ITS JUST HOT AS **** AND I DON'T HAVE MY LAPTOP

Depends on who you ask and under what circumstances you're asking.

My answer will always be yes.

I'm not a *****. I hope. •n•

I knew it, you *******.

No. No, no, no. Temper tantrum is not what I did. Even if it was, it would be annoying, NOT adorable.

And this is why we don't regularly advertise ourselves.

In any case, I don't believe that any one of these members fits the bill quite right unless they have committed arson or and extreme crime or is a complete daredevil who walked a tightrope across the Grand Canyon. (not to say I've done any of this)

The only thing I was nominated for in this cycle was the thing I most abhorre: Most Adorable.

I thought I had a shot for Most Changed, at least.

I'm not adorable and am appalled to be on this poll and voted for. Whoever nominated me can go to hell.

Okay, how about **** you and you don't get a story at all

. . . okay, I'm not that mean, sorry. ;~;

Thanks

FDSHKFSDJ sorry for not doing anything yesterday, I got into a fight with someone at the beach and was detained pretty much all day. Needless to say, I was busy.

If you're really having trouble sleeping unlike I think you are, then overdose on some sleeping aids and we'll see if you're still walking.

If so, then see a ****ing doctor. Parents won't take you? Find someone who ****ing will, or get there yourself. You can't get anything done if you don't do it yourself.

There was once a legendary swordsman who went by the name of Hayabusa. Low and high, he traveled the country in search of foes to defeat, and in every place, his reputation preceded him. While he was used to being nearly undefeated, there were times where he was reminded that he was not all powerful.

All while he was traveling, there was a higher being with a more divine power who watched over him. In the world of the humans, although they liked to believe different, there truly was no such thing as free will. A higher power was assigned to to every million people at random, or perhaps according to their personality, or to the way they were designed. Hayabusa's 'Watcher' had been one of a short attention span, one who gained a bored mood rather quickly. Most of his humans were always doing something interesting, so that he may have a show to watch. It was never as if he had any particular interest in any of the humans he was in charge of, but every once in a while, he would pick one out.

Hayabusa eventually visited a smaller village, and upon his identity being discovered, was put up in one of the nicest places, where servants attended to him. In the time of his stay, several young men had come to challenge and learn from his skill, and learn and lose matches they did. It was one day, a very young boy, who could have not been more than ten years old, was sent by his very harsh father to learn a thing or two about 'being a man'. Hayabusa was very unsure of teaching anything to the boy, much less challenging him for anything, but did so any way as to not dishonor his father.

The divine being who watched over Hayabusa took this opportunity to amuse himself. During the training session, Hayabusa quickly found that the boy could barely hold a sword. Just moments later, a light tap to the shoulder was applied and the boy collapsed. It was declared that the boy was dead. Not too long after, a seppuku had been performed.

A god laughed.

yay for total crap

anyway i'll post the rest of them tomorrow when i have the time, and i promise this

Well respected and known wherever he went, the one whose name was Britishism was a bright young man. He often traveled and spread his knowledge to others of the world and was hardly ever in a very bright mood. Know for being cynical, there were many who opposed his ways and his ideals, and for such, he was often unwelcome in smaller towns.

There had been one morning, while he was walking down the dirt path, that he found the unconscious body of a younger girl lying to the side, as if she had been tossed there. Both interested in the situation and worried, he quickly relocated her to the nearest house, though it was nearly a half a mile's walk.

Once he had explained what he knew about the girl, the man he had taken him to told him to sit down and have a drink. Britishism thought it a nice gesture and helped himself to the single glass of water that sat in the fridge.

Just a few minutes later, the girl he had found lying off the side of the road walked into the kitchen to see him slumped over at the table. The man, whose house he had brought her to, joined her.

"That takes care of him, for good."

yay for total crap

EDIT: Editting post for others

I probably voted wrong.

You're an alright guy.

DISCoRD IM HOWLIN AT THE MOON AND SLEEPING IN THE MIDDLE OF A SUMMER AFTER NOON

DISCORD WHATEVER DID WE DO TO MAKE YOU TAKE OUR WoRLD AWAY

Indeed .

Excuses, excuses, don't be such a little bitch.​

I don't like either of them.

I'm trying, bro.

It hurts.

Oh, really. Any other day, I would. But I've had nothing but family chaos and sun for the last four days.

I'm a tired person.