I'm not a child. I'm friggin 18.![]()
Sorry about that. Given your posts about your mom and such I pegged you much younger since it appeared you were helpless against her ways as you hash them out. The rest of my post still stands though.
I'm not a child. I'm friggin 18.![]()
*puts on his robe and wizard hat*
*puts on his robe and wizard hat*
*puts on his robe and wizard hat*
I was waiting for it, and was almost disappointed because I didn't think any mention of this would be on the first page.
Do you have a link to this still? I remember reading it years ago and thought it was hilarious.
I remove my battle-torn cloak, each inch a testimony to the hardships of this brutal land, and unbutton my ripped and jagged tunic. Lo, I stand before you, a brutal and terrifying recombination of Adonis and Ammutseba, the Great Old One, Devourer of Stars. As if imagined from the dark recesses of the human spirit itself, the bleak and shattered corners of our souls that can never be mended, I stand tall, each unholy proboscis protoplasmic and vile, a stunning confirmation of that which is all at once human and alien.
Sinuous and fibrous, I reach for the clouds -- which like an ominous portent have gathered black before me -- becoming enveloped as they part. From the ink of space, I board my machine, it's construction of pure malevolance and it's cadavarous nature assure patently the sinister and blasphemous. Amorphous and tentacled, undulating spines and crystalline composure, it is simeaultaneously grotesque and awe-inspiring.
Deep within the beating heart, I sit atop my throne, engorged and viscous, becoming one with both the machine itself and the terrifying strength of my own desire. Unleashing the primal energies downwards -- and what power! The magma of a thousand cores, the heat of a million suns, the designs of dieties both benevolent and cruel -- from my horrible space penis towards the charred Earth, I let loose a cry.
"I am Ghall, son of Yig, the Father of Serpents, brother of Summanus, the Lord of Hell! I am the terror that walks the night, the ripper of souls, the swallower of the light! You will bow before my passion! You will writhe at the power of my lust! Mine is hunger and flesh and blood! YOU WILL HAVE ME!"
Here, I wrote you up a little something to spice up your next session.
BUUHAHAAAAAAASkype keps your hands free!![]()
Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh, NO ... my wife's pregnant let's just put it that way
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