Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2004 7:33 pm
Clecky sorry I AM A MISGUIDED YOUTH
I really don't keep up on these things because I really don't care
I really don't keep up on these things because I really don't care
*insert batman themesong* Tyrannous, you are an amazingly deluded individual.medieval wrote:I'm low, Scorch; really low. But I'm the kind of lowlife scum that hangs around street corners depriving brutes and vagabonds of their... freedom to cause anarchy. I'm the kind of guy who takes pleasure in secretly administering beatings to robbers and villains in dark alleys.
Right, i'll shut up. Finally, someone told him to shut up also.Mooseka wrote:scorch: shut up and die
tyrannous:(also shut up and die)
butt out!Dr. Dos wrote:He said shut up.
Gunther wrote:butt out!Dr. Dos wrote:He said shut up.
don't count on it.Stiltzkin wrote:stak you finally made a decent funny
keep up the good work and we might promote you to assistant fellatioboy
No it's not "dndndndndndndndn BATMAN!" is it? It just doesn't work mate.Seventh Squirrel wrote:*insert batman themesong* Tyrannous, you are an amazingly deluded individual.medieval wrote:I'm low, Scorch; really low. But I'm the kind of lowlife scum that hangs around street corners depriving brutes and vagabonds of their... freedom to cause anarchy. I'm the kind of guy who takes pleasure in secretly administering beatings to robbers and villains in dark alleys.
You see that quote above, right; it's evocative, okay. It's powerful; wonderfully woven to evoke images, in your mind, of a dark stranger in a fallen land, constantly searching for the demons; and after finding them, ministering a thrashing, while bearing a wicked grimace.Scorch began the process of hiding the evidence of his dark deed. He was now a true “wacko”, and in this moment of chaos, he could think only of what was to come, for there was no remorse. He had already killed Tyrannous’ twin brother and got away with it, but now he would be caught. He would be labelled a sexual deviant. He would be shunned forever, like a black swan in the bright sea of chaotic neutralism; the reality for which his nemesis, Tyrannous, became a hooded assassin: a gust of wind in the night, and an invisible force of light that watched the darkness in search of deceivers who would be punished.