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3 yrs ago
5 yrs ago
Roleplay man, roleplay man, does whatever a roleplay can. Does he write? Not at all. He brings plots to a stall, look out... He’s a fucking ghost.
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6 yrs ago
I hate websites that tell you an email is wrong whilst you're trying to type it out. CALM YOUR TITS, I'VE NOT PUT IN THE FUCKING @ ADDRESS YET, NO SHIT IT'S NOT VALID.
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7 yrs ago
Does anyone else see a word spelt totally correctly and think 'that can't be fucking right, I've messed something up.'
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7 yrs ago
When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager!
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@Roadwarrior Madhev's done.
Slight update.
@RoadWarrior If they're knight crusaders...

JUSTIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!
Well I mean, Ford is pretty 'Murican... I still prefer Pontiac though. Basically a ballsier Chevy. But the Falcon I was referencing is Max's car. It's a '79.


I know, I know. I'm a huge Road Warrior and Thunderdome fan.
@Lady Selune The Ford XB Falcon GT is a very nice car. I can see why you'd want something like it.


Actually? Something a little more...

@RoadWarrior Hey, as a shout out, can I have a car suspiciously similar to Max's interceptor?
Belgium is more German than Germany right now considering how much she sprinkles into her speech.
Belgium's House


"I can't imagine why cousin." Belgium played up the sarcasm. The reason why, she wanted to scream, is because you're a crazy-ass bitch with daddy issues who for some reason is tolerated by the Ottomans and Österreich! Germany was so self-conceited and arrogant... The little bitch had ruined what would likely have been a nice, cordial, enjoyable afternoon with her leather fetish and Belgium was inwardly fuming. Outwardly, she seemed content, although a faint expression of annoyance crossed her face as she all but demanded the cake. "I won't be eating the cake Germany, and neither will you. It's a gift, verhest du?"

She was smart enough not to mention that it was for Britain and France, the two were having some kind of anniversary and she was happy to discard the rather sticky reputation that came from genocide. Hell, she had learnt from the best, and he seemed to dodge out of being accused a maniac who wanted to slaughter the Congolese... Or whatever particular country he had genocided, she couldn't recall.

"Hello Aunt!" She said warmly to Austria, graciously taking the fruit basket. "Yes, it seems cousin Germany here had some issues with her zepplin and needed to make some repairs. Since she was in the neighbourhood, this is where she ended up!" She put on a thin-lipped smile of disapproval when she was facing her aunt, which quickly changed as she turned around, picking a pear out of the basket and taking a large bite. "Sehr gut, as always my dear aunt."

Her stomach turned a little, and she gave an awkward laugh. "This seems to be like the start of one of those trashy romance novels with the noblewomen and the servant girl, no? Or am I the only one that reads those ones? Would be a shame..." She was a young country, might as well use that to her advantage.

Turning to the pot, she continued with the cake batter. "Austria, would you like to help preparing this delicious sponge? Germany... You have the culinary skills of a German, don't bother." She waved her whisk in Erika's general direction, before getting to the topic at hand.

"This is about the war, isn't it."


Whelp. Now we have a mute Nepalese driver with an interceptor. Fuck yeah.
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