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Hey all, it's not my birthday today! :D
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FU bots you can...leave please
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Did...did I miss the bots?
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MY BIRTHDAY Y'ALL
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I exist, it's that simple.
ACCEPT IT AND MOVE ON! YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD!
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Spam Forum
@Kitty
Thread mimicked a salute. "Nice to meet you, I'm Thread but you can call me whatever." turning back to his spitting, at long last a splatter of saliva hit his boot and he rubbed the blood off with a brisk wipe from his leg. Smiling to himself proudly then looking back over to the girls unimpressed face, ceased grinning. "What brings you to this fine little village? If its the promise of abundant wealth I am afraid that ain't happening..."He put Betty in her holster on the bars of his bike, pushing the peddle into position. His voice was back to its normal British accent.
A zombie gang was headed up the street toward them, half a mile away, but still moving pretty fast. Ten maybe 12 of them, not a problem really, just have to keep the old boots clean.
STOP MESSING AROUND AND GET MOVING.
Thread mimicked a salute. "Nice to meet you, I'm Thread but you can call me whatever." turning back to his spitting, at long last a splatter of saliva hit his boot and he rubbed the blood off with a brisk wipe from his leg. Smiling to himself proudly then looking back over to the girls unimpressed face, ceased grinning. "What brings you to this fine little village? If its the promise of abundant wealth I am afraid that ain't happening..."He put Betty in her holster on the bars of his bike, pushing the peddle into position. His voice was back to its normal British accent.
A zombie gang was headed up the street toward them, half a mile away, but still moving pretty fast. Ten maybe 12 of them, not a problem really, just have to keep the old boots clean.
STOP MESSING AROUND AND GET MOVING.
*A hand shoots to his face as her hair strikes him in the eye while she twirls*
Ow. *takes glasses from face to rub sore eye*
No, I'm far to young for such action as the gallivanting that occurs in Ibiza.
I'd like to though, some day.
*Slightly more confident, stands up straight for once, tucking the loose shirt into skinny jeans*
Ow. *takes glasses from face to rub sore eye*
No, I'm far to young for such action as the gallivanting that occurs in Ibiza.
I'd like to though, some day.
*Slightly more confident, stands up straight for once, tucking the loose shirt into skinny jeans*
@Kitty
IS SHE, LIKE, DEAF?
Thread asked her name again "So, who are you?" this time he looked her in the eye and smiled, the friendliest smile he could manage. Ignoring her question about his bike for now, it wasn't really as important as her name. He just a name, maybe a number - oh no. The satellites were down, a name would have to do. Her ride seemed nice too, all red and sleek, her choice of weapon was even nicer though - a bow of the cross variety.
IT WOULD MAKE SENSE, SHE'S ALL PRETTY AND STUFF AND CAN KILL LIKE A PRO.
Straddling his bike he sat on its low seat and stretched his entire body out, looking down at his shoulder to wipe a smudge of blood from it, it was on his boots as well. They were nice boots, damn it.
BUT SHES DEAF. TYPICAL!
Thread proceeded to try and land some spit on his boot and wipe it with his leg.
IS SHE, LIKE, DEAF?
Thread asked her name again "So, who are you?" this time he looked her in the eye and smiled, the friendliest smile he could manage. Ignoring her question about his bike for now, it wasn't really as important as her name. He just a name, maybe a number - oh no. The satellites were down, a name would have to do. Her ride seemed nice too, all red and sleek, her choice of weapon was even nicer though - a bow of the cross variety.
IT WOULD MAKE SENSE, SHE'S ALL PRETTY AND STUFF AND CAN KILL LIKE A PRO.
Straddling his bike he sat on its low seat and stretched his entire body out, looking down at his shoulder to wipe a smudge of blood from it, it was on his boots as well. They were nice boots, damn it.
BUT SHES DEAF. TYPICAL!
Thread proceeded to try and land some spit on his boot and wipe it with his leg.
That would be worse.
Anytime Hero :)
Anytime Hero :)
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