Second Exhaulted Game
Ah, yet another awesome day at Monkfish. The island we were on got pwned by some tidal wave. Yeah. Extreme.
My Pants Are Cream Soda
Rather than using vocal means of communication, I will deliver text to you via the computer's internet capabilities to describe to you in little or much detail the happenings of my life. If I fail to have any anecdotes of vague intertest in real life, I will use one created by the life I have on the aforementioned internet. 'Cause I'm cool like that.
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