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Started by Redwaller, June 18, 2013, 04:43:28 PM

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I'm retired from the forum

Lady Amber


Cornflower MM


Russa Nodrey

*Pats Freddy's small, green head*
Freddy

Cornflower MM


Dibbun Against Bedtime

"An' if on an empty tummy I'm slain,
Then I'll jolly well never get killed again,
So pass the pudden an' fetch those pies,
An' I'll give the foebeast a rotten surprise!"

Skyblade


Thanks, MatthiasMan, for the avatar!

Cornflower MM


Delthion

Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Blaggut

Turtles are just glorified cheeseburger gods.
~Just a soft space boi~

Cornflower MM

Oh, happy dancer. . . . . *Giggles* Happy, sleep-deprived dancer. . . . . *Twirls* Happy, sleep-deprived, trying-to-write-down-n-awesome0story-idea dancer. . . . . . With a cold. Or maybe it's allergies.

Mhera

Have we made it to a million yet?

Cornflower MM


Delthion

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Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Cornflower MM

The only thing worse form you right now, Del, would be tormenting me with 'As you wish,' like a certain other redneck prankster did.