Samael Morel
(?)Community Member
- Posted: Tue, 22 Jul 2008 06:36:16 +0000
So I heard about this thing called the Gaia Olympics. Normally 'm not interested in human affairs, but since the word 'Rejected' happened to be attached to events I already deemed as inferior, I figured 'What the hey?' and decided to take a break from the band..*mutters* though Evelyn's really beginnin' to look murderous... *clears his throat* to check it out. And you know what? I was NOT impressed, but I'm glad to say that your favorite guitarist stomped out the competition and rose to the top. Not that there was any doubt. *looks at his nails* 'S really pathetic. 'M really beginnin' to think some lazy Gaians decided to skip out on chores and made up these 'events' as an excuse for someone else to do their housework. If that's true... *clenches his fist, digging his nails into his palm, and narrows his eyes* You'll be answering to me. And trust me, you won't like me when I'm pissed.
*smirks* Ah, but that's not what you're here for. Of course you're interested in an interview. Yes, yes, not only am I skilled at the guitar, but I have proven my athletic prowess as well. Please, hold the applause. Really, it's for the fans. I'm a giver.
I just love seeing the looks on your faces as you CRUMBLE TO THE GROUND AND WRITHE LIKE WORMS in defeat. Pathetic humans.
Yeah... *waves a hand* There's supposed to be some chick here, but she's runnin' late. 'S not like you wanna talk to her anyway. So let's start with this interview, shall we? Go ahead, ask away. I'll answer anything and I mean anything. *narrows his eyes again, a hard glare situating itself in his optics* ...To a certain extent. Oh, I give advice too if you've got the guts to ask.
But... before I go on... *presses a hand against his face* Would someone PLEASE put a shirt on that sorry b*****d or teach him how to get rid of those bubbles himself? No, no.. scratch that. Teach him to get a damn shirt over that chest of his and keep those bubbles there to block out the sight. My eyes are bleedin' here.
*smirks* Ah, but that's not what you're here for. Of course you're interested in an interview. Yes, yes, not only am I skilled at the guitar, but I have proven my athletic prowess as well. Please, hold the applause. Really, it's for the fans. I'm a giver.
I just love seeing the looks on your faces as you CRUMBLE TO THE GROUND AND WRITHE LIKE WORMS in defeat. Pathetic humans.
Yeah... *waves a hand* There's supposed to be some chick here, but she's runnin' late. 'S not like you wanna talk to her anyway. So let's start with this interview, shall we? Go ahead, ask away. I'll answer anything and I mean anything. *narrows his eyes again, a hard glare situating itself in his optics* ...To a certain extent. Oh, I give advice too if you've got the guts to ask.
But... before I go on... *presses a hand against his face* Would someone PLEASE put a shirt on that sorry b*****d or teach him how to get rid of those bubbles himself? No, no.. scratch that. Teach him to get a damn shirt over that chest of his and keep those bubbles there to block out the sight. My eyes are bleedin' here.