Frikking locusts pillaging villages. That other Anti-Phenomenon should be shot.
Besides, only the original actually has any power to save. rolleyes
edit: Second round, interpretive Feanor.
Because we all know he's emo likes shinies and spontaneous combustion.
Female Avatar because elves aren't that buff, unless you're Beleg. If Feanor wasn't engwa-sickly from breathing in those fumes then he somehow must've metamorphosed into the likeness of Arien. In which case he would've been female anyway.
edit: Another round, second anti-deity-A barrow-wight's fill
edit: Of course, last but not least, mother-frikking Bill the Pony.
Pick your favorite and throw it to me, try not to break the window-glass.
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If you've ever lost a loved one I pray for you, I really do If you've ever lost a loved one I pray for
*There's no need for being redundantly obvious.
And I quote, "No you're the redundant sociopath, you obvious -bleep-."
Verbal explanations usually end up making things worse. Enjoy your non-scientific inconclusiveness. Unless you like the conclusion. rofl
Because apparently I was laughing throughout the whole mess. Shall we go to rehab for starlets? Or are we felling a tad starved for attention? Or is it that obvious, eh?
Srsly. Like there aren't reasons I hate the spotlight. I'd rather have the sun, anyway. *shine*
Cause we know plasma will kill you worse than lava-flows.
Or should my curiosity disturb you?
Fun in the void of space, my favorite place, filled with infinite options, and only one way to die.
And it don't smell either, cause, there's nothing there!
Well, nothing except Storsky and that meatball which rolled away. No idea what she intends to do with it.
Do I need explain this new face? Or may I just get on with my invisible moods? Needless to say, there was never a face there in the first place. I rather tend not to let go of it. Neh? *raises eyebrows*
Conclude what ye' may, or thus sayeth Jack Johnson.
SECRETS! O: *
'Cause there's a sad and lonely comfort In the hollow of your eyes But don't you let it take you over
'Cause it will eat you up inside