D0ubL3-B4ck-Sl4sh__x -- Testing Thread

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Testing -- Testing -- One, Two, Three...▫ ｡ ﾟ

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Hello!
And Welcome!
To my very first (and hopefully only) Testing thread.

I would like this to be a place for me to relax, kick back, and write some killer starters // make up some awesome characters. I happen to enjoy writing a lot and have found myself in a bit of a rut lately with a brain cramp that refuses to allow to write something half-decent. That being said I also lost my patience with finding someone to role play with that could actually keep the story interesting.

Here are some of the genre's I am interested in:

Romance: A must for any girl in her teen years.

Action: Just to make things interesting.

Horror: I have never written in the horror genre before but it would be cool to give it a try (For patient people only//For group RP's only).

Teenage Drama: Thing includes all types of teen drama, such as - Drugs, Pregnancy, Heart-break, blah blah blah. ^^

Also, the over used Mythical//Mystical Genre: This includes Vampires, Were-wolves, Neko, Witches, Wizards, Warlocks, ect.

Insane Asylum: I do a really good Schizophrenic and Bi-Polar Disorder. Not sure if that's a good thing or not.

Fan-Fic's I would be interested in doing:

NONE. Don't even ask to do something that is not on the "Never" list I am providing either. I don't do them for good reasons.

If you have an idea or a starter and would like to do a one x one feel free to PM me

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✰Keegan Roy Exley✰
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|S|treams of gray scale flowed like a river, mixing a turning into a picture he knew wasn't real. Making out shapes of objects he owned, people he knew, familiar streets he couldn't place a name to. Where was he going? He knew, if only subconsciously, what he was doing. A road that kept going, a street sign unintelligible at best, a house at the end of the road. Turning off and heading for the blurry shack he noticed a familiar person smiling in the window. The long auburn hair cutting off halfway down the back and the eyes blazing red. The only color that seemed to come from that scene was red. As the house lit up in flames and the woman turned to him fully, he heard a scream surround him before snapping his eyes open and lurching forward. Gasping for air, still smelling smoke, Keegan looked around the room. It was his, the blue walls and basketball trophies gave that away immediately but his brain couldn't, or wouldn't, register the fact. Sweat pooled on his forehead and dripped down the side of his cheek. "Just a dream.." His mind told him as he closed his eyes and laid his forehead on his hand. "One that you can't seem to be rid of.." Sighing and taking a deep breath he felt a shift in the bed and snapped his head up. Looking next to him Keegan saw the half naked girl he'd met the day before turn onto her side and sigh in her sleep.

|S|haking his head he stood from his bed, carefully to not wake her, and pulled a pair of boxers on. Walking out onto his balcony a cold breeze made him notice how scotching hot it had been in his room. Rubbing his arms to keep them warm he yawned and looked up at the sky. He couldn't believe he was still having that nightmare, it had been two years since the accident. Not that it helped relieve the situation any. Not that the fact made the choice his father made any better, or lifted any of the shame off his shoulders. That was the worst part; seeing how broken his father was. Taking his grief to the bottom of the bottle and knowing it wasn't helping any. Losing his mind in his thoughts, Keegan barely noticed the cool finger running up his back. Blinking he turned his head to the bleach blonde cheerleader standing next to him. He couldn't even remember her name but he knew what she wanted. Turning around fully he traced his hands down the side of her body, hooking them around her knee's before pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist. This would be a few hours of peace for his mind, he knew, and he welcomed it.

|W|aking up to an empty bed in the summer heat never felt so good to him. It was as if the night before had never happened and he didn't have to think about telling her it was just a nice screw. She had known full well his intentions. Pulling the blanket off himself and swinging his legs over the edge Keegan rubbed his eyes before standing and going to the bathroom. Checking his watch before turning the water in the shower on he calculated the time he had left before his father would stumble in the house drunk. "Fifteen minutes? ********.." He said to himself before setting his watch down on the counter and hopping in the shower. Getting to his room he dressed into his usual green tee and before running out the door to his bike. That bike was his only access out of the mindless sobbing his father put him through everyday before saying how everything was his fault and passing out on the living room couch. Rolling his eyes at the memory of last week, Keegan revved his engine and tore out onto the street.

|P|ulling up next to the sidewalk he parked his bike and took his helmet off. Looking around the street before entering the store in front of him he made sure no one would have recognized him. Checking out the crystalized jewlery and figurines, he made his way up to the counter and dropped his helmet by his feet, smiling up at the cashier. The cashier, a blonde haired blue eyed wonder smiled a little at him. "When are you going to let me take a ride with you on that?" Keegan cringed, knowing what people would think if they saw him with the cashier. Rumors would filled every nook and cranny of the town before he had a chance to make up a lie. Looking down at his feet and examining the shinning white of his high tops he heard a small chuckle. "Don't worry, I wasn't serious. I'm just a little jealous of the girls that get to ride with you. We all know what would happen if they found out you were with me." Looking up at the cashier and smiling, Keegan leaned over the counter and planted a kiss on their cheek. That's when the boss, a young woman with short black hair and raccoon eyes, came out and chuckled. The cashier pulled back and blushed a little as the woman smiled. "You boys should get a room, there's one right back there."

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The Closet Gay
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Wonderful, that helps..

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Patrick Ian Richard O'Brian
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But you can call me Piro, the Obsessed.
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I am in awe of your uselessness.

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Alexis Lilia Troy
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Happily Ever After.
Everything a girl could want, and more.
A nice house, children, loving husband...
Who could resist?

Alexis Lilia Troy could, and did on several occasions. Everything about the Happily Ever After scene made her sick to her stomach, especially the thought of a man who could be faithful. She assumed it was because of her parents that she felt this way. Her father was not the most loving person in the world and even if he was her mother didn't appreciated it. At first, when she was young and naive, she would try and prove their relationship wrong. She would go from boy to boy looking for that special someone who would treat her like people men treated women in fairy tails. Needless to say they always ended badly and she soon found herself leaving those thoughts behind, figuring Love was nothing to be proud of, nothing to flaunt, as it always ended in tears. That's how it was going to end today, anyway. She had been in a relationship with a man two years her junior for three months and found he was getting too clingy, to used to the relationship.

Walking up the streets of Halifax to a local coffee shop Alexis stopped at a street corner. Upon waiting for the light to turn she pulled a pack of Canadian Classics out of her pocket and tapped one out. Slipping it between her lips and lighting up, she stashed the pack and crossed the street. It was a nice day outside, slightly overcast, but she was still cold in her black shirt, jacket, shirt, and fishnet leggings.

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oxoxoHopefully this works...

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oxoxoxoxoxoxoxKamilla Juliet Capell

Sun streamed in through the open dormer window, lighting up the large bedroom. Gleaming off the pearl white carpet and light pink walls the room seemed to glow with a girlish infection. That is until you looked closer to find band posters covered doors and clothes were strewn all over the place. Belts hung off the poles of the queen sized bed, pushed to the far corner in the room, and under a heap of blankets you would find a young girl lying asleep. The clock on her end table chimed eleven thirty and the girl’s eyes squeezed together. It was the first day of summer vacation and it was planned by this seventeen year old to have plenty of sleep before the upcoming events she’d planned. So ignoring the ceased wake up call, the girl relaxed her eyes and continued with her dream. She would have been happy to fall asleep completely again, but it seemed her mother had another plan. Rapping on the door shortly after she had attempted to fall asleep, the teen groaned as an act of desperation to remain in her sleep-like state. “Kamilla Juliet Capell, are you still sleeping?” The shrill voice called from the other side of the door. Snapping her eyes open and lurching up, Kamilla glared at the door. “So much for my late afternoon entrance..” She muttered to herself, throwing the blankets off and stomping towards the door.

Pulling the door open with a hard tug Kamilla sent it flying against the wall. Rubbing her eyes slightly she looked up at the thin, bird like woman standing in front of her. Her arms were crossed and a disapproving look was already spread across her face. Kamilla just smirked internally and stared at her mothers face. Giving her daughter a quick once over, scowling disdainfully at her pink plaid panama bottoms and her white tank top, she looked into her room and said “Time to wake up, you’ve slept long enough for today.” Leaving her daughter at the bedroom doorway, she headed back downstairs. Kamilla rolled her eyes and shut her door quietly, groaning about the disastrous relationship between her mother and herself.

Getting dressed quickly in a pair of light blue jean shorts and a powder blue tank top Kamilla ran downstairs into the dinning room. Her parents sat there drinking coffee and reading the paper. An untouched paper layed where Kamilla should have sat and done as demonstrated but she almost never read the paper. “Good morning Mom and Dad, anything good in the paper this morning?” Her father smiled at her good morning but kept his eyes on his paper and her mother looked up. “If you sat down and read one you might know.” Kamilla just smiled and took a piece of toast from the pile put out for her. “What can the paper tell me that I can’t find out on my own?” She asked rhetorically before turning around and walking for the door. As she slipped on a pair of white flip flops she called out to her parents. “I’ll be in town for the day! I have my cell on me if you need me!” Before walked out the door jumping in her car and pulling out of the long driveway.

In reality she wasn’t going to be in town at all, now where near in fact. It just so happened that a friend of hers, Alanna, was having a party that night and, lucky for her mother waking her up, Kamilla had remembered she volunteered to help set things up. People from all over the school were invited to the first official summer party, even the ones who never got invited to any other party. It was meant to be big and memorable, and as Kamilla showed up at Alanna’s home she found she had her work cut out for her today.

Opening the door and smiling at her blonde friend standing in the sunlight Alanna pulled her into the house, and into a hug. “First party of the summer needs to be planned to the best of our abilities. Lucky for us I have it all planned out. I have everything bought and everything cleaned up, so all we really need to do is move the breakables out of the house.”

Nodding at her friends instructions Kamilla dropped her bag and started getting to work. It took them almost all day to move all the china, crystal, collectable items, and anything glass out of the main house and into the storage area. Once they were finished Kamilla didn’t feel like partying but sleeping once more. “Alanna, why do you parents buy so much crap?” She asked after moving a particularly heavy vase into the storage area with the help of Alana. Alana just grunted as they placed it on the floor and chuckled. “Because they can. Useless items to help the dead relationship they’re in.”

Finally finishing everything they had to do for the party all Kamilla and Alanna had to do was wait for the people to show up. That didn’t take long, it never did. Within an hour of finishing the house was completely packed with people. The music was making the floors shake and people were soon sneaking off to the empty bedrooms to romp around in the sheets. With Alanna gone off to dance, Kamilla just stood in the kitchen area and sipped at her drink, made far too strong for her liking, dancing a little and acting as if no one was watching her.

oxoxoxoxoxoxoxA.K.A Juliet Capulet

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Character Skellie for a thread ^^

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☣But you can call me☣
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☣I was born☣
[Birthday]
☣This many years ago☣
[Age 16-18]
☣Don't let my looks fool you☣
[Gender]
☣Maybe we can be friends☣
[Likes]
☣Or maybe we can't☣
[Dislikes]
☣You could say I'm☣
[Personality. One Paragraph]
☣I usually don't say, but...☣
[Bio. Three Paragraphs]

xoxoxoxoxoτɧε Dαϻηεd

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[name]
⊕I have been on this earth for so many years⊕
[Age 18+]
⊕I was born this way⊕
[Gender]
⊕My bloodline tells all⊕
[Race]
⊕I have been taught in many different ways⊕
[Class]
⊕My only allies⊕
[Weaponry]
⊕My will is carried on by thee⊕
[Username]
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xoxoxoxoxoτɧε Ļιvιηԍ

☣I have been named☣
☣Rowan☣Aurora☣Donovan☣
☣But you can call me☣
Rowan & Techno
☣I was born☣
August Thirteenth
☣This many years ago☣
Seventeen
☣Don't let my looks fool you☣
Female
☣Maybe we can be friends☣
Thunderstorms, Different Languages, Books of the Mythical Genre, Smoking, Techno, Music, Role Playing, Computer Programming, Knives, Swords, Writing, Drawing, Anime.
☣Or maybe we can't☣
Soap Opera's, Twilight Series, Cakes, Pies, Drugs, Guns, Using Skype, Being Home, School, Being emotionally or Physically close to people.
☣You could say I'm☣
Cranky, petulant, aggressive, these are just some of the words used to describe Rowan. With an extremely bad attitude towards everything to do with school, the people there, and society in general, she often comes off as a rebel without a cause. Liking conflict a little too much, she is usually seen making a scene by yelling at the people who poked fun at her and being sarcastic towards the teachers and other faculty. Showing her sadistic side is just to hide the truth from everyone in the school. At heart, Rowan is a nice girl with an over trusting nature. She's smart, witty, and doesn't hold back about what she's feeling. Though she doesn't like to show this side, as it shows weakness, people have guessed that her dark side is only a facade. But don't test her. Even without her rebellious mask Rowan wouldn't hesitate to hurt the people around her, physically or emotionally, for something they say or do.
☣I usually don't say, but...☣
As an over privileged member of society you’d think Rowan would have turned out like the rest of the teenagers you see. Perfect clothes, perfect hair, all the accessories a girl in the known universe could need, but Rowan wasn’t like that. Even though she had more money than she could ever want, and a completely empty three story house that could be used for major parties every single weekend, she found herself to be a less party more study type of person. Rowan would spend long hours making sure her homework was perfect and knowing every single thing there was to know on the subject. She wore conservative clothing and never really cared what people said or thought about her.

That is until she got her first boyfriend. A normal relationship which ended as most do; badly. He made rumors about her she couldn’t ignore and spread them all around the school, not to mention told everyone her little secret about being filthy rich. Hating herself for being so trusting of someone Rowan withdrew into herself and refused to speak to anyone. It wasn’t as if her family noticed either. Her parents were high on the government list of people to send around the world, and her brother was always busy with his many girlfriends and buddies hanging around the house. Often finding herself in her room drawing and writing she tried to pay no mind to anyone.

As luck would have it that was also the year they moved to a new town. Far away from her old peers and horrible rumors Rowan learned to confide in herself and no one else. So to ward off people that like to get too involved in others lives she changed her look. Going from a very conservative girl to a semi Gothic member of her high school was a hard change but a good one. Then again, there were the few stragglers that kept trying to bother her because of the way she looked and she soon found she could make them disappear with her biting wit and advanced vocabulary. Turned out all those years of studying hard payed off.

In the end though she did find solitude to be a little harder than expected and in an attempt to be less lonely found herself being accepted into a whole group of people with the same interests as hers. As for this game they play..

Let’s just say she couldn’t be happier to get away from the real world for a while.

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⊕People know me as⊕
Ravyn
⊕I have been on this earth for so many years⊕
Nineteen
⊕I was born this way⊕
Female
⊕My bloodline tells all⊕
Human
⊕I have been taught in many different ways⊕
Rogue
⊕My only allies⊕
Long Sword, a couple throwing knives, and a dagger.
⊕My will is carried on by thee⊕
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Waking up in the middle of the day would have been much more enjoyable than this. This deal of waking up early, having not gotten to bed three hours earlier, and going off to learn more useless crap. Of course, school had that effect on everyone so why should it be any different for Rowan? So rolling over and hitting the snooze alarm on her clock she made the effort to not get out of bed and just roll over for another three seconds of sleep. "I have to start getting to sleep sooner.." She thought as she made an attempt to open her eyes to the world around her. It wasn't that bad of a sight, as the black out curtains refused light from the room. So without the searing pain of the sun Rowan yanked the blankets from herself and crawled -literally- out of her bed. Hearing the alarm go off again she reaching for the cord and pulled it out of the socket, enjoying the silence. Throwing on her usual, black jeans dark red top and a sweater, she grabbed her book bag and left her favorite spot in her house for a brightly lit annoyance.

"Morning sunshine." A familiar voice called from the bottom of the stairs. Her brothers friend had a habit of living more at their house than at his own. Looking him up and down and rolling her eyes, Rowan headed down the stairs and for the door. "Why don't you go home? Not even my brother wants you here." The young boy smiled and opened the door for Rowan. "But then who would I torment every morning by my very presence?" Rowan just smiled sweetly and pulled her boots on. "Your parents." The boy chuckled and cocked and eyebrow "Where are you off to?" Remembering it wasn't a school day Rowan rolled her eyes and snarled "Just because you don't have a life doesn't mean I don't." Grabbing the door and slamming it behind her. Off the the backstreets of her town because of where she lived, an above average street with massive houses, to the long roads of trailer parks and then the very long walk to her school. It would have been easier to just catch the bus or take the car her parents gave her for her birthday the year before but Rowan was one of those rich kids that hated the fact that she was rich. She had no use for the amount of crap her parents put in the house and avoided people knowing where she lived and what her life was like at all costs.

Walking around town, feeling like an idiot because she woke up early for nothing, Rowan pulled out her cell and texted everyone.

To: Everyone
Hey, anyone up?
From: Rowan

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oxoxoxoxoxoxoxKamilla Juliet Capell

Finding the kitchen was starting to overflow with people, and that she was getting pushing against the wall far too much, Kamilla decided to go out to the front door and greet the people who were showing up. It was something that Alanna wasn't doing, hated doing, and refused to do. Since Kamilla considered herself a people person it seemed like the perfect job for her. So she stood by the door keeping it open and allowing the wave of people to enter and leave, hugging the ones she knew and smiling at the ones she didn't. Which is when she noticed a boy about her age making his way up the path who looked nothing like the type of person that would be there. Almost everyone in the house was a jock or a prep, except the few people she didn't know from school who decided to show up.

Although he was definitely not from here, she'd welcome him in. Whether or not people would talk to him was up to them but she knew she wanted to."What're you looking at?" Kamilla could have shrieked at the sound of the girl's voice behind her. Whipping around she cringed inwardly at the sight of Jasmine, a girl whose reputation exceeded even her own expectations. She had the largest number of boys after her and created more scandals about herself than she did about her enemies. "Oh that boy huh?" She asked in a stuck up tone. "Ha, inbred." Kamilla rolled her eyes at Jasmine's comment. "What a horrible word and to use it so lightly." She thought before looking back at the boy. Leaving Jasmine she made her way over to him. "Hi, you can hang out inside for the night. It's an open party and people usually, well not usually, but they sometimes crash on the couch..." Kamilla blushed a little at how much she was saying, especially to someone she didn't know. Standing there awkwardly wasn't going to help her much now was it?

Deciding it was useless to be like the with a stranger Kamilla took a small breath and smiled. "Sorry. In case I didn't make any sense, you can hang out inside for as long as you like." moving a piece of hair around her ear she stepped aside and showed him the way in. "I'm Kamilla by the way. What's your name?"

oxoxoxoxoxoxoxA.K.A Juliet Capulet

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I'm just ******** bored... This could be a test of how long I decide to put up with it XD

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I took two tabs of acid yesterday afternoon, and I woke up this morning with a torn pair of shoes and found I ruined my life and everyone else's too. I guess this is what my teachers warned me drugs would do.

T h e B a s i c s
Hello! My name is Erik Neil Grey
I prefer to be called Eri or Erik
I've blown out this many candles Eighteen
Best day ever March 23rd
Last time I checked Male

Look me in the eyes Green
Look at these roots Brown
Reach for the sky if you can reach it 5'11"
The scale is all wrong. I swear! 150lbs
Eek! I've been inked! Angel wings on my left wrist for my father, Serj Tankian's Autograph on the back of my neck.
Needles are fun. They put holes in your head Two shoulder blade piercings.

T h e O t h e r F u n S t u f f
Gimmie Those!
- Horror Movies
- Fast Cars
- Loose Women
- Rock Music
- Math
- Sappy Movies (Secretly)
- Cats
- Chinese Food
Ew! That's nasty!
- Mexican Food
- Dogs
- Vegetarians
- Watching TV
- Pepsi
- Jocks
- Younger Siblings
- Mopeds
Pssh. I'm not scared of that..much. - Death
- Snakes
- Drowning
Extra Stuff
- Drawing
- Skateboarding
- Reading
Oh you know how I am Quiet, shy, sneaky, these are only a few words that describe Erik, but only around people he doesn’t know. Around his friends he’s talkative, full of energy, and extremely funny. Unfortunately his flip side is one of the worst types of people you could ever meet. Cold, callous, evil, vengeful, these are only some of the traits that Erik can work up if the mood strikes him. And once that is over, he can even be violent.

T h e F a c t s o f L i f e
Erik was born March 1st 1992, a beautiful sunny day, at three o’clock in the afternoon. His parents were more than happy to welcome him into their family, and as first time parents tried very hard to bring him up right. They seemed to do a good job as well. Erik showed potential in almost every scholastic activity and was extremely good with math and spelling even before he started school. Before his first year of public school his parent decided to have two more children, one two years younger than him, one six years younger than him, and both girls. They all got along great and made up the perfect happy family.

Unfortunately, a month after Erik’s fourteenth birthday, his father was killed in a hit and run. The car had knocked him into a power line pole, breaking his back and severing his spinal cord. That, along with the severe head and neck trauma killed him almost instantly. To Erik, this was the end of the world. His father was the person he was closest to inside and outside of his family. A day didn’t go by where they spent at least an hour together either watching television or playing catch outside. Now that that was all gone, Erik fell into a deep depression. He functioned during the day but barely did anything for school or home. While at school he was quiet and shy, almost never speaking to anyone. While at home, he spent most of his time in his room playing videogames or watching TV.

The summer that followed the accident was his start. As a coping mechanism his mother sent him to stay with his aunt for a week thinking that she might some how get an emotion out of him, or interest in something other than his Xbox. After the first three days of avoiding his aunt and cousin he started to make conversation with them. On the fourth day, his cousin introduced him to the wonderful world of pill form drugs. In the dark cold basement of his aunts house Erik's cousin tossed him a pill and told him "Don't worry, you'll either be so happy you'll forget about your dad, or so unable to handle the drug that you'll pass out." Having nothing to lose Erik swallowed it, and it opened up a whole new world for him.

Days passed hazily for Erik and left him with no recollection of the hours he'd spent intoxicated. By the time he returned home he was so hooked he couldn't force himself to stop. Lying to his mother about where he was going, he'd disappear for hours at a time and, when he got back, tell her that he'd been out with friends. Being so happy that he was out of his room and being social his mother never questioned his time with his so called friends.

Friends who used him as a scape goat, friends who constantly had him hide their drugs, and friends who eventually taught him the simple thing that is selling drugs for money. Erik realized sooner or later he’d have to stop relying on his mothers allowance just to pay off his debts, so he got one of the people who hadn’t screwed him over to teach him how to deal. They started out small with junior high children, and soon moved up to people their own age. It seemed to take a keen eye to find the people who’d pay fully, and weed out the people who they’d have to track down just to get the payment they wanted. Erik learned quickly and was careful about who he did and didn’t sell do, although sometime he made mistakes.

With grades slipping and a mother who quickly became suspicious, it was only a matter of time before his friends left too.


M u s i c i s m y a n t i - d r u g
Smile! Blitzkrieg Bop
Go on and cry on my shoulder Broken
I see fireworks! No Air
Look out! He's/She's gonna blow! Ten Thousand Fists in the Air
This is me Acid Song

Y a n k i n g o n m y s t r i n g s
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