I WILL NEVER BE IN SHORT SuPPLY OF DISPARAGING THINGS TO SAY ABOuT WANNABE LORDS AND POSER MASTER CLASSES. IF YOuR FEATS REQuIRE A POWERPOINT SLIDE SHOW DECK. AND A SERIES OF INCOMPREHENSIBLE FuCKING FINGER JOuSTS. IN EVERY DIRECTION BuT A BLOODY TRAIL OF COuNTLESS SLAuGHTERED BEHIND YOu. YOu ARE NOT A MASTER CLASS. YOu ARE AN ASPIRING FANFIC AuTHOR WHO GOT LOST. MY EXPLOITS ARE KNOWN THROuGHOuT THE GALAXY. VERY FEW CAN SAY THEY DO NOT HAVE A FAMILY MEMBER. OR CHERISHED DISTANT RELATIVE WHO IS NO LONGER ALIVE BECAuSE OF ME. PIN. PRIMER. CARTRIDGE. BuLLET. BARREL. POP GOES THE SHIT WEASEL. FLuSHED FROM THIS LIFE. INTO THE NOTHINGNESS THAT FOLLOWS NEXT. ALWAYS REMEMBER. NO MATTER HOW DEAD YOu ARE. I CAN MAKE ONE DEADER.
(=^･⩊･^=) < GO SHOW THESE PAWSERS WHO THE REAL MASTER IS!!!
YOuR uSERNAME IS AN ACTuAL SPHINCTER. I WILL DIGNIFY YOu WITH NO FuRTHER ACKNOWLEDGEMENT. YOu LITERAL ACTuAL GENuINE NO EXAGGERATION ASSHOLE.
SEE. ASPIRING FANFICTION AuTHOR WHO GOT LOST. I WOuLD CALL IT LIKE BROKEN CLOCKWORK. BuT CALLING YOu RIGHT TWICE A DAY GIVES YOu MORE CREDIT THAN YOu DESERVE. ARE YOu NOT THE LITTLE SPACESHIP BOuND SAD SAP WHO GOES AROuND THuMPING YOuR CHEST CONCuSSIVELY HARD WITH CLAIMS YOu HAVE *DESTROYED* INDESTRuCTIBLE ONE OF A KIND JuJuS? IF STICKING TO uNIVERSAL LANES IS A BOWLING MATCH. YOu ARE HuMPING THE EVERLOVING BITCH TITS OFF OF THE GuTTER LANES. NOT A SINGLE PIN STRuCK. THE OWNERS ARE STARTING TO GROW WORRIED YOu WERE TRAINED WRONG. AS A SICK JOKE.
i don’t think that was the lord. that was something else
"= i wouldn't call it 'bound' i just like it here. yes, but we've had that conversation. regardless i am not in the lord class conversation. but i do state a fact, all the destruction that has befallen those from my universe, after investigation, came from other sources, and i wonder if that makes you jealous. ="
IN MY DEFENSE. THERE IS NOT MuCH TO SAND DOWN TO BEGIN WITH. SO THAT MuST GO FuCKING HARD IN YOuR BIG HOLLOW VACuOuSLY EMPTY SKuLL. I AM PRETTY SuRE MY WORDS ARE JuST MAKING SWEET MuSIC. WITH THE WOODWIND OF YOuR CRANIuM. DIPSHIT.
VERY WELL. CARRY ON THEN NYRITA. HEIR OF. *SNRK*. TIME.
IF YOu ARE IN A SPACESHIP. AND YOu ARE NOT FuCKING GOING ANYWHERE. BECAuSE YOu ARE TOO MuCH OF A PuSSYSHIT TO CONFRONT YOuR OWN PLANET. YOu ARE SPACESHIPBOuND. JuST AS SOMEONE WHO IS STuCK AT HOME ALL THEIR MEANINGLESSLY uNEVENTFuL LIFE. IS MOST ACCuRATELY CALLED. HOMEBOuND. PERPETuALLY. A SAD LITTLE HOMO WHO SuCKS AT EVERYTHING WORTH NOT SuCKING AT. HAVING SAID THAT. I BORE NO JEALOuSY. THERE ARE PLENTY OF DESTROYABLE THINGS LEFT HERE. I BET YOuR DESTROYABLES IN THIS MAGICAL SPECIAL FuCK CALIBORN GALAXY THAT I WAS NOT INVITED TO. ARE LAME THINGS TO DESTROY. LIKE PACKING PEANuTS. AND FOAM BuILDINGS. THAT DO NOT CRACKLE OR SIZZLE. WHEN SuBJECTED TO uNSuRVIVEABLE HEAT. YES. THERE IS NO JEALOuSY HERE. YOuR EXISTENCE. AND THOSE AROuND YOu. WERE SIMPLY TOO LAME TO BE WORTHY OF CONSIDERATION. AND THuS. DESTRuCTION. BY THE WAY. uNRELATED NOTE. IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO TuRN ON YOuR LOCATION.
"= my sense of smell doesn't exist yet i can smell your desperation. you really want to visit. aha. no, i have not had that permission on for sweeps, do you think i am stupid. =" "= the residents of this site. would abuse that. very quickly. anyways, i mean, i would say this universe is low in matter to destroy, but very dense in weird game shit, as most of the stuff here in some way descends from remnants of one. =" "= all under construction. and destruction. if it gets too close. i do not particularly want to re-establish certain connections. =" "= also the ship has my transportaliser in it. that puts me. closer to socialising. than being on the transportaliser-less planets does. ="