I’m bØred, I want tØ black flirt with sØmeØne and have the best-wØrst pitch pailing knØwn tØ man Ør trØll but all Øf yØu are weak, tragic #nsfw
Well I suppØse this is just prØØf art is subjective I suppØse. ThØugh I agree abØut the little seadweller
I dØ nØt belØng tØ yØur wØrld, and my eyes wØrk just fine. What is a king tØ a gØd?
Nothing, to a non-8eliever. You really ought not to challenge me on literature, my pedagogue only provided me the a8ility to read, afterall.
YØu can read? I cØuld barely tell. CØngratulatiØns Øn having a basic understanding and level Øf functiØnality in that pretty think pan Øf yØurs, cØnsider me prØperly… whelmed
yeah, my type is tr0lls wh0 kn0w h0w t0 belittle me and y0u are ticking all th0se b0xes girl. keep it up.
Of course I can, when you are done sweeping in that little a8ode you call a manor, I have a vessel three times larger to 8attle upon. Then, after I document your defeat, I'll read it out to you while you swa8 the decks.
Hmm, I’m nØt sure, Marquise, dØn’t yØu have a bit Øf a histØry with battles abØard yØur ship ending rather… pØØrly? I’d hate fØr yØu tØ lØØse that Øther eye, histØry likes tØ repeat after all, Ør at least rhyme.
I spent two centuries with a winning streak under the 8anner of the gam8ligants in 8attle, it was only one particularly rigged night 8y your so called 'master' which 8edged the streak to falter and even then, I still triumphed. For time, you seem to forget how that poetry ends, and who tames that 8east in the end.
TwØ centuries hmm? What a pitifully shØrt time, a shame. And I dØ nØt think yØur mind can fully cØmprehend the manner Øf beast *I* am, nØt that I wØuld expect a feeble thinkpan like yØurs tØ wrap arØund it, naturally. SØ yØung, sØ arrØgant.