Post by Evil McBadGuy on Mar 31, 2011 19:32:18 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night. Except there were no clouds nor squalls to hinder us. Alone, a man waits for his destiny. His destiny of destruction. However, a single figure slightly hindered his plans.
And by slightly hindered we mean it wasn't important, but hey. This man, in a mediocre mask, with a top, and empty wine glass, stepped forth to oppose me. With a RUSTY TUX, he scoffed, ready to unleash the rose within. Because every rose had its thorn.
And every night has its dawn. And every cowboy sings a sad, sad song. Across from him on this tall, plaid, building, was a park. And in this park, was some emo kid who we don't know or understand.
These two had business. Disturbing business. One was ready to spread blood like the petals of a rose. This kid, he was always hindering me. Standing there all smug and evil like, who does he think he is? Bastard.
Us two warriors see, we's from Detroit, and so we ain't 'fraid ta get all up in ya grill. Speaking of which, my grill has thorns. It's my BBQ. I ain't havin' no one jack it.
Both were dark, unfortunate souls. But screw them, let's cut to someone else, and I don't mean the Jonas Brothers. For you see, one of the dark ones had a twin, AND HE HAD A ROPE!--Graciously given by the masked man.
His red hair, cerulean eyes, slender body, and gratuitous fashion sense. He was the good twin, and the most pure maiden of them all.
His true love was none other than Patches, the hero of our story. Well, I think his name is Patches anyway. I don't even know my own name! This boy was special, in more ways than one.
He made great friends with a statue, and some weird due glued naked to another statue. Also a goat was stalking him but ignore that. Also, Mr. Rose was consulting a saleswoman with his lackey, Stanky.
One might not expect it, but great things will unfold here, in this void of a town. A modern flooring populace, we shall dive into the realms of infinity, and view this wondrous, this Tales of Our Lives.
And by slightly hindered we mean it wasn't important, but hey. This man, in a mediocre mask, with a top, and empty wine glass, stepped forth to oppose me. With a RUSTY TUX, he scoffed, ready to unleash the rose within. Because every rose had its thorn.
And every night has its dawn. And every cowboy sings a sad, sad song. Across from him on this tall, plaid, building, was a park. And in this park, was some emo kid who we don't know or understand.
These two had business. Disturbing business. One was ready to spread blood like the petals of a rose. This kid, he was always hindering me. Standing there all smug and evil like, who does he think he is? Bastard.
Us two warriors see, we's from Detroit, and so we ain't 'fraid ta get all up in ya grill. Speaking of which, my grill has thorns. It's my BBQ. I ain't havin' no one jack it.
Both were dark, unfortunate souls. But screw them, let's cut to someone else, and I don't mean the Jonas Brothers. For you see, one of the dark ones had a twin, AND HE HAD A ROPE!--Graciously given by the masked man.
His red hair, cerulean eyes, slender body, and gratuitous fashion sense. He was the good twin, and the most pure maiden of them all.
His true love was none other than Patches, the hero of our story. Well, I think his name is Patches anyway. I don't even know my own name! This boy was special, in more ways than one.
He made great friends with a statue, and some weird due glued naked to another statue. Also a goat was stalking him but ignore that. Also, Mr. Rose was consulting a saleswoman with his lackey, Stanky.
One might not expect it, but great things will unfold here, in this void of a town. A modern flooring populace, we shall dive into the realms of infinity, and view this wondrous, this Tales of Our Lives.