||||||||||||||||My Videos|||||||||||||||| Roxas, his heart was human, yet because of his status as a being his fate was sealed since he was born. How many times must humanity judge others like that as well without giving them a fair chance?
"It would be very irresponsible of me to give you my thoughts as you are clearly incapable of handling the ones you already have" ~some guy in OD
Nanodude Mortal
(id: geodude)
posted 19 November 2020 04:07 AM
EDT (US)
2 / 7
cooler than lpw because nano posts win
3. is you
<3
Yeebaagooon EXCO Emeritus
posted 19 November 2020 02:56 PM
EDT (US)
3 / 7
Think NPW = next post wins, so Roxy is the champion.
______________________________________Yeebaagooon______________________________________ ____________________AoMH Seraph____________________ "You can't trust yeebaagooon to lead a rebelion, He would send everyone to steal mirrors so he could bask in his own brilliance." - Out Reach "Yeebaagooon had never seen a more handsome man in all his life. He couldn't control himself, He needed to act. Gripping the mirror in his strong arms he kissed the figure before him..." - Out Reach AoMH:Unfinished Scenarios|Singleplayer: Codename Ripto|Multiplayer: Minigames Z|CSC 7 Ex Seraphs Dictator, Spore Heaven Seraph
That AoM Guy Mortal
(id: aom expert)
posted 19 November 2020 03:49 PM
EDT (US)
4 / 7
not post worthy
scragins Heretic of December
posted 20 November 2020 10:00 PM
EDT (US)
5 / 7
I have a fried that got AoE that way.
Out Reach Mortal
(id: newreach268)
posted 21 November 2020 02:33 AM
EDT (US)
6 / 7
Dam Violence in Breakfast Cereals.
Out Reach The guy who writes the erotic fan fiction in Yeebaagoon's signature
Ventrose Mortal
posted 01 January 2021 02:50 PM
EDT (US)
7 / 7
lol
~~Ventrose~~ - I'm regarded valuable, yet I'm made of nothing. I'm always here but can't be seen. Forever I exist but can't be reached. I'm real and, yet, constructed by those who're so perplexed by me. With the swish of the hand, I swish past you, never to be anymore again, and yet...I'm always here. What am I?
- I can never fill a glass, and yet, the universe is full of me. Too little of me, and folks might feel uncomfortable, but too much of me, and people might feel lonely. What am I?
- Folks believe that they own me. I believe I own them, as I give so much to them; though I have no hands. I'm rich and poor all the same. Who truly knows the quantity of me out there in the universe. What am I?