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The last antagonist I viewed was the very fragile nature of the human reality. So if that were the case my "roommate" would be my mind within turmoil of whether or not reality is as it should be or not. Do we exist as a fragmented piece of time or are our perception of the senses count for as to what is real? Are we nothing but a fleeting memory of the ever expanding concept of time? Should we even try to understand? Can we?

I really want a corgi. Tiny cute bastards.

HERESY!

It is a bitchin' page.

I bet this is a dude.

So nah.

UGUUUUUUU!~

LETS

SELL


ITEMS!~

*SETS UP SHOP AND SELLS THINGS AT MODERATE PRICES*

10/1

Yes. 10/10.

Well, duh. How am I not?

Oh sure, but who hasn't at some point.

Well now I am. Thanks, you ass.

Why thank ya transient outsider <3

I just did the dance in it's entirety. /You tell me./

Oh yeah, money and a couple games. Good times~

I'd be a mad god of chaos. You tell me.

Don't eat day old shrimp.

We fight the guy on the dance floor (because he was a night club owner) and we get him into to that "FINISH HIM" stage. We look at each and give each other that "let's finish this comrade" type nod. Since we're both big and burly fellows and we're wearing 80's break dancers clothes; we break dance our way to the big baddie while a dance mix of the rocky song plays. You do a sweeping upper cut kick to the guys jaw that sends him flying up and forward. You then stay on your back with your feet up and legs curled towards you. I hop on and you kick me forward. I do a twirl midair, grab the guy on his waist with both hands and slam him into the ground. I hop up and surf him into a nearby stage. Where his head just crashes through one of the ground spot lights. You come walking up as I nonchalantly brush myself off. You look at the corpse and back to me and say "He doesn't look so hot does he? " I grin and as I put on my hot pink shutter shades I say "Yeah, I guess he can't handle the lime light."

The 80's. They actually used colors.

Does music count?