I'm still here, waiting for the true love of my life... Times have tough for me... I wake up everyday with that nasty morning breath, thinking I'll have a better day... You should be lucky.. That you aren't me...
I'm still here, waiting for the true love of my life... Times have tough for me... I wake up everyday with that nasty morning breath, thinking I'll have a better day... You should be lucky.. That you aren't me...
“Magic is a complex chemical reaction. It is created by a combination of genetic, chemical, and environmental variables. It can be replicated. I have mastered the technique. I have submitted the application for membership.”
The League of Sorcerers erupted in a chorus of protests. I analyzed each voice and filed them separately for later study. The strongest protest came from the Master of Ceremonies, a sallow faced man with a long beard. I retrieved the identfiles to address him by name. Human beings are particular about their monikers.
“Only when I am cast into the fiery pits of Zandara's Hel will this abomination be a
The Wii and DS's Wi-Fi is gone, so I'm out of work on things to do. It's going to be boring not being able to race or fight in Mario Kart Wii, or Brawl, respectfully. :/