pmmg
Myth Weaver
Green...Blue...Red... I'm not raising these little monsters.
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FifthView
Vala
The whelplings were playing human again, and Father wasn't pleased.
pmmg
Myth Weaver
Just give em a year, then the year will be theirs.
pmmg
Myth Weaver
Holidays are over. Time to get back to work.
pmmg
Myth Weaver
The castle stood in the gloom like a giant stone monolith, indominable to time and change, but the princess, in her bare feet, was just miffed enough to burn it all down.
CupofJoe
Myth Weaver
It had to be said, the Grim-Dark Disney Castle did not meet with universal approval.
But in the heart of one little Princess, she knew she was home.
But in the heart of one little Princess, she knew she was home.
Orc Knight
Auror
Either karaoke nights were getting stranger or there was something in the drinks.
CupofJoe
Myth Weaver
As the grenade slipped from Drek's hand, they realised today had not been a good time to try a new hand lotion.
pmmg
Myth Weaver
*Cough* There's your mic back.
errrr... thanks.
errrr... thanks.
pmmg
Myth Weaver
That's great blues, but I am picking up a buzz....
Sorry, got no ideas on that one.
Sorry, got no ideas on that one.
BearBear
Archmage
The duet had perfect harmony, all those late nights finally paid off, but no one heard it because the microphone slipped mid-arpeggio.
pmmg
Myth Weaver
Damn, she's got moves...
CupofJoe
Myth Weaver
Competition in the Hades Street Dance finals was T O U G H!
or
Yes I can do the demonstration of where all the aircraft emergence exits are - and at the same time.
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Yes I can do the demonstration of where all the aircraft emergence exits are - and at the same time.
pmmg
Myth Weaver
Ahhh...says Sinbad. Its a dance off. My scimitar will be of no use in this.
pmmg
Myth Weaver
And finally, I am ready to send this to an editor and put it out in the world...after one more edit...
Maker of Things Not Kings
Maester
Good dietary regimen? Daily exercise? Clean air? Goop? Nope, turned out the key to everlasting life was the deal Phil made, selling his soul in order to live just long enough to complete his first novel.
pmmg
Myth Weaver
Death writing his memoirs.
"Just a few more months and I'll finally publish Winds of Winter."
Miles Lacey
Archmage
"Thank you, Mr Jones. We have all the necessary information to authorise the approval of your insurance policy. We have only the formality of collecting your soul to finalise this transaction...."
Damnit, I need to take better selfies.