11-18-2018, 11:02 PM
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[glow=#000,1,400]NOT CAUSE I'M BUSY, I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Time for him to be in the spotlight. Fuck yeah. It was getting awfully boring around here especially with the craziness that seemed to be striking down. There was talk of sacrifices and then Aspects and boy he was not having any of it. Really, to him he was thinking that this was more on the lines of having crazy fever dreams. Again he didn't think that this world was actually real. To him it was all a figure of his imagination built up to protect his mind from the current coma that he was in. He was fine and in a hospital at best and recuperating from the heist that had went so wrong. People could survive being shot multiple times, miracles happened. But at the same time when he thought about it, when he thought about all the lives that he had taken there was always a small voice in the back of his head. What made him so special? Sighing roughly the male moved forward with ease and found himself a stone pedestal to sit his rump on. Time to roue the masses and give them a good time right? Fun was what this place needed and he grinned a bit before he lifted up his prehensile tail that held a bottle of brandy in its grip. "Alright everyone, line up! Get your asses on over here we got some fun things to do!"