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He came from Darwinia. The cold air followed him, and I could smell a trace of pixellated goodness. I didn't mind, in fact, I let him wrap his arms around me. Ten minutes later, he was out the door, and I was sitting on the same chair, wondering what the hell to do.
Don't leave me, Darwinia man. Stay a while. Learn to love what is me, and to learn to be accepting of me. Flaws or not, I'm all I've got, and in a sense, all you've got too.
After three hours he came back. I wasn't angry anymore. I was tired, worried and sick to the stomach with the thought of what I would do without him. Moaping in this chair, this cursed chair, with its straight back and rigid curves. Whoever designed it made sure it would be the prison to my emotion.
He greets me with a smile. His glasses shine in my direction and my heart is melting already. He's back. My darwininan, the saviour of my world; his world. The killer of the killer, the saviour of the saviour.
He's back. And he's mine.
So keep ya dirty claws off of him if ya know what's good for ya! Mmmkay!?!
I liek ur avatararzors
Dam straight we're socially networking it up on your ModDB profile with the implementation of internet v2.0
However this version will take much longer to download...
Hahahahaha, I love your entry with Dr. Strangelove. Very well done.
Now you aren't the Darwinia guy anymore. I like your entry, though, it's kinda cool.
He came from Darwinia. The cold air followed him, and I could smell a trace of pixellated goodness. I didn't mind, in fact, I let him wrap his arms around me. Ten minutes later, he was out the door, and I was sitting on the same chair, wondering what the hell to do.
Don't leave me, Darwinia man. Stay a while. Learn to love what is me, and to learn to be accepting of me. Flaws or not, I'm all I've got, and in a sense, all you've got too.
After three hours he came back. I wasn't angry anymore. I was tired, worried and sick to the stomach with the thought of what I would do without him. Moaping in this chair, this cursed chair, with its straight back and rigid curves. Whoever designed it made sure it would be the prison to my emotion.
He greets me with a smile. His glasses shine in my direction and my heart is melting already. He's back. My darwininan, the saviour of my world; his world. The killer of the killer, the saviour of the saviour.
He's back. And he's mine.
So keep ya dirty claws off of him if ya know what's good for ya! Mmmkay!?!
oh my no not that
lol darwinia?
Darwinia Guy!
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