Due to my lack of a First Life, I've just started playing Second Life again for the sake of all the old laughs I had whilst playing it with FAFers.
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Okay I know this thread's title is one that would raise alarms and make this thread skyrocket in activity, but I have an honest (if stupid) question....
I do a lot of things but I am not very good at any of them.
One million years ago I was born on Mt. Menopause to Zeus and a very confused sheep. Consequently, I am extremely deformed both physically and mentally. I am also immortal though the gods often mocked me for my grotesque appearance and would beat me savagely, until the day I was cast down from the heavens, unfit to live amongst the divine.
I fell into the barren wasteland known to you as Vermont and sought refuge from the spirit wolves in a filthy portable toilet, where I lived for many years until I was discovered by a deranged old woman and her legion of mangy housecats.
She brought me home, then promptly set herself on fire and jumped into oncoming traffic. I feared I might perish but luckily her cats taught me to hunt mice and groom myself with my tongue. Though I am now far away from my adoptive cat family, I will still occasionally use the litter box when at other people's homes.
When I felt I could fend for myself, I left in search of the American Dream, which I found, morbidly obese and dead of heart disease, in a Wal-Mart restroom. Filled with bitterness and righteous indignation, I swore never to go to Wal-Mart again. I have failed that promise and am now a regular customer, but sometimes I still feel bad about it, and when I do, I post on FaF.
Gender:
Male
Interests:
No
Occupation:
Bad
Species:
Kony
Gamer Info
Game console and game info to network with other Gamers
XboxGamer:
Gergoth
Signature
Keep the flowers
I'll just give 'em back
'Cuz the only way to my heart is
With an axe
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