Sup.

His your son~

Someone a lot better then you.

ohey

Eeeerrr.... By touching yourself??? ( O w O)

KING ME BITCH

Bell peper guy! You're back.

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King of the blacks?

>not knowing bell pepper man

Sup mate, real life taking its toll?

Gigga Nigga?

That you don't know him, tells both of us that you shouldn't be here

Very much so actually. It's gotten to the point where my social life has become some form of work outside of my usual warehouse work. But it's not all that bad it actually has a lot to do with the game I'm making.



So um.. one day my mum and pops got into it.
Like they really let themselves go. They tell me its grownup wrestling, but Imma call bullshit on that. I've seen people wrestling before and not even once was there a copy of me being born from that.
So after my parents wrestling match, I was their trophy. I went to memorization camps in both Central America as well as North America. I was a bit of a trouble maker. However, as my father has spoken onto me, you aren't really a trouble maker if most of the trouble goes over the general populations head. So from this you could call me a hipster in terms of the amount of obscure trouble I have caused in my childhood. Ever heard of a Death Present? I understand, you probably never heard of it due to it being so obscure and shit. Basically you grab a group of friends and if one of them piss you off, You send them a Death Present on xmas. Now Don't get this wrong. you aren't killing anyone here, just killing their souls and willpower. That's the joke. My last one was the present that won the War on Xmas a few years back. It's two identical cubes made of really hard plastic. Each cube has a little chip that blasts this ungodly noise for about 3-4months each. Once one cube dies the other starts up. They are completely waterproof, fireproof, indestructible in every way you can dream of. Oh the passionate hatred filled [and increasingly desperate crying for help filled] letters I received after that one. But no, I do not help those who mail me things that spray ink all over the house. I'm not about that bitch pleb life. I make them suffer grandly.

-Excerpt from "I Am Nakamura" by Tanasinn Nakamura




I'll be popping in from time to time.





How you doin?




B-But I didn't get to move my piece yet...

ot; welcome back brother. You have missed a great deal of fuck all

Air.

really now?
What happened? Pray Tell!





They weren't bombs. They were cubes that emitted sound, the secondary cube was designed to listen for the 'death' of the main cube once the first cubes sound chip ran out of battery. The only way to stop the sound from activating is to either: 1. Never open the box. or 2. Open the box containing the cubes in complete darkness and keep them there for all eternity. They sell versions of the chip [sadly gimped to hell] at a few places online. ThinkGeek comes to mind but I don't think they can be modded to 'listen' or become light sensitive.

Also nice to meet you.

Congrats, you pointed out a spelling mistake. I'm sure this must be the biggest achievement of the year for you.

Muh homie, I MISSED YOU

oh hey tana-kun, long time no see