You have cured your private parts of every ailments possible with extreme precision and of a godlike flashy way. It went so well that you don't even feel them anymore. It might be because you have healed their existence, and thus they disappeared.
Post by Renard Aestling on May 5, 2011 20:57:02 GMT -5
I try not to fail while just being me. :V
It matters not how strait the gate,/How charged with punishments the scroll,/I am the master of my fate:/I am the captain of my soul. - Invictus, by William Ernest Henley
She made you roll a 1. She rejected you, she kicked you in the spot where your balls formerly were, she gutted you and ended up keeping you as her torture toy.
Post by Renard Aestling on May 5, 2011 21:04:22 GMT -5
I take the potato chip... And I eat it.
It matters not how strait the gate,/How charged with punishments the scroll,/I am the master of my fate:/I am the captain of my soul. - Invictus, by William Ernest Henley
You have eaten a potato chip and eaten it in a way that would make Light Yagami and Luciano Mezzanote green with envy! You were so fabulous and sparkly that you didn't take the time to notice that this was the last potato chip in the world. Nevermore are you going to enjoy something like this.
... You cemented the fact that you did not exist. Furthermore, it wasn't even Dread of the Grave that was playing, but Never Gonna Give You Up from Rick Astley.
Success! You are now back into reality! Birds are singing, bees are buzzing; you enjoy your new existance and vitality, and are now armed with a nonexistent sledgehammer. To cement this fact even more, Aoko missed you so much that she invited you in her room for sexy tiems.
This was a triumph! You have created your very own city, and everyone of its inhabitants are now worshiping you as their new God. They built statues in your name; YOU are almighty in their eyes.