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Kokojo has a small penis (formally: mari is creepy)

Started by VampragonLord, April 20, 2010, 05:11:17 am

VampragonLord

April 20, 2010, 05:11:17 am Last Edit: April 23, 2010, 05:57:18 am by VampragonLord
HEREBY DECLARE OPEN WAR ON MARI!

To Mari, this war will not end until you surrender, die, or i get bored. You have been warned.

To those wishing to join my cause, i welcome you with open arms. Tell your friends, your family, random strangers, small children, and stoned teens, JUST HOW CREEPY MARI IS!


To those who try to stand in my way.  :ban:

To those who are indifferent, hi.

I am vampragonlord and this has been a public service announcement.
15:05   slave: consensual slavery is the best thing ever~

Kaijyuu

  • Modding version: PSX

Dome

I will fight alongside you, random internet girl, against Mari, the random internet boy/girl (I dunno which one is)

"Be wise today so you don't cry tomorrow"

degrofm

I am indifferent to this internet fight. Hi VampragonLord.

Pickle Girl Fanboy

Quote from: "Dome"I will fight alongside you, random internet girl, against Mari, the random internet boy/girl (I dunno which one is)

NO WHITE KNIGHT I WANT CAT FIGHT
HHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mari

  • Modding version: Other/Unknown
As the puppeteer pulls His strings,
The fragile doll spreads Her wings.
To dance a ballet as He directs
That is the Curse of the Marionette.

Controlled by a hand far, far above,
Forbidden to care, forbidden to love.
Forever shall She mime what She cannot know,
Until the day She loses her illusory glow.

Propped up on a stilt where wine once stood,
The Marionette is, once more, only wood.
Her glossy eyes have lost their shine,
Her silken hair, turned to twine.

What a fate awaits the poor little doll,
Who dances and runs but cannot stand at all.
And the puppeteer is applauded at the end of every show,
But the audience's joyous response the doll can never know.

I am but a doll on an endless stage,
Dancing for others whilst I slowly age.
My puppeteer sits far above,
Hiding His face behind a white glove.

And when I have aged to nothing but wood,
I will be tucked away in a closet where a doll once stood.
Then, as I gather dust and the world passes by,
I will be forgotten by the vast, blue sky.


Kagebunji

  • Modding version: Other/Unknown

Pickle Girl Fanboy

Don't you know?  I'm Magitek!  Zodiac is Magitek, Voldemort is Magitek, you are Magitek...  Everyone is Magitek.

Kaijyuu

  • Modding version: PSX

Kagebunji

I asked that Vamo random girl who is she. I know you PGF, your boobies are known throughout the universe.
  • Modding version: Other/Unknown


Archael

agreed

I don't like mari, smells like magitek to me

:\

Mari

Quote from: "Voldemort"agreed

I don't like mari, smells like magitek to me

:\
Quit lying. You don't like me because I don't worship FFT's music.
  • Modding version: Other/Unknown
As the puppeteer pulls His strings,
The fragile doll spreads Her wings.
To dance a ballet as He directs
That is the Curse of the Marionette.

Controlled by a hand far, far above,
Forbidden to care, forbidden to love.
Forever shall She mime what She cannot know,
Until the day She loses her illusory glow.

Propped up on a stilt where wine once stood,
The Marionette is, once more, only wood.
Her glossy eyes have lost their shine,
Her silken hair, turned to twine.

What a fate awaits the poor little doll,
Who dances and runs but cannot stand at all.
And the puppeteer is applauded at the end of every show,
But the audience's joyous response the doll can never know.

I am but a doll on an endless stage,
Dancing for others whilst I slowly age.
My puppeteer sits far above,
Hiding His face behind a white glove.

And when I have aged to nothing but wood,
I will be tucked away in a closet where a doll once stood.
Then, as I gather dust and the world passes by,
I will be forgotten by the vast, blue sky.

Archael

???? I don't like you because your posts are spammy and always useless and do not contribute to any useful section of the site

I couldn't care less about your taste in music

Archael

EDIT: I take that back

I'm thinking of someone else sorry :D

but then... why is vampragonlord declaring war on you? none of this makes sense

I must return to literary thought.

Mari

She's declaring war on me because she thinks I am trying to steal her attention.
Or at least, that's what I'm gathering from her.

I don't get it either, I really don't care too much about attention.
  • Modding version: Other/Unknown
As the puppeteer pulls His strings,
The fragile doll spreads Her wings.
To dance a ballet as He directs
That is the Curse of the Marionette.

Controlled by a hand far, far above,
Forbidden to care, forbidden to love.
Forever shall She mime what She cannot know,
Until the day She loses her illusory glow.

Propped up on a stilt where wine once stood,
The Marionette is, once more, only wood.
Her glossy eyes have lost their shine,
Her silken hair, turned to twine.

What a fate awaits the poor little doll,
Who dances and runs but cannot stand at all.
And the puppeteer is applauded at the end of every show,
But the audience's joyous response the doll can never know.

I am but a doll on an endless stage,
Dancing for others whilst I slowly age.
My puppeteer sits far above,
Hiding His face behind a white glove.

And when I have aged to nothing but wood,
I will be tucked away in a closet where a doll once stood.
Then, as I gather dust and the world passes by,
I will be forgotten by the vast, blue sky.

formerdeathcorps

April 21, 2010, 05:26:39 pm #17 Last Edit: April 21, 2010, 05:28:36 pm by formerdeathcorps
This entire war is a joke.  I haven't see one post by the author of this thread since her declaration.  If I didn't know better, I'd say this is a conspiracy to attract attention.

I don't know why tensions seem higher on FFH now, but everyone just needs to remain calm.
The destruction of the will is the rape of the mind.
The dogmas of every era are nothing but the fantasies of those in power; their dreams are our waking nightmares.

Archael

Quote from: "Mari"I don't get it either, I really don't care too much about attention.
are you a female?

if yes, then your quoted text above is incorrect

if no, then hey how are you? What do u like doin!? :oops:  :oops:

how's that for creeper

 :mrgreen:

Mari

Quote from: "formerdeathcorps"This entire war is a joke.  I haven't see one post by the author of this thread since her declaration.  If I didn't know better, I'd say this was a conspiracy to attract attention.

I don't know why tensions seem higher on FFH now, but everyone just needs to remain calm.
It's because her posts "against" me are in other threads around the forums and in IRC.
Joking or not, I can't seem to figure it out yet.

Quote from: "Voldemort"
Quote from: "Mari"I don't get it either, I really don't care too much about attention.
are you a female?

if yes, then your quoted text above is incorrect

if no, then hey how are you? What do u like doin!? :oops:  :oops:

how's that for creeper

 :mrgreen:
No u! My whole family is boys, so even though I still have some girly left in me, most of it's gone.
Including the caring a whole lot about attentions!

Of course, everyone cares at least a little about attention.
But as someone once said, the life lived unnoticed isn't worth living.
  • Modding version: Other/Unknown
As the puppeteer pulls His strings,
The fragile doll spreads Her wings.
To dance a ballet as He directs
That is the Curse of the Marionette.

Controlled by a hand far, far above,
Forbidden to care, forbidden to love.
Forever shall She mime what She cannot know,
Until the day She loses her illusory glow.

Propped up on a stilt where wine once stood,
The Marionette is, once more, only wood.
Her glossy eyes have lost their shine,
Her silken hair, turned to twine.

What a fate awaits the poor little doll,
Who dances and runs but cannot stand at all.
And the puppeteer is applauded at the end of every show,
But the audience's joyous response the doll can never know.

I am but a doll on an endless stage,
Dancing for others whilst I slowly age.
My puppeteer sits far above,
Hiding His face behind a white glove.

And when I have aged to nothing but wood,
I will be tucked away in a closet where a doll once stood.
Then, as I gather dust and the world passes by,
I will be forgotten by the vast, blue sky.