<p>My uncle is your mayor.</p>
<p>Now, do you know who left the flaming sack of dog feces on his front doorstep a couple years ago?</p>
<p>Wow, after doing a random search of my own name, here i come across this. </p>
<p>Tagran, you fool, it was I! Challenge me to a duel of the life and death kind.</p>
<p>…you guys are hilarious :p</p>
<p>proceed to choose your weapons</p>
<p>The replyables! I like this…</p>
<p>I choose my star studded battle ship–
the RADIANT SILVERGUN<–capatilized for emphasis</p>
<p>Yes Tagran, choose wisely, because the fate of your uncle’s doorstep and the conglomeration of feces that haunts his memories is dependent on your hands. Defeat me, and release your uncle from this trauma! Or perish into a series of disjointed memories!</p>
<p>::Cool pose::</p>
<p>right…i think i’ll just cower or something.</p>
<p>You ruin all the fun in things. </p>
<p>Lamer.</p>
<p>huh???</p>
<p>lol!! <em>ten characters</em></p>
<p>yeah taht was going to be real fun…maybe we could have drawn pictures of rocket ships in ascii YEEEAAAHHH</p>
<p>what did that mean?</p>
<p>YOU GUYS ARE ALL FOOLS!. Wasting my time and such. </p>
<p>FOOLLL!!!1
FOOOLLLL!!!</p>