Nothing, you tell yourself. Nothing, will stop you and stand on your way between you and bussiness. not even a giant tentacle with some orange sticky juice. Because your name is
Thread Vouch. The honorable knight of Bussiness. you tell yourself shortly before you reach your destination.
you literally spot a hellhole. a humongous one that is, so smelly and stuffy and mossy and deep that you couldnt imagine how. and.
with a nasty spit, you assert your entry. you stop for a moment to let your eyes get used to the perpetual darkness being the only possible host of this place. yet you know there is one more. somewhere deep, deep that anus-like hole, lies the breeding and resting ground of the Maksi666mancer, hated by all elves and imps alike, traders and scammers, far and wide. you come with an intent of settling a long lasting bussiness dispute between the two of you. it wont come easy though. you pause for a brief moment. time passes increadibly slow. you feel as if you have treaded this path before, yet you quickly manage to convince yourself that , that it simply is not true. more and more thoughts emerge. you think to yourself that it indeed was a big mistake coming here. as this ominous,smelly and feverish mirage of thought keeps growing on you, you muster your honor and resolve.
you dissipate the spell , probably placed here to confuse small , smooth , slick, and young girls, and later lure them to the impregnation chamber. you think to yourself. so young that you could even imagine and feel the roundness and . . .
after doing a quick balls check, you look around. first thing that catches your eye are the endless rows and rows of signs. apparently placed there as testimony of those he have ever come into contact with this faul creature. you make out only just a few of them.
noob
'we dont want that shit here '
AVOID
'did you sell those accounts you got us to someone else ? '
get cancer!!!
you unsheath your sword. in utter shock and disbelief - relentless- you press onwards, ready to persue the path waiting ahead , in hopes of finding something , just anything, that might cast a tiny ray of light , into this immense, deep, stuffy, moisty and dark hellhole. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
as thoughts keep piling on top of each other, and time seemingly comes to a halt,
you think to yourself, yet at this point, you dont seem to care, why this tentacle is shooting you - Thread Vouch- up . . .
Thread Vouch. The honorable knight of Bussiness. you tell yourself shortly before you reach your destination.
you literally spot a hellhole. a humongous one that is, so smelly and stuffy and mossy and deep that you couldnt imagine how. and.
with a nasty spit, you assert your entry. you stop for a moment to let your eyes get used to the perpetual darkness being the only possible host of this place. yet you know there is one more. somewhere deep, deep that anus-like hole, lies the breeding and resting ground of the Maksi666mancer, hated by all elves and imps alike, traders and scammers, far and wide. you come with an intent of settling a long lasting bussiness dispute between the two of you. it wont come easy though. you pause for a brief moment. time passes increadibly slow. you feel as if you have treaded this path before, yet you quickly manage to convince yourself that , that it simply is not true. more and more thoughts emerge. you think to yourself that it indeed was a big mistake coming here. as this ominous,smelly and feverish mirage of thought keeps growing on you, you muster your honor and resolve.
you dissipate the spell , probably placed here to confuse small , smooth , slick, and young girls, and later lure them to the impregnation chamber. you think to yourself. so young that you could even imagine and feel the roundness and . . .
after doing a quick balls check, you look around. first thing that catches your eye are the endless rows and rows of signs. apparently placed there as testimony of those he have ever come into contact with this faul creature. you make out only just a few of them.
noob
'we dont want that shit here '
AVOID
'did you sell those accounts you got us to someone else ? '
get cancer!!!
you unsheath your sword. in utter shock and disbelief - relentless- you press onwards, ready to persue the path waiting ahead , in hopes of finding something , just anything, that might cast a tiny ray of light , into this immense, deep, stuffy, moisty and dark hellhole. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
as thoughts keep piling on top of each other, and time seemingly comes to a halt,
you think to yourself, yet at this point, you dont seem to care, why this tentacle is shooting you - Thread Vouch- up . . .
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