ENMaker Posted May 1, 2017 Report Share Posted May 1, 2017 It was a blustery winter's eve. Swag sat in his swagmobile, feeling grim but enjoying life. For you see, he was not trying to fight, ight? He simply sought to sit there in his vehicle dueling, teaching fools who needed it a schooling, before they started drooling and he no longer could! However, in a sense you shouldn't take offence of this, because Swag himself by his own admission too once needed schooling in the way of dueling. In this spirit, it is advisable that you calm down and get your game on, with life points set to 8000 you should round up your cards and get on guard because this world is dog eat dog in nature. But hey! Perhaps it would be advisable for you to pray he doesn't summon that dragon, bearing in mind that if he were to do so your ass would doubtless be left dragging behind streamline and before you knew it, BOOM, the duel would be over, and you as a free loafer would regret being such a poser. Swag, though, was filled with rage as he wrote these lycris upon this page! Oh well, he thought to himself, I could tell he never liked me so it would be in his best interests to BITE ME!! Emotions boiled over and soon Swag was thinking about funking that jabroni as he was nothing but a witch who made him feel like this by taking his heart and tearing apart. He was growing yet more pissed, wishing he never would have met him and vowing to bet every single thing, guessing that maybe he should have pulled that ring after all, and just let the bomb explode. In the end, all Swag really wanted was to know why? Why did he feel all this rage? He wanted someone to lock him in a cage but nobody did, and as a result he was left free to go kick down that door, furiously exiting the swagmobile and heading stright for his core. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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