Smap Land

dark stop hitting on people or they'll close the thread >: (

*threatens to smap you*

 

I hit on ppl, regardless what thread it is.

This one is just funnier, cause the word is funny.

 

You hit on people because you're an odd person.

Mind you I'm not too casual either.

 

xD he's not casual
he's reserved

 

Whats that s'pose to mean?

 

wun talking to yew *snaps in a Z*

 

*glares at kurai*

 

LOL
*sticks tongue out at you and puts up hand in an obnoxious fashion*

 

No you just didn't gurl.

*smaps kurai*

Rofllmaool

 

oh yes i did *smaps back*

 

Le gasp.

You smapped me.

*uses double smap on kurai*

 

*fires a spam nuke at you*

IMMA FIRRIN MEH LAZERS
i'm so epic i dun even need to charge

 

Spam nuke, wtf is that?

*fires smap nuke at kurai*

*dons smap mirror armor*

 

*uses russian reversal on it* GM taught me :3

 

*uses American anti reversal*

This is better.

 

How exactly?

 

Right there.

 

you just got smapped

 

Nice.

It's easy to turn things into an invitation, when your mind is as...dirty as mine.

 

I am indeed the most razor sharp intellect ever to bless the ground I walk on with the honor of bearing my footsteps, but sadly, I haven't actually been initiated into the mysteries of the Sacred Order of Ann Landers. They've got some weird uniform that involves pearls and a twinset, and I'm definitely more of a leather and light chainmail person. Anyway, although I will bestow upon you the most demoniacally ingenious advice conceivable, you should nonetheless bear in mind that I'm only an (unbelievably talented) amateur.
Responsibility for acting upon the advice I give you, for better or worse, lies with you. Don't come crying to me if you somehow incorrectly interpret my fantastically clever advice and manage to turn your life into something that looks like a bad high school production of Dante's Inferno, because it'll make me have to try to hide my schoolgirl giggles of delight. And if you make me blow my "fairy tale helpless princess" cover, I'll be forced to do something very unpleasant to you in the dungeons. Probably involving hydrochloric acid, fine needles, and your face. And neither of us wants that, especially me, because the smell is so hard to get out of my hair afterwards.
I reserve the right to edit your sub-literate scribblings for clarity, length, and unspeakable atrocities against King Steve's English.
My words of uncannily oracular wisdom may be abrasive and brutal, but then, you didn't write to the dominatrix of the dumbfounded for sweet-talkin'


also, just permasmap mister darkone

also: my mind is dirtier