The thing about having an alias is that you can plug in more than one nom de plume into various ridiculous trait generators to find out how schitzophrenic you actually are.
So while I can easily play this guy:
And in a pinch I could:
But in actuality you'd get this if you met me:
Either way, it seems, your ass is mine. Just sayin'.
Via the hype.
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Stalking across the tundra, swinging a thorned whip, cometh Brian! And he gives a cruel howl:
"Vengeance and goo flow from my veins! I hereby void your warranty, and send you back to God!"
Cruel howl. I dig it.
Yea, verily: Who is that, running along the icy wasteland! It is Patrick, hands clutching a studded crowbar! He howls apocalyptically:
"You in some shit now, muhfuh! I shall paint the town a sanguine shade of doom!!"
Except I'm not a bottom, so my ass is NEVER yours. ;-)
Yea, verily I didn't like what it came up with. I would never in a gazillion years use the term "mufuh."
My ass is yours only after diner, charming conversation and a shared bottle of wine.
Prowling on the wasteland, attacking with a burning branch, cometh Michael! And he gives a mighty howl:
"I'm seriously going to fuck you into a new dimension of pain!"
--or--
Rampaging across the terrain, cutting down all who dare stand in the way using gilded boxing gloves, cometh Mike! And he gives a gutteral bellow:
"I'm going to hump you until you smell like barbeque, then make toast!!!"
I've been on an agressive streak, but this is ridiculous!
My ass is yours? What?
Sweet talker.
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