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i say "ma'am" and its the proper spelling.

okay, well if i got hit id probably laugh it off if my ear turned purple id freak out a little and calm down and head to a hospital.

rubber ducky. i'd keep it as company XD

ya know, i have no idea...

to look like a duck :3

hm, well i am certainly not a licensed psychologist or psychiatrist but generally that sounds normal to me. santa, all those presents in 1 night. even the flash and superman fail when it comes to the entire world at one. if santa were a super hero he'd be unstoppable.

i dont get what you are asking me

creepypasta marathon? i just finished mine and boy, am i in need of a mental scrubbing and a cuddle

i dunno, poni shud poni poni. maybe make a chicken and potato sammich? toast is good too

certainly

because i said so.

Faceless (everfree horror) ^ new RP theme song. click to listen.

the day is coming to an end as night begins to fall. Vitae sets up his tent and sleeping bag by a small creek that flows north. after his camp is set, he eats a days worth of his provisions and then begins to write in his journal: [colour=#696969]"Day 2: night fall[/colour] [colour=#696969]weather conditions: cold and dry[/colour] [colour=#696969]i have trekked this forest for a whole day and plenty oddities has already been witnessed. first being i have not been attacked by manticores or infected by poison joke. the second, i can swear, something is following me and my path, i can just feel it. third, i found an odd looking black gem that seems to distort reflections in dreadful ways...its, unsettling. along with the gem, i found a note: always watches, no eyes!...on it was a faceless, tall, monstrosity of a stallion. im about a day or two away from the cottage...the sooner i get there the better...i already hate this place. -Vitae"[/colour] Vitae closes his journal and places it in his saddlebags. after he places his saddlebags in his tent he begins to feel a terrible chill and his head feels like its gonna burst. "dear goddes, whats goin on?" he yelled out to the noisy forest which immediately when silent as he held his hooves over his ears and yelled in pain. his chest began to feel sunken as he coughed a storm, and he rolled over onto his side. something was very wrong...something bad was hapenning... [Faceless (everfree horror) by me. click to listen.]

ummmmmm, swiss

not certain, cant say ive ever head such a thing happen to me, and i have no idea what such a phenomenon would be considered or called but ill look into it. OH WAIT, ah found it, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/False_awakening what do i look like? a chef? wait, "never answer a question with a question" - my biology teacher...okay, challenge accepted. i guess if it were me, mayo cuz it makes chicken and potato salad...stuff, and cheese is a go as long as it is shredded, if not, no. just no. a big slic of cheese sounds a bit unfavorable.

take some potatoes and chicken and put em between slices of bread. this sounds very irish...

Vitae continues to walk along the forest, doing well to remain in the better lit areas of the dismal environment. it is now an hour or so past noon, and the heat is overwhelming. "i could really use some shade that wasn't possibly hostile." Vitae said aloud to himself, as he looked about. he turned around as he felt as though he was being watched. nothing...must be his imagination he thought. he sat on a log and looked over the black gem, seeing his reflection twist and distort in the gem's smooth blackness. his reflection looked dark, sinister, and eldritch. he let out a long sigh and placed it back in his saddlebags. he heard some rustling in a nearby bush and quickly snapped into alert. he went to investigate and found a slip of parchment, slightly burnt at the edges. the writing was in faded charcoal: [colour=#ff0000]Always Watches, No Eyes! [/colour]and an illustration of what looked to be a poorly drawn stallion in a black suit and tie. hmm it must not be finished..Vitae thought noticing the grotesque longness of the limbs and missing facial features. he folded the page up and placed it in his journal and continued down his path, slowly, alert.

well thank you kindly. i aint up ta fixin it right now, im not feelin so good.

i have another app that was already accepted where the capitolization and such was not considered a problem ill get to it later

id prefer we stuck ta ponies

the more the merrier mate:)

a few hours pass from early morning to the late morning just before noon. Vitae sits down by fallen hollowed out tree that is large enough to form a tunnel. he enters the tunnel and turns on his flashlight. he continues to go through the tunnel of decaying wood and finds a black gem on the ground. he picks it up, inspects it closely and then places it in his saddlebags. a sudden chill runs down Vitae's spine as he turns to see a shadow dart just out of his vision. Vitae runs out of the tunnel and continues to run towards the middle of the forest. Vitae continues to run until he trips over a log and ends up eating a mouthful of dirt. "OH EWW!" he yells aloud spitting the dirt from inside his mouth onto the forest floor. "man this place is just twisted...gotta find that cottage..." Vitae walks along towards the center of the forest once more, keeping a sharp eye out for anything suspicious.