lastflowers
Banned
why must we fight this way, with lists...with silliness.
Celebrate together the games coming out! Celebrate the coming of our Lord, Sir. Nathan Drake. Outlast the washing of our sins by the Order, and afterwards play some Powerstar Golf with Max. The Shadow of your old Fall has been forgiven, your Warframe's have been forgotten. Our Lords have a Knack for this sort of thing, a way of taking back the Injustice spread throughout this Broken Age. Run from the Battlefield in this War of Warcraft, for your time as a Shovel Knight is over and your duty as an octodad of faith has come. Your sins have been washed away, your Brave Default has Returned like Lighting to take its place.
Since your sins are gone, there is no need to reenact your old Persona by doing a drive by Spartan Assault with your Resogun, but Driveclub down to Rapture and watch that Sunset Overdrive. Fall asleep next to your Lococyle and rest your weary eyes--no nightmarish Crimson Dragons will attack you, for you have been saved, instead dream of Puppeteers, of getting the winning numbers to that Super Motherload of a Lotto, so you have enough money to Don't Starve. It's a Wonderful 101 we live in, but don't X out of it just yet as the Cloudberry Kingdom can wait. You were once a Wolf Among Us, a Dark Sould of the Walking Dead, but now you have come back to us no more as a Witcher, but as a Contrast to these fellow Titans who have Felled, as a woman who acts as a Spark in this Project of Destiny, as a woman who is a shining Halo for the those stuck in the Gears of War, for you are Queen of our Space Program, our Fire Emblem, the Infamous Kong of our Consortium that No Man can topple. You are humanity's Quantum Break.
Celebrate together the games coming out! Celebrate the coming of our Lord, Sir. Nathan Drake. Outlast the washing of our sins by the Order, and afterwards play some Powerstar Golf with Max. The Shadow of your old Fall has been forgiven, your Warframe's have been forgotten. Our Lords have a Knack for this sort of thing, a way of taking back the Injustice spread throughout this Broken Age. Run from the Battlefield in this War of Warcraft, for your time as a Shovel Knight is over and your duty as an octodad of faith has come. Your sins have been washed away, your Brave Default has Returned like Lighting to take its place.
Since your sins are gone, there is no need to reenact your old Persona by doing a drive by Spartan Assault with your Resogun, but Driveclub down to Rapture and watch that Sunset Overdrive. Fall asleep next to your Lococyle and rest your weary eyes--no nightmarish Crimson Dragons will attack you, for you have been saved, instead dream of Puppeteers, of getting the winning numbers to that Super Motherload of a Lotto, so you have enough money to Don't Starve. It's a Wonderful 101 we live in, but don't X out of it just yet as the Cloudberry Kingdom can wait. You were once a Wolf Among Us, a Dark Sould of the Walking Dead, but now you have come back to us no more as a Witcher, but as a Contrast to these fellow Titans who have Felled, as a woman who acts as a Spark in this Project of Destiny, as a woman who is a shining Halo for the those stuck in the Gears of War, for you are Queen of our Space Program, our Fire Emblem, the Infamous Kong of our Consortium that No Man can topple. You are humanity's Quantum Break.