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Post by Sp❣rit on Nov 23, 2011 9:44:32 GMT -5
hue ::UNOWNS:: ::PIKACHUF:: ::Unownt:: that don't work. k. Cap locks are a no-no. ::shelloswest::
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Post by Sp❣rit on Jan 13, 2012 12:29:53 GMT -5
LALALA IGNORE ME TESTING THINGS LALALA I THOUGHT THIS WAS CUTE LALALA ----------- [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/bg.gif);][STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;] [/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;] [/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;] SAVE YOUR HEART[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]FOR SOMEONE THAT LEAVES YOU BREATHLESS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;] She's gone, Out of my life. I was wrong, I'm to blame, I was so untrue. I can't live without her love. In my life There's just an empty space. All my dreams are lost, I'm wasting away. Forgive me, girl. [Chorus] Lady, won't you save me? My heart belongs to you. Lady, can you forgive me? For all I've done to you. Lady, oh, lady. She's gone, Out of my life. Oh, she's gone. I find it so hard to go on. I really miss that girl, my love. Come back into my arms. I'm so alone, I'm begging you, I'm down on my knees. Forgive me, girl. [Chorus x 2] Lady, oh, lady. My heart belongs to you. Lady, can you forgive me? For all I've done to you. ::AGGRON:: LEVEL BEAST - BIG PENIS WONDER BONE HYPER BEAM - BOOM BLASTER - DWI BRO AMAZING - AWESOME - FABULOUS - HEARTLESS "Grr I'm a bear! A very big bear!"
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Post by Sp❣rit on Feb 26, 2012 12:35:36 GMT -5
::unowna:: Press preview post don't let it touch the code
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Post by FOTLY on Mar 9, 2012 21:09:32 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][classy=description]once upon a time there lived a king, in a kingdom full of cherries and gumdrop fairies. he didn't know how to rule very well, and was killed one day in a fatal accident. his son took up the throne and before he knew it, he was doing a rather swell job at it. once upon a time there lived a king, in a kingdom full of cherries and gumdrop fairies. he didn't know how to rule very well, and was killed one day in a fatal accident. his son took up the throne and before he knew it, he was doing a rather swell job at it. once upon a time there lived a king, in a kingdom full of cherries and gumdrop fairies. he didn't know how to rule very well, and was killed one day in a fatal accident. his son took up the throne and before he knew it, he was doing a rather swell job at it. once upon a time there lived a king, in a kingdom full of cherries and gumdrop fairies. he didn't know how to rule very well, and was killed one day in a fatal accident. his son took up the throne and before he knew it, he was doing a rather swell job at it.[/classy] [classy=trollinindadeep]once upon a time there lived a king, in a kingdom full of cherries and gumdrop fairies. he didn't know how to rule very well, and was killed one day in a fatal accident. his son took up the throne and before he knew it, he was doing a rather swell job at it. once upon a time there lived a king, in a kingdom full of cherries and gumdrop fairies. he didn't know how to rule very well, and was killed one day in a fatal accident. his son took up the throne and before he knew it, he was doing a rather swell job at it. once upon a time there lived a king, in a kingdom full of cherries and gumdrop fairies. he didn't know how to rule very well, and was killed one day in a fatal accident. his son took up the throne and before he knew it, he was doing a rather swell job at it.[/classy] |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 9, 2012 21:28:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][classy=description] ::PIKACHU:: Pika pika [/classy] [classy=trollinindadeep] ::RAICHU:: Rai rai![/classy] |
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 11, 2012 0:36:56 GMT -5
-------- WILD RATTATA APPEARED !
So there was this really old man chilling at the entrance to Route 1, right? He was sitting there and smoking this big ol' pipe, looking old and crusty with his beard slowly growing like blades of grass on his face. He looked like this pretty chill guy, despite the terrible scent that came off of his tattered overalls that saw nothing but work and sunshine. One could easily tell at a glance that he didn't use that kind of outfit for a night out on the town, so to a guy like him, today was a day to have fun and be casual. He walked right on by the trainer, leaving them to take in his terrible aroma without bothering to say 'Salutations' to the youngin'. He had better things to do, now that he did.
There was an odd Rattata following the old man, as if she was concerned about something. Her nose twitched and her whiskers picked up on the presence of another. She didn't seem all that interested in the younger trainer, but instead she was persistent in following the old man. If anyone ever asked what she was doing, she would only give them this creepy look with a drugged out voice towards them. <He's gonna die soon. He's gonna go. Have to follow him, that I do.> She hardly seemed like she had any bad intentions, instead continuing on her way after the poor old man.
She hardly had a purpose and she had no place to go, but she knew that old man and he was her only home. She walked after him without many desires to see life without him, only knowing him for his kindness, perseverance and passionate fires. She didn't care much for the trainer that happened to walk on by, but she knew that not much could distract her from the old man's distant look up into the sky.
::Rattata:: Level 30 - Female Guts - Run Away Super Fang||Pursuit||Crunch||Sucker Punch Hyper Fang||Tail Whip||Focus Energy||Quick Attack Fortune Teller - Speaks in riddles - Depressing Cautious in the extreme, its hardy vitality lets it live in any kind of environment.
[/center][/blockquote] ⋆ GOSSIP: Making this test post made me sad. :C ⋆ MUSIC: MY LAPTOP HAS A LOUD FAN. BZZZZZT. ⋆ STAFF NOTES: Huehue don't forget to brush your teeth. [/blockquote]
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 11, 2012 1:39:30 GMT -5
Seamus O'Toole -------------------
Seamus and Neon decided to ride a motorcycle all through Cheyenne like vroom vroom vroom. He wasn't entirely sure where this sudden muse to ride a motorin' vehicle all through the abandoned roads of the city, but it hit him like a sack of potatoes onto his Irish head. Perhaps he was in search of a place that grew potatoes and he had to satisfy his intense craving for spuds. His fast and roaring machine carried him ahead as the wind whipped his long black hair against his neck, giving him multiple lashes that made him wince as he sped off. His helmet stopped his hair from whipping around as wildly as it could have been, but it still remained as a minor annoyance. Neon held tightly onto her master's backside with three mini helmets on each of her heads, buzzing with amusement at the wicked speeds they were going at.
She didn't have arms or legs, but she made sure that her magnets were locked around her trainer's waist as tightly as possible. The motorcycle's seat had a bit of a funky chair for her to sit in, in case she did lose her grip and fall off, a raised back side would keep her in place long enough to make sure she could get a better grip on his back. <Zooom! Zoooooom!> She squealed, enjoying the ride as dust clouds coughed out of the machine's exhaust pipe and left a trail behind them. It was all such a new experience for her it made her systems go haywire in an attempt to understand what was going on. The speeds they were going at bewildered her, feeling excited at the new information processing inside of her mechanical sensory system.
"Not bad." Seamus grinned, agreeing with her incoherent chirping as they continued to speed off into the sunset. The area around Route 5 was rather gorgeous around this time of year, and the cool breeze of the motorcycle was appreciated. It was a shame that he never would actually do this in real life, since it was highly likely that he would be cowering in the backseat instead of being up front like a man. Oh well, better luck next time.
MISSION: ATTRACT LADIES STATUS: FAILED
Neon Level 40|Female Magnet Pull|Sturdy Metal Sound|Explosion|Thunderbolt|Supersonic Magnet Bomb|Thunderwave|Light Screen|Lock-On Robotic - Feminine - Inquisitive - Quirky
❏ GOSSIP: STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING. This also looks really boring without any images. HRRRRM. HRRRM. ❏ MUSIC: MY, WHAT A LOVELY FAN.
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Post by Sp❣rit on Mar 13, 2012 14:27:41 GMT -5
Seamus and Neon decided to ride a motorcycle all through Cheyenne like vroom vroom vroom. He wasn't entirely sure where this sudden muse to ride a motorin' vehicle all through the abandoned roads of the city, but it hit him like a sack of potatoes onto his Irish head. Perhaps he was in search of a place that grew potatoes and he had to satisfy his intense craving for spuds. His fast and roaring machine carried him ahead as the wind whipped his long black hair against his neck, giving him multiple lashes that made him wince as he sped off. His helmet stopped his hair from whipping around as wildly as it could have been, but it still remained as a minor annoyance. Neon held tightly onto her master's backside with three mini helmets on each of her heads, buzzing with amusement at the wicked speeds they were going at.
She didn't have arms or legs, but she made sure that her magnets were locked around her trainer's waist as tightly as possible. The motorcycle's seat had a bit of a funky chair for her to sit in, in case she did lose her grip and fall off, a raised back side would keep her in place long enough to make sure she could get a better grip on his back. <Zooom! Zoooooom!> She squealed, enjoying the ride as dust clouds coughed out of the machine's exhaust pipe and left a trail behind them. It was all such a new experience for her it made her systems go haywire in an attempt to understand what was going on. The speeds they were going at bewildered her, feeling excited at the new information processing inside of her mechanical sensory system.
"Not bad." Seamus grinned, agreeing with her incoherent chirping as they continued to speed off into the sunset. The area around Route 5 was rather gorgeous around this time of year, and the cool breeze of the motorcycle was appreciated. It was a shame that he never would actually do this in real life, since it was highly likely that he would be cowering in the backseat instead of being up front like a man. Oh well, better luck next time.
::magneton:: Neon Level 40|Female Magnet Pull|Sturdy Metal Sound|Explosion|Thunderbolt|Supersonic Magnet Bomb|Thunderwave|Light Screen|Lock-On Robotic - Feminine - Inquisitive - Quirky
❣ NOTES: I really wish I could include a picture of Seamus. QQ ❣ MUSIC: Carnival - The Cardigans
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