How fucking sad is it that I'm so used to being poked, prodded, and otherwise screwed with, that being bored feels uneasy and kinda scary? Fuck my life.
It's kinda upettin' how easy it is to get into a life here and start forgettin' how much you need to get back home. I got a great couple a kids here I'm takin' care of, and this man I'm deeply in love with. I can see this being a great kinda life.
But I got a sister back home, and a destiny. Two worlds need me to protect them. I just... I don't know how to handle it.
I am looking for a new challenge since I feel I have mastered combat with sword and various weapons. I need to become more skilled and adept in combat without my weapons. Would anyone be up for training me in hand to hand combat?
Sandor? What about you? I know you won't hold back.
What in Merlin's name is this device and why am I here? The people at the so called Welcome Centre told me to type on here and introduce myself. I'm Draco Malfoy if that means anything which it should hopefully do so.
... Yeah I don't have another line for that. It's my birthday today. 17. ... Bit weird, not bein' in Tadfield. But I can still celebrate. Somehow. Not sure what I want to do yet.
I've been thinkin' a lot lately 'bout everything. About the secrets I'm supposed to keep. About how horrible I am at lyin'. About how much weird shit is in this place. People here ain't even heard of Keppler, West Virginia, so nothing I say can effect anything back home.
I feel like making somethin'. But I have no idea what. I'm thinking maybe combining parts of a flamethrower with parts of a Terran rifle to make something that fires flaming bullets....
So, uh, Aubrey, you should talk to my, uh, my... my uh, friend. Yeah. He can help you out some with your, uh. You know. Magic tricks. I think he's got some, uh, card tricks and stuff you haven't seen.
Now that construction (and the renovations I requested) are complete, and the Galadorian natives that wish to relocate have, The Doom Republic is now opening it's gates to anyone who wishes to live under my rule and boundless protection.
The glory and the splendor that I turned Latveria into will now flourish on Galador.
Sooooo....I met a talking dog today, which would normally be awesome, but said talking dog also told me that I should get to safety because this place is under attack by horror movie stuff.
Where the heck did I end up that was crazier than home?
Okay so being chased and almost killed by a guy with knives as hands, not fucking cool. But I have to ask, how can he jackoff with those hands? Or is his dick just mangled or non existent?