Liar liar...
Liar liar...
The riffraff
I never trust a drink that comes from a big metal box.
Unfortunately, Eris was denied, as the soul she offered belonged to an angel who was only "somewhat naughty"
-:[HAPPINESS DISTRIBUTED AT 1700 MILES PER HOUR :) ]:-
His numerous enemies were left to stab their blades into his cold grave
I remember the Radiance fondly, but that's only because I'm currently dragging my face through the gold-plated cactus field that is Godhome
In this world, only the big men survive. Evidence pictured
There are no big men here.
Impressive perspective work on the shirt
No wonder Isaac's always crying when his fanbase puts him through stuff like this
Get holly
get jolly
get run over by a trolley
Living-Dead Migraine
Joined on 11/19/20