My wings are a hurricane, and my breath death.

The number of times I lost my streak to a random crit...*breathing intensifies* I'm okay. I'm not still bitter. So what if it was 12 years ago. I said I'm not bitter! Don't make it weird!

Tonight on Local News, man working at a local game store snaps and shoves gaming disks up a customer's ass.

There's 8 thank you very much.

I would like to invoke my Fifth Amendment rights. But legally, I can say stop labeling your shit. You don’t make art to improve. You make it to send a message. If you don't like the messeng, find a new one. Just don’t shoot the messenger. The poor guy is just trying to get by. And it's rude.

Okay, like, there’s this dragon, right? And then some stuff happens that I'm not gonna tell you about. And that causes this othet stuff to happen, but we won't get into that stuff. Then [redacted] happens, and then that's when the story starts.

Yay, it’s done! Thanks again for posting this!

I should point out that I changed my name since writing this, but the series lives on!