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| "I officially declare you ARCH ENEMIES..." -Neoform | ||||||||||||||||||||
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Well well well, it seems my arch enemy has decided to take his status seriously. I pity him, really, there is no way he can match my superior intelligence... My name? Unimportant. You can call me Red, Rubes, Robyn, whatever. The thing to remember is, I am of God status. This is not blasphemy. This is the truth. Unfortunately there are those out there who dare challenge me. Who, you may ask? I will explain all of this in due time, how it started, where it is going, and why some idiot would DARE challenge ME, THE GREAT ONE.... I know you thirst for answers, my friends, and I will bring you all the truth, or at least my version of it. Patience, patience, and soon your hunger will be abated. | |||||||||||||||||||
| "I want his testicles to FRY!!!" -Matt, of his "Co-operative", Ian | ||||||||||||||||||||
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Let us start with my first opponent. His name is Matt, though he likes to call himself God of Ass. This is a fitting name, except for the God part, seeing as he looks like an ass, and his odour is rather rank. He, friends, is my ARCH ENEMY. What started off as a possible friendship turned sour when he became insanely jealous (that's how you spell it, boys) of myself. That is the only explanation. Now, Matt is gay, in fact, his gay lover is none other than Neoform, aka Ian. They met several years back at a stip club (Matt was a janitor, Ian was in one of the shows, dressed as a tiger, complete with body paint). Their relationship is rather shaky at best. | |||||||||||||||||||
| "Stupid grass. I'm gonna pour some acid on it so it stops growing." -- Nature-hater Ian | ||||||||||||||||||||
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Now we shall examin the second contender, and soon victim of my wrath. His name is Ian, though he likes to be called Neoform (though it should be Neolithic). Poor Ian is guilty of one thing only: loving too strongly. He is very effeminate, and easily swayed by his lover's harsh words. When Matt went up against myself, Ian was forced to follow, at the risk of being beaten emotionally and probably physically by Evil Matt. Matt abused Ian's computer skills, using him solely to make their webpage, which contains a tragic tale of death and hatred and jealousy. Their link is listed, please visit it. * SASS, Secret Association of Student Spies, is an organization I belong to. Whilst I spend my time on Earth I find it imperative to blend in under the guise of a "student". The only thing that shows my godliness is the red hair they are so jealous of, and my intelligence. And spelling skills. | |||||||||||||||||||
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