vanatron
Each level increases in difficulty. There are three, all of which will test your strength, stamina and attitude towards fear. Good luck, be safe, and return home for supper.
Die Weisse Band. T'is a German movie. Very strange. There's a bird in it called Peepsie. Oh, how I love the Germans.
Loud. It echoes, crashes and stimulates my senses. It can't hurt me. I like to listen to it through the open window of my bedroom at three o' clock in the morning.
It struck - illuminated against the sheets of rain, barely a flicker, barely a wisp.
The thought makes me ill. What the world has come to. His picture in the paper seemed so normal - handsome, even. What an unlucky gift to be given to such a sick man: a seeming trustworthiness. My heart goes out to you, Norway.
My favourite colour. I'm not partial to its name; purple, indigo, violet, whatever. The final colour of the rainbow. My watch is purple.
Sawa held the trophy high over her head as cascades of golden confetti rained down upon her team. What an absolute triumph.
'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.' Frankly, it's true. I sure as Hell don't care about whatever nonsense idiotic people might call me. I just stick with my friends - the ones who love me.
They're gross. I'm sorry, but I think it's a really, truly despicable habit that should be stopped at all costs. Why would anyone put themselves through the many hardships? I just don't get it; there's really no excuse.
Oh, fuck etiquette. Who needs to be civilized? Sure, if it's a situation where one has to be polite to get a job or an important friend, by all means do what you have to do. But in the comfort of your own home? Give me a break.
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