01-15-2011, 11:24 PM
First, let me introduce myself. I am a scribe, the best scribe in all the land. So good, that all the other scribes go "Damn, that's a good scribe." In fact, I've had girls come up to me and ask me to scribe their privates (But I can't do that, because they are usually illegal and my signature and renown is authority enough to allow them to become full citizens of my country). But this story isn't about me (although if it was it would be much better). This story...is about my roommate. My roommate...Roomann.
Roomann is an enigma. He is shrouded in mystery and intrigue, a character known by few, and cared about by even fewer. He takes dives when nobody in their right mind will, fights back when everybody else knows better, and he rages, god he rages like a magnificent phoenix, coming back after getting shot down again and again (and again). His seething anger spreads like a Minecraft forest fire, and his wisdom is deeper than the gaping hole where Eltrut's (the twelve ten year old perpetual virgin antagonist of this story) manhood should be. Existing in two worlds, that of the physical and digital, he struggles persistently against trolls and anyone else he disagrees with, against overwhelming odds with his motley makeshift rag tag fight-along gang and his PhD in "Fuck you," he is a figure we can all stand behind, that we can all believe in. He is, in lamest terms, my a hero. Welcome to the wit festival bitches.
PS: If that's not enough reason to read along, the dives he takes involve girls and strap-ons, his motley makeshift rag tag fight-along gang consists of me and an Asian named "Gee" (and we both know Karate, although for Gee this should be a given). Also, his PhD...is REAL.
Note: This is supposed to suck. In case you were wondering. I also stopped caring halfway through. I don't even know if I'll update this thread.
Roomann is an enigma. He is shrouded in mystery and intrigue, a character known by few, and cared about by even fewer. He takes dives when nobody in their right mind will, fights back when everybody else knows better, and he rages, god he rages like a magnificent phoenix, coming back after getting shot down again and again (and again). His seething anger spreads like a Minecraft forest fire, and his wisdom is deeper than the gaping hole where Eltrut's (the twelve ten year old perpetual virgin antagonist of this story) manhood should be. Existing in two worlds, that of the physical and digital, he struggles persistently against trolls and anyone else he disagrees with, against overwhelming odds with his motley makeshift rag tag fight-along gang and his PhD in "Fuck you," he is a figure we can all stand behind, that we can all believe in. He is, in lamest terms, my a hero. Welcome to the wit festival bitches.
PS: If that's not enough reason to read along, the dives he takes involve girls and strap-ons, his motley makeshift rag tag fight-along gang consists of me and an Asian named "Gee" (and we both know Karate, although for Gee this should be a given). Also, his PhD...is REAL.
Note: This is supposed to suck. In case you were wondering. I also stopped caring halfway through. I don't even know if I'll update this thread.
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