Hello, I guess.
I'm Claude and I am being forced by Alesana to write in this blog.
I see that Malik has got his introduction out of the way, along with Alesana, well seeing as you can tell that Malik is a dick-head in person and Alesana is too friendly, I'm sort of a balance between those two, I guess. Also, I'm Malik's best buddy, although he'll never admit it.
I guess, I'm the muscle of the group, I'm always the one to be in the front lines, out of all four of us, I have more experience in taking other people's lives. Hold it against me, or not, I don't really care, I'm doing what I can to survive and enjoy life.
I think that's it.
Well, since you're the most experienced at killing, I should ask you all to stay out of Cheshire and Merseyside, and the West Midlands, up to and including Birmingham. Otherwise I'll put my AK so far up your ass you'll cough bullets and shit casing.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, hi Claude!!! You have a nice name. I'm Sanna, I'm 17, and I'm learning how to use a sniper rifle. I don't have much muscle, whatever could have gone into muscle actually went into stupidity.
Threat noted.
DeleteHi Sanna, shit, Sniper Rifle's the shit, hope we had one. Well, I'm not Schwarzenegger myself, so don't think I'm all THAT muscly.
Not threat. Fact.
DeleteYou're not Schwarzenegger? Good. I wouldn't talk to Schwarzenegger. Because his voice makes me laugh so much. Then again, maybe you can make me laugh too, hit me with your best joke.
A drunk dude wanders into the airport and comes up to the check up booth.
DeleteThe woman behind the booth hands him a form and asks him to fill it up.
So he writes his name, last name, age, etc... Up until the point when he gets to the part which says "Sex"
So he writes in it "Once a week"
When he handed her the form, she red through it, looked at him and asked sighing "Male, or Female?"
He looked at her and said "I don't really care."
I laughed :3 Ok, I have one.
DeleteA singer walks into a theatre to apply do a performance. The receptionist says, "Are you a hypnotist? If so, you aren't welcome here."
The singer asks, "Why don't you have hypnotists?"
The receptionist says, "We had one here last week. He got twenty people to stand on stage with their pants down. It was going great until he tripped over the microphone."
"Why?"
"He shouted 'shit!' and we've been cleaning it up ever since."
If proxying is how you intend to survive, I can only applaud that you have made peace with yourself. You must have a vivid imagination to believe that the sun is shining in your direction.
ReplyDeleteIt sure as hell isn't, it's also ain't shining in your direction, your in as much shit as any of us. Difference between you and me, at least I spend my time doing what I want,which is: hanging with friends; enjoying the luxury of living in a house, experiencing good food, play games, watching TV and driving on my Harley. The Proxy life helps me maintain all that, certainly better than running around the streets, being homeless and being hunted down by several people.
DeleteSo yeah, for the time being, it is shining in my direction.
'course, all that isn't secure. Slendy can end it all in a second, and then you're just another runner, if you're lucky.
DeleteYup, but for now I got what I want and I'm enjoying it to the fullest I can.
DeleteBesides I doubt Slendy will come along and fuck everything up anytime soon, I mean have you seen him lately? I also think he has much more bigger fish to fry.
I never said the sun shone in the direction of runners. On the contrary - I recently dug up my proxy friend Kyrylo. You do not even want to know how he treats runners.
DeleteGood thing I have nothing else going if you dug that arse up.
DeleteYes, I dug him up. Is there a problem?
DeleteIf there is, I do not recommend you attack us. We shoot first.
That's OK. You also melt like everyone else
DeleteDoes anyone speak teenager language? Why is this little boy angry with me?
DeleteMight be all the raping.
DeleteAnd melting isn't 'teenager language'. When you, for example, douse someone in petrol and set them alight, they don't burn like a book or a piece of wood. Instead, the fat in your system melts, and that molten fat burns, like tallow. Drips through muscle and sears it, usually results in your body going into shock. If that doesn't kill you, lack of bloodflow (Blood has a similar boiling point to water) might, or organ failure. To be honest, it's best to die, rather than live with the injuries from a properly organised burning.
'course, Kyrylo would probably survive that. But you don't have a shard, do you?
You speak as if I've never set a person on fire before. I assure you I am familiar with the process.
DeleteStop making threats. You are making Kyrylo laugh. This hurts my ears and grows very annoying.
That's not a threat. That's the broad outline of a plan. Trust me, you'll find the details a delightful surprise .-)
Deleteyou fucking what vladik
DeleteI literally just fucking threw up
shit
Think of it as a learning experience. How to properly dispose of a corpse (don't limit yourself to burying all the ashes in the same place, for starters)
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