Saeyia

Furian\'s Furry Warrior Toes and His Rainbow Socks of Destiny

Modern Warfare is amazing... I have to fight my boyfriend over time in order to play Sacred. We tried AC2 out from gamefly and ended up returning it the same day. Just wasn't at all what we expected, the voice acting is .. meh.... just over all meh. Modern Warfare is anti-meh. It's meh-YOW!

errmm.... I am confuddled.... *eats pear*

Adam? what fruit?! Are you threatening my pears?! I'll warn you, Geoff guards them lacksidasically! He'll ... probably chase after butterflies to eat if you... try .... ugh.. fine.. take the pears.

HE SAID: "I'm just going to shoot a few photographs of dragons for my 'Warrior's Photographic Photography of War and Warrior-like War things." SHE SAYS: But I know the real scoop.... (And like the fates and other wizend, wisely people with mysterious knowledge of arcane tomes and knowledgy things always say, 'Pics or it didn't happen.') boogers Once apon a time.... In a land far, far, far away.... Back at the farm.... boogers, snot, poppycock and limey citrus sodas... There was a warrior of furiousness named Furian the Furry Fury Warrior. This warrior was always angry. Why was he angry? Because every night there came a sound into his bedroom, across the room, under the floor, rap rap rap rap rappin, and it would wake him up. Then he would frown, becuase he was having a wonderful dream! A dreamer's dream of dreamilizing things. But mostly, because in his dreams he could return to a time without fury furry furious and furilinian war-like warriors but filled with magical toes and his favorite set of socks. Yes, Furian loved his rainbow toe-socks. And when this sound woke him up from his dream of the rainbow toe-socks of destiny (that he no longer had because they had unraveled after a year or so of continuous unwashed use.) he would be reminded of his sockless world. A single furious warrior tear would run down his cheek. One day earwax. He decided to find the source of this sound and make it knit him some NEW toe socks - neon green ones. This is a picture of Furious Furian the Warrior-like Warrior Face of Fury - naked without his toe-socks: So he went around the world looking for the sound of the rap, rap, rap, rappin. He said to himself, "it is louder here in the desert!" So he mosied over to a large dragon sitting in the sand. "Dragon! Are you making that rap, rap, rapin' noise?" said Furian the furry fury warrior. "What rap, rap, rap, rappin noise?" said the Dragon. And Furian tried to explain the noise but he couldn't because he was an undead warrior and sometimes his dead-like deadly jaw of dead teeth on his zombie head wouldn't work properly. So the Dragon laid down and put his ear to the ground to listen. "That sounds like it's coming from the swamp!" Here is a picture of the Desert Dragon and his dragon scales and ears listening to the nosehair. So Furian the undead fury furry warrior-like warrior went to the swamp and everything that happened in the desert happened again in the swamp. And then some other stuff happened too, but it wasn't very interesting stuff. But Furian visited several dragons and made them listen to the ground and here are pictures: But Furian the furiously warriored warrior of the non-toesocks couldn't find the noise. Just then a Bee came! And Furian discovered that all along the noise was coming from his creaky knee. It was going to snow soon. So Furian went to Griffinborough and bought some neon green wool and knitted himself some toesocks. FIN Story Told by: Stupid tall fire lady Typed by: Smart funny nice looking funny demon that stupid tall fire lady call Geoff. - Dedicated to Furian the Fury Warrior-like Warrior and his neon green toe-socks.

Evilness Merciless, one at a time! Antitrust - jump up and down on one foot, turn in a circle, scrap all the glittery-tormented people around you (or *cough* I mean your "friend" should scrap all the tormented and tormentable tomenters around him) and go write some poetry about bunnies. Then have a banana and peanut butter sandwich (OF EVIL) before praying to the dark glitter god of all glitterness and evil for vengence. After which I would play hours and hours of sacred. chOreos - No. Logolagarto la gato garto goopy gapenhagen - Why do you always have to edit? You are a member of all mankind. Maybe in order to understand why you edit we need to understand mankind - so let's have a look at that word itself, "mankind." Basically, it's made up of two separate words "mank" and "ind." What do these words mean? It's a mystery and so is why you have to always edit your posts.

All hail lipstich, ipswitch and lillypad.... welcome, enjoy, and be ..... sacredededed...ed..

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou "I've never seen so many electric jellyfish in all my life! " and Coraline

The universe is in my pocket.

I think I'm going to start calling you chOreos. Well chOreos - we can't fly high because we can't fly and we can't fly because we traded our wings to the birds for the art of making cookies. We've been baking ever since.

Hrm... yes... you come seeking an answer to one of the greatest mysterious of mysterious myst and mystoferousness. The Chicken or the Egg. We all know that it was the egg - because before the chicken was a lizard. He was a lizardly lizard, with lizzie scales and a long greenish lizard mouth of lizard teeth. One day he was walking through the forested forest and came across a stick. Resting like a lazy insect on this stick was a ... well... a lazy insect. The lizard was happy and his lizard belly rumbled with glee at the thought of eating a lazy insect. (You see, lazy insects were his favorite.) He crawled up on the stick and gobbled up the lazy insect! Just then, a giant herb-eating lizard, (a lot like our lizard but ten times the size) came waltzing up. This large waltzing lizard loved to dance, but never watched where he was going, so lost were he in the imaginary waltzing tunes that waltzed and danced and waltzed in his pea-sized brain. He stepped on the stick and sent our initial lizard FLYING through the air! Our greenish lizard with his lizard mouth full of lizard teeth and lizzie scales was so scared after his initial flight that he ran and ran and ran back home! Then one day, a lizard layed an egg and out came a chicken. The End. And that my friends is how we know - eggs are good with bacon.

It will never RAIN cookies from the sky. Again, this is just silly. The sky isn't composed of flour, sugar, chocolate chips and other such man-made edible materials. However; Cookies from the sky might REIGN over us. I have heard of the mysterious Cookie-People from Alpha Centari12; evil, nasty creatures that insist on baking people with 60watt bulbs. Then decorating them with glitter and a pasty substance they secrete from their noses. Oh, Chareos, you should rejoice everytime water falls lovingly from the sky! And shudder should ever the weatherman foretell your cakey doom with the announcement that Cookies from the sky will reign this day!

Well, locolagarto and Tim (a.k.a. Robotic Overlord 1000100101010010 Schot) Onety one, that's just silly... everyone knows it's pronounced eleven after the Elves who created writing/numbers and took magic with them when they sailed off in those pretty silver boats. Next question....

Now you give me a topic on which with therewithall to give my seven cents worth.

Are they evil cookies? Do they contain chocolate chip marshmellow souls? hrm... .... ........ yes... I will accept cookies.

It's alright Stalkums... I wouldn't imagine that you're stalking me (stalker) - you just enjoy following me around... hiding in bushes outside my house. It's perfectly normal.

Well here I am... in my office of doom - Geoff has the day off - so it's pretty quiet around here. Hence, I'm offering a once in a lifetime chance to exploit the silence of the damned. Free Advice, for the low, low price of a glittery nickel! So PM me those problems people, and I'll respond!

silly ninja.... zombie cookies are for ME! Me <-- Evil, EVIL!

muahahahahaha! You might have found a way in, but you'll never find your way OUT! The Abyss of Saeyia is abysmal and byss-like! A dark place of fire, glitter and puppies most foul! Puppies of doom, who stare at you with their foul/doomed puppy eyes and melt not your heart but your very soul into goo! Yes! The floor of my abyssian abysital apartment is covered in the gooey souls mine begooped enemies! Strangely they taste like marshmellows. (in the melted shapes of stars, hearts and clovers!) You shall rue the day! RUE! muaa ha ha ha hahahah hahahaha HAHAHAHA! Got Milk?

The thing about horror movies (booger) ; there is "supernatural" horror and things that are just freaking disturbing - they don't scare so much as they make you wiggle/squirm and geniunely desire a bath and a warm puppy (burger). My favorites in the First Scare-a-gory (in no particular order): 1. The Hamiltons 2. Let the Right One In 3. Dawn of the Dead 4. Night of the Living Dead 5. Janghwa, Hongryeon (A Tale of Two Sisters) 6. Jian Gui (The Eye) In the Second CateGORY: 1. Ichi the Killer 2. Ichi the Killer 3. Dead Alive 4. The Devil's Rejects

teh zombie cookies are a lie.

head .... growing.... bigger..... self... esteem rising..... don't make me open up a "Ask Saeyia - Psychological Advice .05 cents." on your forum....

zombie hotdog? I will have to read up abit of what's been happening... but you said zombie hotdog! I've been grinning for 3 minutes straight! ...cool signature! I will try now go to build section and try to grasp what this is all about. Thank you! My "so cool it's melting faces" sig was a brainflame of the Great and Wonderous Robot Overlord Schot. (Or as I like to call him, Tim.) Zombie hotdog?! Did the Zombie Hotdog send you?! oh the foul, wretched thing! I tremble! tremble and quake! quake and tremble and tremble quake tremble tremble quake with loathing! It's a trake of loathing! for that wretched conspirator of acid reflux, the cruel, the infamous, the somewhat appealing, zombie hotdog!

I've got one! His name is Thugee and he's much more obedient than Geoff. He even has his own entourage, and while they don't smell the freshest, they do indeed keep ... well... MOST of the baddies off my flower-fresh tunic.