BOB_ESC'S PROFILE
bob_esc
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Class: Sword Kid
Equipment: Loose tie, amulet of life saving
Habits: Eating, sleeping, being laconic
Notes: Will make chipset for fish
Equipment: Loose tie, amulet of life saving
Habits: Eating, sleeping, being laconic
Notes: Will make chipset for fish
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Alchemist made me cry blood. It was good until he started talking to the Sun (w/capital S mind you).
Who Doesn't Love Ballads?
Popo Potter and the Chocobo Stone
Hai guys read my haikus
Who Doesn't Love Ballads?
Or am I just crazy? Iambic tetrameter is ever so much fun.
Of apple pie I come to speak
An apple pie of great
Prestige and note for which I lust
Although in vain I wait
In shires of old this pie was baked
With fruit of early fall
The spice with which this pie was made
Could not be found by all
Great men of knowledge did they call
To find their longed for spice
This spice did spring from Shanghai far
Where those from home weren't treated nice
The flour they used was enamoréd
By all the peasants there
And by the lords from Whitehall grand
The pastries thereof ensnared
The great and wise did long debate
On how the food was made
The chefs from those small shires had
With care and passion made
With kilns of iron and magic they baked
With charms and care they cooked
Until gold-brown the pies were done
Fine indeed the new pies looked
Then one day calamity struck
Without a trace they went
In midst of flood time did they go
And thus their art was rent
And so today their mem'ry fades
And so I try to save
The greatest pie there ever was
I sing this till my grave
It's a ballad. About apple pie. O_o
Of apple pie I come to speak
An apple pie of great
Prestige and note for which I lust
Although in vain I wait
In shires of old this pie was baked
With fruit of early fall
The spice with which this pie was made
Could not be found by all
Great men of knowledge did they call
To find their longed for spice
This spice did spring from Shanghai far
Where those from home weren't treated nice
The flour they used was enamoréd
By all the peasants there
And by the lords from Whitehall grand
The pastries thereof ensnared
The great and wise did long debate
On how the food was made
The chefs from those small shires had
With care and passion made
With kilns of iron and magic they baked
With charms and care they cooked
Until gold-brown the pies were done
Fine indeed the new pies looked
Then one day calamity struck
Without a trace they went
In midst of flood time did they go
And thus their art was rent
And so today their mem'ry fades
And so I try to save
The greatest pie there ever was
I sing this till my grave
It's a ballad. About apple pie. O_o
What are you currently reading?
I have an account here?
I go to make an account here, and my favorite user name is taken. So then I try to hack this charlatan with my favorite password, and guess what? It logged in. So I guess I have an account here.
Or, if this is your user name, get a new password.
~Member of WombatRPGs
~~Worked on:
~~~Terra Nova
~~~Lament of a Pactkeeper
~~~Night of the Hyperative Dead
~~~Team Olympus
~~~Guild Rader!
~Have webcomic @ http://questlogupdated.webs.com
~~It is good, read it.
~Real name:
~~Robert_Escape
~~~Lol, no
~Use RM2k because for some reason, any higher version overheats my computer.
~~Pretty badass programmer
~~~Yeah right.
~I make chipset for fiSh.
Or, if this is your user name, get a new password.
~Member of WombatRPGs
~~Worked on:
~~~Terra Nova
~~~Lament of a Pactkeeper
~~~Night of the Hyperative Dead
~~~Team Olympus
~~~Guild Rader!
~Have webcomic @ http://questlogupdated.webs.com
~~It is good, read it.
~Real name:
~~Robert_Escape
~~~Lol, no
~Use RM2k because for some reason, any higher version overheats my computer.
~~Pretty badass programmer
~~~Yeah right.
~I make chipset for fiSh.