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Member Since 24 Jun 2006
Offline Last Active May 04 2007 09:19 PM

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  • Group Shriekbat
  • Active Posts 99
  • Profile Views 2,783
  • Member Title Level 1
  • Age 40 years old
  • Birthday October 13, 1978
  • Gender
    Female Female
  • Location
    in an oubliette, through the looking glass, crafting a sail out of sawdust and rotten apple cores (because Wilson said so)
  • Interests
    building a sail out of sawdust and rotten apple cores
  • Personal Bio
    One day there was a very fat chicken. I was hungry and wanted to eat it, but the chicken started to talk. "Don't eat me!" it cried. "Please, don't eat me!" So, drooling, I grabbed a rock and started chasing the chicken. The chicken seemed to have some kind of superpowers though, since it ran as fast as the wind. The next thing I knew, the chicken was gone, and I was all alone, and very very hungry. Just then, I saw a purple feather sticking out of a rock. "This must be the chicken's feather," I thought. So I ate it. And started getting very itchy. Just then the fat chicken appeared. "Haha!" it cackled. "You ate my cursed feather. Now you're cursed! You're going to transform into a tiny little creature and I'm going to chase after you and gobble you up!" Little did the chicken know I still had the rock in my hand. So I bonked him on the head. And roasted him. And as the curse took effect, the roasted fat chicken seemed to grow to the size of a house. Then I suddenly grew a tail. And fur. And turned into a rat. (Who likes to play the Nintendo DS). Boy, that fat chicken made for a tasty meal. The end.

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