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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by Casplen » Tue Nov 04, 2014 9:07 pm

Well things just got more passive aggressive. Go you.

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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by LFF » Tue Nov 04, 2014 10:18 pm

You would totally saw that wouldn't you Casp?
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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by kerr9000 » Tue Nov 04, 2014 10:25 pm

Well wouldn't you be annoyed if the worst pokemon picture ever had been edited into your posts and locked in place so you cant even delete it? If theyd let your work sit there for days without complaint and then as well as deleting a nrw part started picking through your stuff from days ago... As opposed to a quiet word and could you not post that, please remove it etc you get stuck with a stupid picture ... If someone can do that to your account makes you think what is to actually stop them from putting what they want in to your posts , changing your opinion if it disagrees with there own.

Art is a medium of expression and here we are looking at the ultimate denial of that... sure tell me I cant post something or delete it but to replace it with what you feel like and lock it in place I think its a touch low. ... I could be quiet and not say this but then I really would have lost my right to expression.
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Post by Kriken » Tue Nov 04, 2014 10:28 pm

I touched a girl's boob. It was hot.
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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by LFF » Tue Nov 04, 2014 10:33 pm

You were posting NSFW content on a SFW forum, so we were entitled to delete it, the picture was just a more friendly way of removing it. If we'd known sooner we would have removed it sooner.


Also, take off your poorly made tin foil hat. We don't care if people's opinions don't match our own, all that matters is that the forum rules are abided by to make this a place were people can co-exist with the least amount of friction and discomfort possible; We keep it safe for work so that younger members or simply those who don't feel comfortable with erotica being publicly posted don't have to tolerate explicit content. There are places for this sort of content and this forum is not one of them. End of.
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Re: The Writer's Circle

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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by adamguy » Tue Nov 04, 2014 11:07 pm

kerr9000 wrote:Well wouldn't you be annoyed if the worst pokemon picture ever had been edited into your posts and locked in place so you cant even delete it? If theyd let your work sit there for days without complaint and then as well as deleting a nrw part started picking through your stuff from days ago... As opposed to a quiet word and could you not post that, please remove it etc you get stuck with a stupid picture ... If someone can do that to your account makes you think what is to actually stop them from putting what they want in to your posts , changing your opinion if it disagrees with there own.

Art is a medium of expression and here we are looking at the ultimate denial of that... sure tell me I cant post something or delete it but to replace it with what you feel like and lock it in place I think its a touch low. ... I could be quiet and not say this but then I really would have lost my right to expression.

What place does erotica have on this forum though?
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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by kerr9000 » Tue Nov 04, 2014 11:14 pm

it wasnt exactly mini milk walrus porn... it was a little suggestive pants still on stuff... youll find much worse in other threads around here, and it was never intended to get any worse here than it was, after all I sell it elsewhere so no point giving everything out for free... but thats it I was answering your question and wont talk about it any more.

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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by OmegaPit » Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:03 pm

Make a NSFW section in the forum. I completely agree with Kerr, this kind of abuse should not be tolerated. I think OR should hand in his resignation and step down.
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Post by Aren142 » Wed Nov 05, 2014 12:13 pm

You have no idea how tempted I am to write a eton mess load of erotica and post it here in protest.
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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by Yirba » Wed Nov 05, 2014 1:17 pm

Freedom of expression doesn't mean you can just do whatever you like. The SONM moderators have every right to enforce what can or cannot be posted on these forums. Whether or not the piece of writing in question violated the rules is a different matter, but removing it certainly doesn't infringe upon anyone's rights.

That said, I remember one student in my GCSE English class wrote erotica for his coursework. It was actually fairly well written, and he scored quite a good grade for that piece of writing.
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Post by pokemaniac212 » Wed Nov 05, 2014 1:55 pm

I haven't seen the content in question so can't comment on exactly how severe it was, but the subforum rules are pretty explicit on the matter:
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Post by D.J » Wed Nov 05, 2014 2:24 pm

liberal wrote:I touched a girl's boob. It was hot.
I'm sure the slap you received after having done so though, was very painful indeed.
kerr9000 wrote:it wasnt exactly mini milk walrus porn...
Now there's a mental image i'll be struggling to get rid of for the rest of the day.
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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by kerr9000 » Wed Nov 05, 2014 2:29 pm

it was a bit suggestive a bit of groping and flirting/propositioning but there was no sexual penetration what so ever... nor was there going to be... when it was deleted I had put up 3 parts to it 2 of which had been up for a fair while without being touched. I figured when people were talking about what ice creams they wanted to insert where a little panties remain on romance fiction was fine... If I had been warned after the first or second one there never would have been more or I would have wrote it from there more down the date lines.

I pitched it below the general level that had been seen elsewhere on this forum believing that whatever rules were in place would be equal across the board.

if that rule is so concrete then its not being applied that way

Thank you very much to the people who have supported me both publicly and privately, it is very greatly appreciated but dont go getting yourselves banned over it or anything.. you can be pro active and protest a decision without going over the top.

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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by LFF » Wed Nov 05, 2014 2:41 pm

Your content broke the rules and we removed it, we take individual circumstances into account so the ice-cream talk was close to removal (from my perspective at least) but due to its more implied tone than your writing it wasn't removed - in hindsight it could have but it was not a necessity.


Anyway, let's stop flooding this thread with this eton mess, bit unfair on those who want to carry on with their writing and ignore this crap.
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Post by Edd » Wed Nov 05, 2014 2:46 pm

Is there some kind of hidden porn section I don't have access to? Where is kerr seeing this other explicit stuff around the forums? I want in.
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Post by Kriken » Wed Nov 05, 2014 5:41 pm

DJ what the hell. Also I like how you assumed it wasn't consensual.
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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by Vtheyoshi » Wed Nov 05, 2014 11:08 pm

liberal wrote:DJ what the hell. Also I like how you assumed it wasn't consensual.
tbf I'm sure you still got slapped
and I'm sure it was still hot
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Post by Rik » Thu Nov 06, 2014 8:24 am

God DJ all the ladies want liberal to touch their boobs
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Slaughter moved quietly through the shadows, his footfalls making barely a sound in the silent ruins. There were others here, keeping watch amongst the rubble of the ancient fort. He could smell them, their apprehension a sickly-sweet aroma hanging in the air for him alone to sense. Slaughter's affliction had turned him into a finely-tuned predator, his senses heightened to seek out prey in whatever way he could. That violent, predatory part of him longed to break out of the shadows and kill the watchers, feel their apprehension turn to terror as he ripped and rent and tore, but he had a job to do. He had failed once already; his master would not accept a second mistake.

He rounded a corner and found himself face to face with a man dressed all in black and with a balaclava covering his face. He raised the shotgun he was holding but before he could fire Slaughter had torn it from his grasp. He smacked the butt of the gun into the side of the guard's head and he staggered backwards. Slaughter grabbed hold of his head and with a quick, savage twist broke the man's neck. The guard crumpled to the ground, and for an instant Slaughter fought the urge to fall on him and drain his lifeblood away. He hadn't fed properly in what felt like an age, but with a tremendous effort he beat back the primal desire.

It was this hunger that had led him here. For thirty years he had been a slave to it, killing indiscriminately to quiet its insistent howling, barely able to sleep for his accursed bloodlust. And then, when it felt like he could take no more, he had been offered a way out. His master had shown him a path to salvation, promised him what he had never dared could exist: an end to his curse. And so he had served faithfully, obeying his master's every command, each mission bringing him closer to the end.

Tonight Slaughter stalked this old Spanish castle in search of a dubious man who dealt in dubious business. The dealer was due to make a trade with a gang leader and had chosen this remote ruin as the location for the deal. Slaughter didn't know what was being exchanged and didn't care; it was the dealer he was after, not his illicit wares.

He continued through the darkness, following the sounds that drifted to him on the light breeze. Eventually he reached a courtyard bathed in light. The atmosphere was tense; two men stood in the centre of the courtyard talking, each holding a case and each backed up by two other men armed with shotguns and submachine guns. On the edges of the courtyard other men stood watch, gazing out into the night. Slaughter counted a dozen in all - the six men at the centre, three on his side of the courtyard, two at the other side and one stood on a parapet above them.

He clambered over a broken wall and made his way around to the other side of the courtyard before nimbly climbing up to the parapet, easily pulling himself up the wall using the stones that jutted out from the weathered structure. He stalked along until he was behind the guard, then quickly assessed the situation again: the six men in the centre appeared to be wrapping things up, the goods having changed hands, and the guards were still focussed on looking outwards for intruders. Good. They would be easier to take by surprise.

Slaughter clamped his hand over the mouth of the guard in front of him, wrapped an arm around his neck and squeezed until he stopped struggling, then gently lowered him to the ground and eased the submachine gun from his grasp. He looked out over the courtyard one last time and saw that one of the guards was almost directly beneath him.

With a smirk, he leapt over the edge.

He slammed into the guard below, knocking him to the ground, and smashed the butt of the submachine gun into the back of his head. The other guard at his side gave a yelp of surprise and raised his gun, but Slaughter was too fast. He sprinted at the gang member, grabbed him by the neck and headbutted him, sending him crumpling to the floor. By now the rest of the criminals had seen him. Before they could take aim at him Slaughter raised his gun and fired wildly, sending them diving for cover. He caught one of the guards at the other side in the chest, but the rest managed to avoid the volley. He dived behind an old stone well as they began to fire at him.

He waited for a break in the fire before leaning out and firing again, this time killing the gang boss as he peeked out from behind a broken wall, a bullet between the eyes instantly stealing his life away. The fire began again and Slaughter was forced to take cover once more. He heard a voice yelling to keep him pinned down, and noted that it appeared to be moving away. He recognised it as the voice of the dealer, and through the thunderous barrage of gunfire he made out the sounds of someone sprinting away, accompanied by that unmistakeable acrid tang in the air.

Fear.

Slaughter poked his gun out from behind the well and fired again, stopping only when the clip ran out. He tossed the gun aside and began to focus. His bloodlust was rising, that primal roar building within him. Before, he had quelled it, keeping the beast contained within his humanity. Now he embraced it, and the howl of his curse became his own, erupting from his lips with savage force.

There was a moment of pain as his body swelled, but as the beast took over it was replaced by rage. His huge, grotesquely muscular form no longer hidden by the well, a bullet flew into his shoulder, and he stood and screamed. The gunfire ceased, the criminals unable to comprehend what stood before them. Slaughter picked out the one who had shot him, and in a single bound fell on him, his talons raking him open with a sickening ease. The man next to him scrabbled away, but Slaughter grabbed him and hurled him at another, both of them slamming into a wall with enough force to send it toppling down around them. Two of the remaining guards began to open fire whilst the third turned tail and fled. As bullets ripped into his flesh Slaughter leapt at the first gunman and tore the shotgun from his grasp before firing it straight into his chest, then smashed it into the face of the second, sending blood splattering onto the ground.

His wounds already closing over, Slaughter followed the sounds of the guard who had fled. He bounded out of the courtyard, leaping over the walls and hurtling around corners. He couldn't hear the guard's footsteps any more, and stopped, listening, sniffing the air.

There. A stifled sob. The tang of fear.

Slaughter stalked through the ruins until he reached a small building. He stopped, then with a roar slammed into and then through it, tumbling onto the quivering gang member. The man screamed, then with a single swipe it was over.
Slaughter stood for a second, panting. The acrid tang of fear was fading, but from one direction it persisted. The human part of him cursed. He had let the beast take too much control and lost sight of his true quarry. He would catch him easily enough though.

Now came the hunt.

He left the castle and began to chase the smell of the dealer. He was moving fast, and the tyre marks on the gravel made it clear he had taken a getaway vehicle. Slaughter sprinted down the road, at first pounding along on two legs but then bounding along on all fours. The lights of the car came into sight quickly enough, and when he drew level he slammed into it from the side, sending the car flying off the road. It tumbled over and over on its side, then came to a stop. Slaughter stalked up to it and tore the roof off before grabbing the terrified dealer and hoisting him out of the driver's seat.

The man screamed, and Slaughter dealt him a blow to the head, knocking him cold. He slung his quarry over his shoulder and carried him a mile or so along the road to where a van was parked. He opened the back doors and threw the man inside. The beast was quieting now, its thirst sated somewhat by the violence. With some effort he forced his primal side down, bringing the man back in control of the beast. His clothes had gradually torn off as his new form outgrew them, and now as he slowly shrank back to his human form he stood virtually naked. The driver of the van was unfazed as he clambered into the passenger side, merely tossing him a bundle of new clothes to put on.

"Do you have the dealer?" the driver asked, although Slaughter knew it was merely a formality. His master knew already what the answer would be.

He nodded, and the driver smiled. "Good. You still have your uses." He started the van as Slaughter jumped out and put on the clothes, then drove off after he'd got back in. "I felt your rage, Hemsen," his master said as the van sped through the night. "It grows stronger, doesn't it?" Slaughter nodded again in response.

"It will not be long now," his master assured him, not waiting for Slaughter to ask his question out loud. "We have the Key and the Shield, and this man will give us the Compass, which shall lead us to the Sword. All we need now is the boy, and darkness will fall."

"Darkness will fall," Slaughter echoed dutifully. "And I will be cured."

"Yes. The Radiant will reward the faithful well."

Slaughter closed his eyes and smiled. He had suffered this curse for far too long, the constant hunger for bloodshed consuming him almost completely. But if all went to plan, and if his master spoke truthfully, then soon the beast within would be vanquished. He would be a normal man again, a vampire no more, and he would no longer feel that primal, overwhelming urge to kill.

And that would make murder all the sweeter.
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Post by Kriken » Thu Nov 06, 2014 4:40 pm

Alas that and more is true. I can barely get a moment alone.

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Chapter 1: True Banishment

Pokemaniac walked through the familiar hallways of the mod room, once known as the green palace - but right now its surfaces crawled with dark vines. He was battered and bruised, weary from many battles. But the biggest one was right ahead of him. And hopefully it was the one that would end it all.

He turned into the main hall, which featured a long table around which the moderators used to meet, and the throne at the end of it. The throne upon which he sat, during a time when he was known as the captain of the moderators, and later during a dark time, much like the one now, when he was known as the king.

But now it was occupied by a figure in black robes who was well nestled in the darkness. It swirled around him like a pack of black birds. The man sat lazily, his chin resting on his fist.

"Dread," Pokemaniac said. "Is that really you?"

The dark figure laughed. His voice was demonic and warped. "I would like to know that myself. I was hoping you could have told me, king."

Pokemaniac bowed his head. "I'm sorry."

"... What for?"

"Failing you. Failing all of you. I let the darkness consume me. I was weak. I wish I could have stopped you."

There was a moment of silence, and then Dread's mouth curved into a smile.

"Fool. You assume that if you were more resilient to the pull of power that you would have been able to stop me. But you're right, you are weak, and even weaker now you've let regret crush you... Wrathy, Dizzybow, Emperix, myself... You let all your friends betray you, even when you had all the power. You relied on them when you should have cast them away. Now the tables have turned and I haven't made the same mistake. This world is now mine, and no-one is going to get in my way."

There was a harsh metallic scraping sound as Pokemaniac ripped his sword out its sheath. "You're the fool. Don't think that because I said I'm sorry I'm going to go easy on you. I've realised by now when someone has crossed the point of no return...and for better or for worse, I've crushed all of those who have chosen to defy me. So if you want to join the list, feel free."

"You talk big, but I know you say that with a heavy heart. If you really want to try and stop me, however..." Dread beckoned him with his hand. "Come."

Pokemaniac charged at him and Dread stood up to meet him. Their swords clashed.

And the rest faded into darkness.

Pokemaniac opened his eyes. For a moment he just lay there in thought. That was a dark time. He looked around the room, one of the bedrooms in the green palace. It was as it normally looked. Out of the window he looked at the rest of ONM down below. Things looked pretty normal down there, too. Just not as active as it used to be.

And, as of this moment, though strange events had changed his position, he was currently a moderator.

All was well, wasn't it?

But you're filled with regret.

That voice stilled him. It was a voice he hadn't heard in a long time.

How would you like to change that?

The world faded around him, into redness as far as the eye could see. But in the distance, floating towards him, was a large ball of silver chains and padlocks, and the blue armoured thing that rested above it. His inner-moderator.

"Beast," Pokemaniac said. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Answer my question first."

Pokemaniac folded his arms. "Well, getting rid of my regret would be nice, was there a legitimate way to get rid of it. I'm not up for any memory wipes, if that's what you're offering."

The beast laughed. "No, what I offer, I assure you, is completely legitimate. It's just very risky...but you're used to putting yourself in risky situations by now."

"Stop wasting my time. What is that you want to tell me?"

"So rude. I've saved your life before but it doesn't seem you've warmed to me."

"You tried to kill me before. And for some time now I've known x50 50x made you and he wasn't exactly the nicest person when he came back to ONM."

"Ah, x50 50x. He in fact concerns what I am offering. Regardless, moderator, I am a part of you. I effectively am you. I told you before that I'm the embodiment of your kudos. Your well-being is tied to mine and you have not been the soundest in mind lately. Have had bad dreams lately, haven't you? Me too."

"Well then," Pokemaniac said. "I wish I would start explaining myself, then."

"I will. You would like to undo the mistakes of your past, wouldn't you? Namely, bring back those who died. What if I told you there was a way?"

"How?"

The beast laughed. "It seems that I have your attention now. Well, you know that x50 50x made me. That is, however, not strictly true. He only modified me. Before being placed in you, I was his inner-moderator. Our existences are tied."

"But you're not dead..."

"And that is a good thing, for you and me. And it proves something that x50 50x suspected once - that those who depart from this world aren't truly dead or, as you ONMers sometimes euphemistically call it, 'permanently banished' or 'perma-banned'." The beast opened up one hand and then the other. "We all know of the banishment realm, the place all the bad members go to cool off... But only some of us know of the other. The realm of permanent banishment. The true banishment realm. I can take you and, if you wish, others there, through the connection I have x50 50x. Andymck, SamurifFerret, Emperix... You could save them all. But please, do think about it. I imagine it's a lot to take in."

* * * * * * * * * *

"How about it, Sarah? Are we doing this?"

To be continued.
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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by Casplen » Thu Nov 06, 2014 4:55 pm

When does the erotica start?

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Post by Kriken » Thu Nov 06, 2014 7:45 pm

I'm afraid to say that won't be a feature.
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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by Casplen » Thu Nov 06, 2014 11:17 pm

That damn censorship.

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Re: The Writer's Circle

Post by Rik » Fri Nov 07, 2014 12:04 am

#downwiththemods #bringbackthesenate
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