[Once upon a time, there was a large desert. And in that desert, there was a beach chair. And on that beach chair, there was a Iop.

That Iop was named Goultard. And he was possibly one of the strongest Iops to ever live. And what was he doing on his time off? Lounging in the middle of the desert, as if it were a beach. Who needed water? The sand was ( Read more... )

( ... and a night of passion for my brother and I, to be paid up front. )

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[The guy chilling at his desk, legs kicked up on top and sipping at a can of soda, is Dante. There's a party in his pants office, and you're invited.

All the norms for a party are there, and Dante actually blew whatever was left in his wallet on it. Go ( Read more... )

( YOU DEFECTIVE PROFESSOR! )

( Ladies and Gentlemen! Enjoy the show! )

[It's a late night inside of a bar set in some city that seems to be bustling with life. At the bar counter sits a man in a suit, with quite the smug expression on his face. He isn't paying much mind to the drink in the glass set before him, as his right index finger simply traces the rim of the glass repeatedly.

He isn't even doing anything else. ( Read more... )

( He can play basketball, too! )

( Trollolollolololo )

( I am the white void. I am the cold steel. I am the just blade. )

( Giraffes are cooler than Wolves )