Musings.

[shadowmaple]

You know people this is honestly going to sound like the most Stereotypical thing ever but to be honest I don't care. Its bugging me

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[therearecats]

Who is this ev-- Oh right

[therearecats]

I can't help that I'm so awesome at so many things!!

[shadowmaple]

Might I remind you that you aren't really awesome, you have to steal my players just to beat me?

[therearecats]

You're having a shot at the cup because of an AMERICAN PLAYER this year, dude!

[shadowmaple]

I will agree with that but again remind you that the only reason you have it IS MY PLAYERS. I am obviously better

[therearecats]

Plenty of my players are pretty damn good!

[shadowmaple]

Not enough. You couldn't even beat me in a hockey game.

[therearecats]

Pretty sure I already have been!

[shadowmaple]

Only using the "quit punching yourself in the face " Manoeuvre

[therearecats]

Even without that, I could totally beat you.

[shadowmaple]

YOu know what? The hockey rink by Arazaphales place. 12 noon. BE THERE

[therearecats]

Oh YOU ARE ON!!

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[shadowmaple]

Canada walked out of his house and into the cold air. It felt harsh against his skin, now burning some what with indignation. How dare Alfred insinuate that he could beat him fairly at HOCKEY of all things.

pft my computer deicded to randomly send

[shadowmaple]

He walked quickly towards the skating rink, counting down slowly as to keep his calm, or at least attempt to temper it slightly. He shifted his Sports bag and paused looking up into the cool sky of February clouds. His breath came out in puffs, drifting upwards.

this calmed him.. a little.

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[therearecats]

[America's already at the ice rink and totally ready to do this. I MEAN, WHY NOT.]