I'm in a Badass mood and I need somebody to own.
The blood or Dr. Percival Cox is flowing through my distended veins, and damnit, I need a victim! I feel like making some poor hapless soul my bitch; like stripping away their feelings one strung-out, wimpy nerve at a time, like reaching down into the very depths of their girly little heart and pulling out their most terrible insecurity, then mercilessly ripping it apart in front of their very eyes, tearing every shred of decent well-being from them in the slow, painful process.
So if you see me in Chat, and my text is black, watch the hell out. On the other hand, if my text is blue, all is well, and I'm my usual nice self. :p
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