User:TheListUpdater/StarfoxRoy Prank

Notice: In case you were wondering, I shortened my userpage. I will expand it when I feel the need to, though!

About Me! edit

User Details

This user is male.

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This user is a native speaker of the English language.

This user loves to write.

This user is a cat lover.

This user uses Google Earth often.

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This user doesn't care what console a game is for as long as it's fun.

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This user is an ageless immortal.

This user contributes using Mozilla Firefox.

This user smiles frequently.

This user never promised you a rose garden

This user prefers warm weather.

In a Nutshell
-I'm not an easy person to anger, although when I do get angry, I grow fangs. -I have two noses. Otie and Muffin are their names. -I'm the kind of person that is on both sides of a subject for different reasons. McCain and Obama, boxers and briefs, reasoning and torture, etc. -I'm too lazy to use bullets, I use my FISTS! -I'm Bostonian. That means I suck. -I'm a huge fan of tube socks. -I'm dedicated to Creating Vandalism, if i find it useful. -I drink old Listerine out of the classic glass bottles!

Sites I Never Visit edit

Writing Skill edit

I'm sorrry to say that I was held back in the 8th grade--again--for writing badly. Nonsense, really. Like this:

It was time.

I was just inches away, hoping not to be spotted, watching James Bond in his black tuxedo, drinking red wine while talking. He was talking so grim, so hostile, his cheeks so irregularly disforming as he was making the agreement in the dark, ill lit cafe. Nobody would suspect who he really was. I couldn't stay there much longer. I had to wait for the right time. Somebody would eventually spot me, my feet slightly obscured - but not completely - by the drapes of white keeping stains from reaching the pure marble waiting beneath.

But it was too late. A waiter had seen my shoes. It couldn't have ended worse. He was about to tell the man about it, although he was paid by the man to keep silent about his plans, or whoever may come to bring it to an end. He couldn't risk anyone hearing that an agent from Britian was listening to everything he said. It was important for the man to know, but he couldn't risk someone else hearing. He couldn't allow the panic.

I started to move. I stopped. I thought. Then I rolled out from under and lashed out. Before I knew it, everything ended in an empty whiteness, everything hard to make out, people talking but no words heard, food scents wafting but nothing smelled. I was now a dog. His plan had worked.

I had failed.