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He couldn’t resist it. A thousand times, in a thousand battles, he’d been aching to say it, but it’d always seemed pretentious to do so; most fights were not quite so grandiose as this one. An homage, perhaps, to a childhood hero that had not quite had the decency to fade into memory. Besides, if there was anyone worthy of the particular sobriquet Cid wished to bestow, it was this kid.
Cid winked. “D’yew feel lucky, punk? Our Cid over at Helios: wind_lover on LJ.
Cid winked. “D’yew feel lucky, punk? Our Cid over at Helios: wind_lover on LJ.
What what.
It's a game of 'beat the brat'.
- PC: Would you like a pet Rufus Shinra?
- Megan: ...uhm.
- Megan: Whut.
- PC: Online game.
- PC: Well... I say game. It's a game in the tamagotchi sense.
- Megan: ...sure?
- [...]
- Megan: I think I killed him in one.
- Megan: He had an o shit face.
This game makes me feel so… dirty.
… I kinda like it.
Sorry, President. D: Please come sit in my lap again.
Paging Laurell K. Hamilton.
- Celes: I know amirite XD?
- Celes: omg
- Celes: I so typed
- Celes: amitite?
- Celes: XD
- PC: ALWAYS
