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For Carcharodontosaurus's fantastically filthy bin-skin contest.
O Sour ones, hear my call,
Accept mine sacrifice for y'all.
A purple dude from far away,
In your kingdom, he will stay.
How I found this son of a scrub: The almighty sour ones came to me in a dream and commanded me to bring them sacrifice. They wanted a raisin man, and who was I to question their will? I only knew one place to find this fabled purple species, and that was infesting the wild vineyards of the land of California. California was 2/3rds of a continent away, but I wouldn't let that stop me. So I grabbed my sword off the wall and begun to jog westward.
Fortunately for my exhausted legs, I found a raisin man about halfway there, when I ran over this one in steamboat springs Colorado. Wasting no time, I grabbed it by the left ankle and dragged it back to the undisclosed location in the American midwest I like to call home. Back at my house, poised over my pool of lemon juice (a true ancient standard for any sour one devotee), I thrust my sword through its chest and let the foul purple creature drop into the cesspit of citric acid. The sour ones were merciful. They returned my blade.
O Sour ones, hear my call,
Accept mine sacrifice for y'all.
A purple dude from far away,
In your kingdom, he will stay.
How I found this son of a scrub: The almighty sour ones came to me in a dream and commanded me to bring them sacrifice. They wanted a raisin man, and who was I to question their will? I only knew one place to find this fabled purple species, and that was infesting the wild vineyards of the land of California. California was 2/3rds of a continent away, but I wouldn't let that stop me. So I grabbed my sword off the wall and begun to jog westward.
Fortunately for my exhausted legs, I found a raisin man about halfway there, when I ran over this one in steamboat springs Colorado. Wasting no time, I grabbed it by the left ankle and dragged it back to the undisclosed location in the American midwest I like to call home. Back at my house, poised over my pool of lemon juice (a true ancient standard for any sour one devotee), I thrust my sword through its chest and let the foul purple creature drop into the cesspit of citric acid. The sour ones were merciful. They returned my blade.
Credit | The almighty sour ones, who provided me with this sad wretch to sacrifice. |
Gender | Male |
Format | Java |
Model | Steve |
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Update #1 : by Makaneek 05/24/2019 3:13:13 pmMay 24th, 2019
fixed a minor oopsie on his right leg. nothin big.
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