Greetings. I am aware of your distress over mein Black Ball. Please excuse the means by which my children used to lure you to my gathering. They have not yet the wisdom of my years. In their lust for blood, they have forgotten to respect their prey. Do not despise my loyal kindred, for if you are fortunate, you may one day be embraced by their selection.
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Stepping out of the Shadows...
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thats fucking awesome.
haha!
your kindred are having more fun last time i checked. embrace me anytime. hah.
nice to 'meat' ya orlok.
your blood tasted like battery acid, your flesh like stale flesh, and i loved every second of it and the ball.
and be prepared: this thread is gonna see more drama than a TNT film festival on valentines day.
i figure every brood needs the one loud mouth who kinda laughs at the uptight ways of old and breaks shit off in a new way. i mean in the end, we are both looking for blood, brews, and beatuiful corruptable gerlies..............................takin apps?
haha!
your kindred are having more fun last time i checked. embrace me anytime. hah.
nice to 'meat' ya orlok.
your blood tasted like battery acid, your flesh like stale flesh, and i loved every second of it and the ball.
and be prepared: this thread is gonna see more drama than a TNT film festival on valentines day.

i figure every brood needs the one loud mouth who kinda laughs at the uptight ways of old and breaks shit off in a new way. i mean in the end, we are both looking for blood, brews, and beatuiful corruptable gerlies..............................takin apps?
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Drinking makes you the same asshole your father was.
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Prayer, Praise, Profit.
Drinking makes you the same asshole your father was.
http://www.knoxnihilism.com/forum - site admin.
Prayer, Praise, Profit.
Re: Stepping out of the Shadows...
Orlok wrote:Greetings. I am aware of your distress over mein Black Ball. Please excuse the means by which my children used to lure you to my gathering. They have not yet the wisdom of my years. In their lust for blood, they have forgotten to respect their prey. Do not despise my loyal kindred, for if you are fortunate, you may one day be embraced by their selection.
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*thick british accent*
Oy! With all that said....At what point do I get muh harem of vinyl clad women for me and me lova' to feast on at will eh?
“That proves you are unusual, returned the Scarecrow; and I am convinced the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.â€
Double post oops.
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“That proves you are unusual, returned the Scarecrow; and I am convinced the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.â€
junkie christ wrote:thats fucking awesome.
haha!
your kindred are having more fun last time i checked. embrace me anytime. hah.
nice to 'meat' ya orlok.
your blood tasted like battery acid, your flesh like stale flesh, and i loved every second of it and the ball.
and be prepared: this thread is gonna see more drama than a TNT film festival on valentines day.
i figure every brood needs the one loud mouth who kinda laughs at the uptight ways of old and breaks shit off in a new way. i mean in the end, we are both looking for blood, brews, and beatuiful corruptable gerlies..............................takin apps?
And thus it begins with:
Noise wrote::roll:
Why is it that ppl HAVE to be like this....couldn't leave it alone...just had to throw in there little pety posts. Sad. Childish. oh, and sad too.
“That proves you are unusual, returned the Scarecrow; and I am convinced the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.â€
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