And because I am too pro to write a nooby poem. *sacarstic cough*
She who had the wrong soul
he slapped her forehead
And she groaned
her voice was high,
but not mighty.
he tried to talk,
but for face
he stopped.
it was a squeak that came out in his voice,
and he looked at the ground, shaken.
he could never break her voice.
his hands are small
like a girl's
he was short, too short for a man
he could never look down on people, he realised
and he closed his eyes.
"this isn't happening," he thought
"I can't be a 'her'!"
But he is a her.
For she had the wrong soul.
He was the wrong soul.
Now I'm sure you will understand more of it. And I know it sucked but its still a goddamn poem. I can write whatever I like, and no one can stop me.
Well, unless you're marshmellows.
Manzu, one of my friends is angry with me. Not that I'd care too much about it anyway. I was pissed off. And she was too. Yeah, it's a she.
And well, I started it. She made it worse.
Oh well, let's not talk about these. It's not good for your brain. It's not fish.
*sigh* homework...
I should really start making a game now. Maybe starting with a mod. Maybe not, because I don't really fancy making mods. And that I think I will make Cave Story's reputation go down. because I suck. No, don't believe it when I said I'm pro a few seconds ago. That was a lie.
Because I am the cake, and the cake is a lie.
*does homework*
ARGGGAHAHAHAHA!!!! *cracks head*
...
*hypnotised*
*opens game maker*
*sets vspeed to 12*
*does admin game maker work*
...
So yeah. Game maker.
... Will I successfully make a good game between 2011 to 2014...?
