^^^ That may or may not happen to you after you view this world.

Anyhow, welcome to a new world, where the standards are set, and the standards are HIGH

You'll find things from fantasy epics to oneshots to personal stories that you really don't give a care about.

Have fun, and try not to bleed on the carpet.

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About the author

Age: 15

Status: Lurker of the Interbutts

Occupation: receiver of education, cosplayer

Likes:

-gardening

-sewing

-high tea

-fine arts

-hair ornaments

Dislikes:

-butthurt

-lactose

-over sized insects

-jeans

-abdominal irritations

Table Talk

As our Night time dinner ends

Our pile of pain with no amends

Beside a plate of chicken bones

with uncooked beans and ringing phones

Atop a pool of chocolate milk

staining brown the vinyl silk

Beneath a tub of cream perspiring

the 'eat-by' date long past expiring

Our scuffle rages long and hard

until the beef is dry and charred

But as our trust is at a loss

We still can say 'please pass the sauce'