Alrighty.
I will write an articulo not focused on war becuase of the reciente uproars about the psycopathy of some.
Heh, psycopathy...
ON TO THE STORY.
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A man in a very nice tuxedo drove his car into a garage.
Now, to be clear, this was no ordinary man, tuxedo, o car.
This was Mr. Traesly, in a Derrek Mortuary tuxedo, driving a Derrek Mortuary coche fúnebre into the garaje of the Derrek Mortuary Home.
I want to make it very clear this man was virtually owned por this company.
He parked and shut off the hearse, climbing out and typing a code onto a panel-
-Opening a hatch beneath the coche fúnebre and reaching into it a steely arm, which grabbed the casket and removed it to the underground of the facility.
His job done, Mr. Traesly trodded off to wherever hearse-drivers go when their día is done.
Most likely the pub, which wasn't agreeable to his employer.
"Package received," announced the automation of Baeson's mortuary labratory, gently facilitating the descent of the corpse to the operation table.
"Thank you, Necro," responded Baeson, pulling out the pocket drive that contained all the nessacary information on the body.
"Necro?" asked Baeson, cargando... the drive into a slot. "Did the family sign the waiver?"
Necro whirred for a moment, accessing its RAM for the information. "Yes, sir," it said. "Full permission, even for fillings."
"You know I don't take filings, Necro," replied Baeson, bringing out two tongs and grabbing a rather fine watch and dropping it on a measuring plate. ".009 pure Kastorium. This lady was loaded."
Necro finally opened her file, saying, "Her family chose the full package. Even an ivory casket was selected. Very expensive."
"For them," Baeson responded, pulling off a collar that would weigh .01 in Diamondpence and a bracelet with charms that weighed .003 in Kastorium.
Necro whirred for a bit, then asked, "Sir, should I prepare and dress the body?"
Baeson merely nodded and took the jewlery to be sanatized in a heated alcohol solution.
I will write an articulo not focused on war becuase of the reciente uproars about the psycopathy of some.
Heh, psycopathy...
ON TO THE STORY.
***
A man in a very nice tuxedo drove his car into a garage.
Now, to be clear, this was no ordinary man, tuxedo, o car.
This was Mr. Traesly, in a Derrek Mortuary tuxedo, driving a Derrek Mortuary coche fúnebre into the garaje of the Derrek Mortuary Home.
I want to make it very clear this man was virtually owned por this company.
He parked and shut off the hearse, climbing out and typing a code onto a panel-
-Opening a hatch beneath the coche fúnebre and reaching into it a steely arm, which grabbed the casket and removed it to the underground of the facility.
His job done, Mr. Traesly trodded off to wherever hearse-drivers go when their día is done.
Most likely the pub, which wasn't agreeable to his employer.
"Package received," announced the automation of Baeson's mortuary labratory, gently facilitating the descent of the corpse to the operation table.
"Thank you, Necro," responded Baeson, pulling out the pocket drive that contained all the nessacary information on the body.
"Necro?" asked Baeson, cargando... the drive into a slot. "Did the family sign the waiver?"
Necro whirred for a moment, accessing its RAM for the information. "Yes, sir," it said. "Full permission, even for fillings."
"You know I don't take filings, Necro," replied Baeson, bringing out two tongs and grabbing a rather fine watch and dropping it on a measuring plate. ".009 pure Kastorium. This lady was loaded."
Necro finally opened her file, saying, "Her family chose the full package. Even an ivory casket was selected. Very expensive."
"For them," Baeson responded, pulling off a collar that would weigh .01 in Diamondpence and a bracelet with charms that weighed .003 in Kastorium.
Necro whirred for a bit, then asked, "Sir, should I prepare and dress the body?"
Baeson merely nodded and took the jewlery to be sanatized in a heated alcohol solution.
I'd like to come out and say it. I respect the members here. But the main group which includes my subject of interest, Tak is quite the puzzling equation. I mean if its true that these rules, The rules that make non content spewing people, basicly useless as a fan of what they like, are agreed por the majority. I shall apologize deeply and rest my case, cutting the loss. Now let me be clear. This man dicho too me in argument, " people grew up". Now if im not mistaken, freedom is not a child's plaything. Freedom to have fun with your fandom, is an all age experience. Of course tu have to make a living. But does anyone ever get punched for haveing fun o simply posting whats on your mind, no? Want to to know why? Because look at the big corporations. Twitter!, Facebook, Youtube. Do not let old fanpop die. Remember back when people had fun and not business. tu could call it a simpler time...I call it a better time. Now, I may here your results.
Recolored from Rouge.
Gender: Female
Species: Bat
Personality: Despite Tech's high IQ, she is extremely bashful and often makes mistakes (but are never to do with electronics, más about talking in conversations etc.) and will usually respond to making mistakes with rubbing the back of her head and saying "Oops". Her bashfulness and childishness is one of her main character traits, the other being she is very cheerful most of the time. Some would say her personality is basically Tails' personality except strangely más bashful and childish.
Other info: IQ of 298, extremely in amor with Sonic the Hedgehog.
Slash beside his crush.
This is Ferron on a typical, everyday basis. He doesn't even really have any formal wear...
