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RE: Blue Inferno for Tres Culos (Finish The Story Entry)
- Mendozan search -
Lookin'-n-searchin',
drawin' blanks
no one knew where
and their gig was soon.
So he look the less obvious:
Van was all clean (not really).
Then he checked the obvious:
The moshpits hadn't even formed!
So he dreaded this act
but the rock-n-metal heads told
exchange of greetings happened
and whistled he had to them now.
Hearin' a many tussles,
he press'd his ear in;
hearing them, he smirk'd
for 'twas them alright.
Good lil' prose piece right here, must say 'twas a good amount of work to make something like this. When I got to where yer nestled in, gonna have to burn all the humble brag cards yah got so yah can't abuse them~ ;p Yah've been too much of a saint to let yerself think bein' as [bleepin'] as them. Gotta say, yah roast a good steam'd story.
Comradely love,
Comrade Prof. Dr. Victor
aww that’s a cute poem, Mendoza looking for the band, thankfully apparently the fans are just as unorganized - not even having made it to the stage. Glad he found them in time, that would’ve been a better ending than this lol (ahhh Victor, still finding a way to up the bar <3)
Thank you, glad you at least appreciated the effort. But… seriously… no wonder I have a complex! I make one joke about feeling inspired and get called out for bragging! I just... give up
Dziękuję, was fun to make this lil’ poem for yah. Good eye on seeing all those details.
Nie, I just want to play off all the humble brags (not a bad thing!) and have a lil’ fun. (Still burning them mój Ukochany~) ;^
Not humble brags :p but not objecting to a big fire. Big fire! Burn them all! Every last one! All of them too! Burn them as well! Everything! Feed the flames! Burn the city! The people! The whole world! The flames shall consume all, the flesh dripping and searing like stringy, sticky caramel pouring over their apple white bones! Wait... what were we talking about..
;p
I got the flamethrowers, torches, petroleum, got the targets marked, got the bags of sugar and peppers,... wait what are we looking to do again? Mój Ukochany, do we even know where we are?