"Oompa Loompa, doompa-dee-doo, I’ve got a perfect puzzle for you. Oompa Loompa, doompa-dee-dee, If you will Wait, you’ll eventually see. What do you get from a series of pics, slowly revealed, with a duo of sticks? Trying to find where the NewRandall's at? What do you think you'll get from that? I think you should Wait for it! Oompa Loompa doompa-dee-dah, Maybe you'll be the next one to draw? Then you will live in happiness too, Like the oompa loompa doompa-dee-doo!
Posted on 2013-05-31 19:00.
Back in black, and it's a fact! It's been too long, and I'm glad it's back! M & C are loose, and the background's been reduced; Maybe the castle's under semencoffeejuice? We can see the sky! And I wanna cry, So glad that Time didn't die! It's got nine lives, and it still thrives, like a snowman voiced by Burl Ives! Yes, it's back; Well, it's back! Uh-huh, it's back! Yes, it's back! Well, it's ba-aa-a-ack, ba-aa-a-ack! Woot! It's back in black! Yes, it's back in black! Back in black, sharp, like a raptor attack! Keeps on going like a dylithium power-pack! Here with my gang, with the songs all sang, we were rejoicin' when that new GONG rang! Now we'll build the stack of Newpage brick-a-brac, talking 'bout whatever, without no flak. 'Cause Time has stayed for another day, We're so geeked it didn't fade away! Yes, it's back; Well, it's back! Uh-huh, it's back! Yes, it's back! Well, it's ba-aa-a-ack, ba-aa-a-ack! Woot! It's back in black! Yes, it's back in black!
Posted on 2013-04-30 17:58.
Come here Megan, Cueball's doin' his thing He ain't too thick... Hell's he's just a stick, babe But he might have flags -- 'Cause Cueball's got a brand new bag. Come here Megan, and dig in the semencoffeecaffeine He's not too fancy... But his line is pretty clean His old scaffold sags -- But Cueball's got a brand new bag. He's doing the work, watchin' Time fly. He's kinda cheap -- yes, you know he cain't buy Still he's gettin' hungry, for mashed potatoes; and bacon on a rack; and semencoffee later. Come here Megan, Cueball's doin' his thing He's tired from the trip... And ready for some feed, babe The sea makes him gag -- But Cueball's got a brand new bag!
Posted on 2013-04-30 21:59.
Well... Woke up this morning, with my usual demands: "How's Time? Is it fine? How far am I behind?!?" Rushed to my screen, I don't believe what I've seen. Come on -- Wait for IT again! Do you, you -- Wait like we do? (How's it feel?) Do you, you -- Wait like we do? My friends are waiting the O-T-T way, They say, "don't walk, don't walk, don't walk away!" Drove me halfway crazy, reading ten newpages back, have to filk some music, otherwise I might crack! Do you, you -- Wait like we do? (How d'ya feel?) Do you, you -- Wait like... <*First guitar solo*> Do you, you -- Wait like we do? (How's it feel?) Do you, you -- Wait like we do? I don't eat breakfast, I got my mouse in my hand, Keep reading, keep bliting, mustn't fail! Craziness on my screen, I don't believe what I'm seein'! Come on -- Wait for IT again! Do you, you -- Wait like we do? (How's it feel?) Do you, you -- Wait like... <*Funky, tinkly, keyboard solo*> Do you Wait? Like we do? Do you Wait? Like we do? Oh, it's cool... Do you Wait like we do? (get back!) Do you Wait? Do you Wait like we do? <*Second guitar solo*> <*Add Voice Box*> Oh tell me do you Wait? Oh tell me do you Wait? Wait like we do? Do you Wait? Do you Wait? Like we do?
Posted on 2013-06-07 21:28.
I'm Free; I'm free! And freedom tastes of reality. I'm free; I am free... No more new "Time" from x-k-c-d. If I told you what it takes to keep up and reply with all the OTT -- it's not that simple! Yes, I had to read it ALL, before; Now my sanity will be restored; "Time's" no longer my commanding temple! I'm Free; I'm free; And freedom tastes of reality. I'm free; I am free! No more new "Time" from x-k-c-d.
Posted on 2013-08-01 21:26.
You could leave now, take what you need, you think will last And whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. The OTC stands silent after its run (And you're) crying like a fire in the sun. Look how the OTT's still trying to muddle through, But it's all over now for Meg and Cue. This forum was for Waiters who'd lost their sense and gone insane over every OTC incidence Now empty-handed, they clutch at frame repeats And do colorized versions on glossy sheets. The OTT still trying to give something new, But it's all over now for Meg and Cue. All your part-time lurkers are going home All your molpy armies, they're all going home The Knights Temporal have walked out the door they've taken their swords and their battle roars. Waiters are all wondering what they're gonna do, But it's all over now for Meg and Cue. Leave your songs and stories behind, something new calls to you Forget those who've left, they will not follow you Some new opportunity's now rapping at your door Feel free to answer, you might just like it more Strike another match, go start anew 'Cause it's all over now for Meg and Cue.
Posted on 2013-07-30 16:30.
Now and then I think of when Time was forever Back when I said the Wait for It would never die Told myself that I would always be There in the forum with my company But that was then; now It's a thing I just remember You can get addicted to a certain kind of madness Like dedication to a trend -- but then it ends So I have found something different since, and forgotten all those forum friends But I'll admit I sometimes wonder why it's over But I decided I had to cut it off Make out like it never happened and that it was nothing Now I don't even need it much Yes, I've become a stranger -- never try to keep in touch No real reason why I had to go leave my friends to Wait For It without me and change my number I guess that's just the way it goes... Now it's just a forum where I used to post. Now it's just a forum where I used to post, Now it's just a forum where I used to post. A forum (I used to post) A forum (Now it's just a forum where I used to post)
Posted on 2013-05-02 15:41.
Are you ready HAL? (uh-huh) Buffy? (yeah) BlitzGirl? (okay) Well, alright Waiters -- let's go!!! Oh, it's been getting so hard, Waiting when there's so much more to see, aha My screen is getting so strange, I won't remember everything I read Oh, there's a post with a graph as a matter of fact, with colors as red as the sun and before I recover, I come to another -- it blurs into the previous one Oh yeah, posts come like lightning Everybody is typing Plus there's music and and photos and bad puns and inuendos Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And the girl with hats says "my queue is stacked" and I'm stuck in a ketchup blitz And the gif that's annoying needs to have a warning -- it'll wreck your ketchup blitz! Ketchup Blitz Ketchup Blitz Ketchup Blitz Ketchup Blitz Oh, I trying to be ketchup'd But there's nothing I can do except keep reading over posts from the past until I am through, aha Now the post with the graph's been quoted with a laugh, and everyone seems to try to newpic on the gong, or post a cool song -- I'll be ten pages behind 'til I die! Oh yeah, it seems electric and frantically hectic, Because the more I keep reading, Still the future's receding! And the girl with hats says "my queue is stacked" and I'm stuck in a ketchup blitz And the gif that's annoying needs to have a warning -- it'll wreck your ketchup blitz! Ketchup Blitz Ketchup Blitz Ketchup Blitz Ketchup Blitz It's, it's, a Ketchup Blitz It's, it's, a Ketchup Blitz It's, it's, a Ketchup Blitz It's, it's, a Ketchup Blitz It's a Ketchup Blitz!!!
Posted on 2013-05-05 04:34.
Once upon a Time, it was all so fine; You used to joke and rhyme, all the time, didn't you? People'd call, say, "You will fall, you won't see it all" You thought they were all just kidding you. You used to laugh about every poster who had just dropped out. Now you don't talk so loud, Now you don't seem so proud, About Time, now that you say it's lost its appeal. How does it feel? How does it feel? To be without a home, like a complete unknown? Like a Waiter flown... You've posted some damn fine stuff, alright, way back when; You had the knack then, but now the thread's all used to it. And nothing in it seems right, not like how you write, You won't come again -- this thread you choose to quit. It's sad that you won't compromise or make the time. But, least you realize there's no sense giving alibis. You've moved on, and without you, Time still flies, but your memories of it now seem so unreal. How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own, With other fora to roam? Like a Waiter flown... You'll never turn around to see the frowns on the punsters and the clowns or even hear the sounds of the molpys as they all sing to you You never understood that it ain't no good thinkin' that it's only about what this thread can bring to you. You used to love the giant castle, where they sat, and the mysterious little girl in her beret hat. But ain't it hard when you discover that that really wasn't where it's at, after it took from you every moment it could steal? How does it feel? How does it feel? To leave it alone, not even from your phone, Like a Waiter flown... Return to the sheeple, leave all the forum people, without blinking, thinking that you have got it made All the posts and poems and the puns and things in your mind still ring, but in time they'll surely fade. You used to be so amused at the inside jokes and the language that they used. But get an IM now and you'll just refuse. It's become nothing, so it's just nothing to lose You're invisible now, your presence you won't reveal. How does it feel? How does it feel? To be without a home, like a complete unknown? Like a Waiter flown...
Posted on 2013-06-10 18:56.
Megan You don't have to put up the sand dyke Those days are over You don't have to protect the castle; you can go and take a hike Megan You don't have to build the scaffold no more or top the towers with flags You can stop worrying about the shore Megan You don't have to put up the sand dyke Megan You don't have to put up the sand dyke Megan (put up the sand dyke) Megan (put up the sand dyke) Megan (put up the sand dyke) Megan (put up the sand dyke) Megan (put up the sand dyke) Whoa... You can walk away to something new You and the clumsy stick-man, Cue Time doesn't have to be real But you can still find a lot of joy Who knows where you will end up? But things are starting to look up. See it once, maybe see it again, It's a grand way... Megan...
Posted on 2013-04-30 14:57.
They may find themselves, walking in the big outback They may find themselves, in another part of the world They may find themselves, with a small trebuchet they may find themselves, on a beautiful beach, with a beautiful castle They may ask themselves, well, how did we get here? Letting the frames go by, let the semen wash the ground Letting the frames go by, mustard flowing underground Into the black again, after the fade-out's gone Once in a live Time, mustard's flowing underground Cue may ask himself, "how do I work this?" Cue may ask himself, "where is that small trebuchet?" Cue may ask himself, "where is that beautiful beach?" Cue may tell himself, "I don't see our beautiful castle..." Letting the frames go by, let the water wash the ground Letting the frames go by, mustard flowing underground Into the black again, after the fade-out's gone Once in a live Time, mustard's flowing underground Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was... Semen dissolving, and mustard removing there is mustard at the bottom of the ocean Remove the semen, carry the mustard Remove the mustard from the bottom of the ocean Letting the frames go by, let the semen wash the ground Letting the frames go by, mustard flowing underground Into the black again, after the fade-out's gone Once in a live Time, mustard's flowing underground Into the black again, into silent mustard Under the rocks and stones, there is mustard underground Letting the frames go by, into silent mustard Once in a live Time, mustard flowing underground Cue may ask himself, "where is that small trebuchet?" Cue may ask himself, "where does this walking lead to?" Cue may ask himself, "am I right, or am I wrong?" Cue may say to himself, "my Randall, what have you done???" Letting the frames go by, let the semen wash the ground Letting the frames go by, mustard flowing underground Into the black again, after the fade-out's gone Once in a live Time, mustard's flowing underground Into the black again, into silent mustard Under the rocks and stones, there is mustard underground Letting the frames go by, into silent mustard Once in a live Time, mustard flowing underground Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was, Same as It ever was, same as It ever was...
Posted on 2013-05-01 15:09.
If I'm a nut case, I'm in the right place. All my family starts to recoil I show them this thing: a forum Waiting. They think my brain's beginning to boil. Waitin' away again in our mad Randallville; Searchin' for my last rational thought. Some people claim that there's the ALT-TEXT* to blame; But I know, it's nobody's fault. I don't know the reason I've stayed through the seasons of newpic, longpix, and the fading, too. But my hat's a beauty, it was given to me, after clearing buffy's long hat queue. Waitin' away again in our mad Randallville; Searchin' for my last rational thought. Some people claim that there's the ALT-TEXT* to blame; And I think, hell, it could be my fault. I wonder when Time stops, and this forum's closed shop, will I still know the people back home? After all Newpics rendered, I just won't remember my own relations 'cause my mind will be blown. Waitin' away again in our mad Randallville; Searchin' for my last rational thought. Some people claim that there's the ALT-TEXT* to blame; but I know, it's my own damn fault. Yes, and some people claim that there's the ALT-TEXT* to blame; but I know, it's my own damn fault.
Posted on 2013-05-03 03:22.
In the thread of Time, I was kinda tardy lurking for a bit, 'fore comin' to the party With my guitarish name -- "StraPlayer" -- I'm punnin' when I'm able But I can still stall; someTimes, my mind's under the table... But I kill the post fights, I put 'em in neutral Stop the flamin' with a poster, 'cause of my word control: "Uh, babby's from semen (maybe vitamin D)?" Even got a couple of mentions up on the Time wiki... Yeah, I'm a Knight Temporal, no need to complain 'bout my shotgun posting, 'cause I do strain to refrain from postin' everything, yeah, that you could read. But what does get said -- well, you just gotta believe. And whether Time's bright, or even if it's dark I'm postin' it all, when I get a burnin' creative spark... Yo, post it: So.... unbelievable... I'm a poster, baby, and you know Time thrills me! (double-postin' buckshot!) So.... undeniable... I'm a poster, baby, and you know Time thrills me!
Posted on 2013-05-01 16:36.
They have climbed the highest mountains; They have run through the fields. Only just Meg and Cue Only just Meg and Cue. They have seen things that crawled and Baobabs, so neat and tall, so neat and tall. Only just Meg and Cue. But they still haven't found What they're looking for. But they still haven't found What they're looking for. They have taken cautious sips, from the sea, and on river trips. It burned like fire, and keeps rising higher. They have spoke in the molpy way; they have held a trebuchet, and passed grape vines that were left behind. But they still haven't found What they're looking for. But they still haven't found What they're looking for. (I believe when the ending comes then all of IT will blend into one, blend into one. And yet I'm still Waiting!) The walk goes on, each frame after frame, and they keep searching, just the same. Always the same! (You know I believe in IT!) But they still haven't found What they're looking for. But they still haven't found What they're looking for. But they still haven't found What they're looking for. But they still haven't found What they're looking for.
Posted on 2013-06-06 18:12.
I don't know why, I love IT like I do, all the changes, the Wait's put me through. Took my castle, my trebuchet and I haven't seen the worst of it yet. I wanna know, can you tell me? I wanna stay.... Take me to the river, drop me in the water; Dip in the river, drop me in the water. I don't know why, Randall treats me so bad Think of all the Time that I could have had. Time is an ocean that I can't forget My sweet sanity -- gone with no regrets. I wanna know, can you tell me? I'd love to stay.... Take me to the river, drop me in the water; Dip in the river, drop me in the water. Hold me, tease me fool me, please me! 'Til I can't, 'til I can't, I can't take It no more! C'mon and take me to the river, drop me in the water Dip in the river, drop me in the water. I don't know why, I love IT like I do, all the changes Randall's put me through I had a life, that I can't recall, I'm sure that I'm the biggest fool of them all... I wanna know, can you tell me? I'd love to stay.... Take me to the river, drop me in the water; Dip in the river, drop me in the water. Take me to the river, drop me in the water; Dip in the river, drop me in the water...
Posted on 2013-05-01 20:55.
Looking at the newpix; it's an older one. Progress, I'm making; but nowhere near done. Current, I'm chasing; I don't dare to stop. Thoughts, I've a mess of, starting from the top: I want to thank you for letting me post my blitz, again; I want to thank you for letting me post my blitz, again! Trying to follow, pages off the pace. 'Tip-tap-typy,' typin', always out of place. I have missed the parties, and jokes along the way; Many things are on m mind, I will try to say... I want to thank you for letting me post my blitz, again; I want to thank you for letting me post my blitz, again! Spoiler'd my signpost; hope that isn't wrong. Don't want any people to miss the new ONG. Maybe I'm too sappy, don't wanna make you cry, but I'm still thinking, my words are worth a try... I want to thank you for letting me post my blitz, again. Different posts for different folks, yeah! I want to thank you for letting me post my blitz, again! Flamin' words of peoples thoughts, burnin' into view Maybe folks are missin' much -- my posts are thoughts, too. Yes, I'm quoting old stuff, not sayin' I'm smarter; But you can skip posts I make, is that so much harder? I want to thank you for letting me post my blitz, again; I want to thank you for letting me post my blitz, again!
Posted on 2013-05-16 20:06.
Every day, I go see what's new (Too much, the Waiting bus!) with the Oh-Tee-Tee, and with Meg and Cue. (Too much, the Waiting bus!) I'm so happy, I just sit and smile; (Too much, the Waiting bus!) I get to Wait for a good long while. (Too much, the Waiting bus!) Thank you Randall for bringing us here! (Too much, the Waiting bus!) That it might end is my only fear. (Too much, the Waiting bus!) I don't want to cause no fuss, (Too much, the Waiting bus!) but can I ride the Waiting bus? (Too much, the Waiting bus!) Yesssssssss!!!!! I don't care how long I stay (Too much, the Waiting bus!) I wanna ride the bus for my Wait each day (Too much, the Waiting bus!) Waiting bus, Waiting bus, Waiting bus, Waiting bus, Waiting bus, Waiting bus! Give me just one word (Waiting bus) And cue the punsters (Waiting bus) They'll post like thunder (Waiting bus) I'll smile with wonder (Waiting bus) Waiting bus, Waiting bus, Waiting bus, Waiting bus I want it, I want it, I want it... (you can't leave it!) Forty and six posts every day, Just to show that I'm crazy. Forty and six posts each day, 'Cause I want to have my crazy-ass say! Waiting bus, Waiting bus, Waiting bus, Waiting bus! I want the Waiting bus! I want the Waiting bus! I want the Waiting bus!
Posted on 2013-05-30 17:42.
Your Wait is like a tidal wave, spinning over your head; Drowning you in an endless quest: Leave no post unread! You're the right kind of dreamer, to believe in our x-k-c-d; An invincible blitzer, and you know that you were born to be! You're a Time Waiter, Post maker, a song faker, and you want us all to see. You're a Time Waiter, Graph maker, a pic faker; Don't you stop it now! No, no, no! Your Wait has set your soul on fire, burnin' out of control; To see IT is your one desire, now IT's taken IT's toll. Your grasp is getting thinner on what's left of any sanity; The One True never-ender, and you know that you were born to be! You're a Time Waiter, Hat maker, a blitz-taker, and you want us all to see. You're a Time Waiter, Cake baker, a map maker; Don't you stop it now! No, no, no! You're the right kind of dreamer, to believe in our x-k-c-d; An invincible blitzer, and you know that you were born to be! You're a Time Waiter, Post maker, a song faker, and you want us all to see. You're a Time Waiter Graph maker, a pic faker; and you want us all to see. You're a Time Waiter; Hat maker, a blitz-taker, and you want us all to see. You're a Time Waiter Cake baker, a map maker; Time Waiter! <*insert awesome screamin' guitar solo*>
Posted on 2013-06-07 20:12.
There's desire, starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch; I hate bein' in the dark! Why oh why, can't you make it clear? Go 'head and let me know: What happened over there? See how I plead, with everything I do? Don't underestimate -- Yes, others want it too! There's desire, starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch Yes, I hate bein' in the dark! The castle we loved; is it in the dust? I keep thinking that we should have seen it fall The castle we loved! Don't leave me clueless... I can't help feeling, we should have seen it fall. Toppled by the sea? You'd rather show the hike 'cross the sand; But the castle??? In the sea???? Randall, I ask, if I may be so bold: There's something you could do. Because I really want to learn, in any way that you would like to share. Is it standing there? Yes, Is the castle there??? The castle we loved; is it in the dust? I keep thinking that we should have seen it fall The castle we loved! Don't leave me clueless... I can't help feeling, we should have seen it fall! Toppled by the sea! You'd rather show them wander the sand, while the castle's in the sea???? We should have seen it fall! Toppled by the sea! You'd rather show them stroll the sand, But the castle? The castle; the castle! The castle's in the sea?
Posted on 2013-05-02 20:11.
I once had a thread, or should I say, it once had me... It showed me some posts; Aren't they all good, like WOWtree wood? They asked me to stay and they told me to post anywhere, So I looked around and I created my own things to share. I joked and I hugged, talking 'bout Time, and it was so fine. With frames that were new: things to be read, 'til coma in bed. I loved all the filks, the stories, the pictures, and graphs. The humor, the science, the fine arts, and even the math! And then I awoke, I was alone -- the comic had flown, But still I'll remember: Wasn't it good, like WOWtree wood?
Posted on 2013-08-01 17:29.
By yourself; You always seem to post With no-one seeing what you do here. Try, yourself, to keep your mind awake -- Only MobTeeseBoose and you here. See yourself! Just by yourself you Wait You, just you -- and yet you sit and stay. Wait! Wake yourself! Maybe the bots will say something 'fore they go??? Waiter in the lonely part, Waiter in the lonely part. All alone, youre a Waiter in the lonely part, Waiter in the lonely part. Say you don't want to chance it? Maybe you'll Wait some more... Watch it now; Others might wander by, You won't be the one and only. You wait, yourself, no, not for Randall's sake, you just wish you weren't so lonely... Be yourself! You've got to take your stance: The "Wait for it," you must heed!!! Waiter in the lonely part, Waiter in the lonely part. All alone, youre a Waiter in the lonely part, Waiter in the lonely part.
Posted on 2013-05-14 21:12.
All the old comics on the web they weren't hashed, don't you know; But now with Time (oh whey oh), there's so much more than just "1" and "0." All the bizarre things by the sea: Megan and Cueball and the trebuchette; A giant sandcastle (oh whey oh), has crumbled down and gotten wet. But now they've left, gone on a trek! So... (Ay oh, whey oh, ay oh, whey oh) Walk through the encryption. All the new land seems to be the same It's hard to tell if they've left the shore; But at least they're moving (oh whey oh), so we still Wait to see some more. All the things they may come to find are still hidden by the artist-man; So we just watch them (oh whey oh) Walk through the encryption. What can we do but Wait and Watch, as they... (Ay oh, whey oh, ay oh, whey oh) Walk through the encryption?
Posted on 2013-04-30 17:11.
Temporal harmony... Time's dropped a load on me! OTT, how can I explain it? I'll take you frame by frame wit' it. To have ya'll jumpin', yeah, we'll be singin' it! O is for da one; T is for true -- yes, that's kinda simple The last T, well, The Madness made it wrinkle; It's sorta like another way for you to say you're sewing. With six little letters - can't I make it any clearer? You get on occasion, with Waiters, kinda arty, some crazy shit -- turns this thread into a party! Wait it! You even seen a comic, with those little stick fellows, Buildin' a castle, then walkin' 'round real mellow? Makes you wanna Wait, right? To see what's gonna happen, then it makes you want to start tippy-typy-tappin' Addin' your bits, with your mind all flippy-flappin' It ain't a wait (W to the A to the I to the T), 'Less you're joinin' in wit it, see? It's OTT, where Time's people all get it There's always room here, for one more crazy idjit. How many Waiters out there know what I'm gettin' at? Who thinks it's wrong that we've turned into ding-bats? Well, if you do, there's OTT and you're not down with it But if you don't -- well here's your membership... You down with OTT? yeah, you know me... You down with OTT? Insanity! You down with OTT? yeah, you know me... Who's down with OTT? Every last Waiter, see?
Posted on 2013-05-08 00:38.
The Waiting goes on; when will it end? The river of Time flows through our life, though nothing is done to make it bend. We welcome each small joy, 'midst the strife Each moment spent in the wait for It -- A droplet from a deep sea. Each swig of water, so vile with salt, is spit to return to the source, wide and big. We cannot see what will come of it; no meaning is found. Care? It does not. Still, hurting comes too, from what gets hit and missing some; still it ruins with rot. But onward our wants drive us to wait for knowledge and hope and long life, too. Yet always we know that our own fate, will someday end. Yes, that fact is true.
Posted on 2013-05-13 20:54.
Rhyme-o-run, sun-o-gun! j-j-j dav-id-son! Seems to me, that I see, Something that's fun! So to run and try one; Dactylrhymination! It may be, insanity, but... least it's done.
Posted on 2013-05-20 18:14.
There once was a poster named Ebonite who's limerick has just one oversight It's written all purty, but just isn't dirty; It needs "boobies" or "penis" to look right.
Posted on 2013-05-20 18:30.
There once was a Time Waiter named Sciscitor, Who came up with an OTT info-score. It started a debate when the number, most great, was given to a doofus Strato-raptor.
Posted on 2013-05-21 04:58.
I saw a chain of chainsaws in Dracomax's long claws. He was heading for the Ent; the Ent with a head that bent. I saw intent for the saws!
Posted on 2013-05-22 20:30.