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Daninski wrote:This is my MX3. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My MX3 is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. My MX3, without me, is useless. Without my MX3, I am useless. I must fire up my MX3 true. I must drive straighter than any Honda driver who is trying to own me. I must own him before he owns me.
Daninski wrote:This is my MX3. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My MX3 is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. My MX3, without me, is useless. Without my MX3, I am useless. I must fire up my MX3 true. I must drive straighter than any Honda driver who is trying to own me. I must own him before he owns me.
SuperK wrote:once upon a time, there was a know it all bratty boy called, "disty"
Disty thought he could do everything. he thought he could spin round and round, tell others where they needed to be while he was spinning, and also be a little pyromaniac at the same time.
Granted he could spin just as well as the rest of them, he was no good at lighting things up. He carried around a little lighter that was almost out of fuel, and he could barely even get it to spark.
Eventually Disty met a friend who could finally put up with him, called Hei. It was a weird name so everyone called him, "Blaster" instead. He was a good pyromaniac, but a bad spinner.
In fact, he was soo good, he had his own flamethrower.
So when they would play together, Disty would spin and spin and spin, while Blaster torched the s--t out of everything at precisely the right time.
The End.