Haters be like--Them: OH!? SO I SEE YOU SHIP FICTONAL CHARACTERS WITH THEIR SIBLINGS! THAT MEANS YOU'RE A SICK PERSON! I HATE YOU!More Like This
Me: ....seriously....this is the internet, you fools...
Them: MARIO IS MENTAL, YOU DUMBASS! I'M UNWATCHING YOU!
Me: ....I said, we're on the Internet...nothing is true here...
Them: NINTENDO IS THE ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED!
Me: Uh....I don't know how to even....
Them: MARIO DOESN'T DESERVE PEACH! I DO!
Me: IT'S CALLED FICTION, YOU BASTARDS!
The Trophy Collectora Smash Bros. storyMore Like This
Warning: character death ahead
Straighten that arm out... Smooth out your dress... Oop, wipe away that spill. There. Beautiful.
The trophy collector stepped back from the display table to admire its newest addition. The holder of wisdom, yes, he could easily see the three trademark triangles decorating the back of her right hand. Even in death, she was stunning, her regal features framed by flowing hazel tresses and an ornate headpiece. The trophy collector gently brushed a small speck of dirt off one of her shoulder pauldrons.
"R.O.B., could you please come here?"
The trophy collector's assistant wheeled itself over. Its eye-lens focused on the one unlabeled trophy lying still on the display.
"Name tag for the new trophy, sir?" R.O.B. inquired.
The robot nodded in response, pulling open a drawer and plucking from it an empty gold plate, n
I shouldn't like youYour steps enslave me,More Like This
Your beauty hurts my eyes,
Your smile burns my heart,
Your eyes murder me,
Your voice punishes me,
Your dance bleeds me,
I shouldn't like you, but I do.