KILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILL

12604 hours bro what you got my hours +10000. what r u cookin. think of the money you could have if you spent that time working.

This guy plays LAN!

go birds

FOR ANY STUFF OR PART OF ROSEPUNK, EVEN ANY SCANTLING OF YOUR SOUL, IS ROSEPUNK, NO MORE, BUT IS NOW, ITSELF, THE SEA.

DAMN YE! LET NEPTUNE STRIKE YE DEAD, ROSEPUNK! HAAAARK! HARK! TRITON! HARK! BELLOW, BID OUR FATHER THE SEA KING, RISE FROM THE DEPTHS, FULL-FOUL IN HIS FURY, BLACK WAVES TEEMING WITH SALT-FOAM, TO SMOTHER THIS YOUNG MOUTH WITH PUNGENT SLIME, TO CHOKE YE, ENGORGING YOUR ORGANS 'TIL YE TURN BLUE AND BLOATED WITH BILGE AND BRINE AND CAN SCREAM NO MORE... ONLY WHEN HE, CROWNED, IN COCKLE SHELLS, WITH SLITHERIN, TENTACLED TAIL AND STEAMING BEARD, TAKE UP HIS, BE FINNED ARM, HIS CORAL-TINED TRIDENT SCREECHES BANSHEE-LIKE IN THE TEMPEST, AND PLUNGES RIGHT THROUGH YER GULLET! BURSTING YE, A BULGING BLADDER NO MORE, BUT A BLASTED BLOODY FILM NOW, A NOTHING FOR THE HARPIES AND THE SOULS OF DEAD SAILORS TO PECK AND CLAW AND FEED UPON ONLY TO BE LAPPED UP AND SWALLOWED BY THE INFINITE WATERS OF THE DREAD EMPEROR HIMSELF. FORGOTTEN TO ANY MAN, TO ANY TIME, FORGOTTEN TO ANY GOD OR DEVIL, FORGOTTEN, EVEN TO THE SEA.