-- intangibleGamer [IG] began trolling terminallyCapricious [TC] at 20:17 --
IG: ohai gammy!
TC: honk.
TC: HONK.
TC: honk.
TC: HONK.
TC: :o)
IG: ? why r u typing different today?
TC: Do:
TC: do you want to know where the miracles go?
TC: THE MIRACLES GO?
TC: the miracles go?
TC: DO YOU WANT TO MOTHERFUCKIN KNOW WHERE THE MIRACLES GO.
TC: where they go.
TC: TO DIE.
IG: =O where do the miracles go, gammy?
TC: :o) honk honk.
IG: wh... why would the miracles die?
TC: BECAUSE I UP AND SHOWED THEM MY MAGICAL DANCE.
TC: the dance i prance.
TC: A JESTER'S FUCKIN DANCE.
IG: also sry if im slow. i tried the pie u told me about last nite & broke my arm!
TC: i showed them all a nice little dance.
TC: AS I HELD THEIR ENTRAILS UP HIGH.
IG: =O u dance now t
IG: what? that doesnt sound happy...
IG: iz sumthing wrong gammy? u r talking kinda weird!
TC: do you want to know what music they made?
TC: WHAT MUSIC THEY MADE.
TC: what music they made...
TC: DO YOU WISH TO KNOW THE SCREAMS OF GODS THEY PRAYED.
IG: yes? maybe...
TC: as i tore them limb from limb.
IG: D: why r u tearing ppl apart? thats not nice!
TC: DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHERE MIRACLES DIE?
TC: look into my eye.
TC: SEE THEM CRY?!
TC: do you want to know the sorrows i supply?
TC: IN MY MOTHERFUCKING DARK CARNIVAL.
TC: heheheheh.
TC: HAHAHAHAHA.
IG: gammy ur starting to scare me...
IG: ur sounding rly mean! r u in a bad mood?
TC: well let me tell you how i sing and paint.
TC: SPREADING THE TENDRILS OF THE CARNIVAL'S TAINT.
TC: all across this motherfucking veil i hide.
TC: AND PAINT WITH THE MIRTH OF THOSE THAT HAVE DIED.
TC: do you wish to see my paintings?
TC: MY PAINTING?!
TC: my motherfucking paintings.
IG: um sure?
IG: i like seeing art!
IG: i just hope its not creepy...
IG: cause ur kinda being creepy
TC: DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE MIRACLES DRIPPING.
TC: from their corpses...
TC: YES BECAUSE I USE THEM FOR MY PAINTINGS.
TC: his paintings.
TC: HIS PAINTINGS!
IG: i dont wanna see corpses!
TC: heheh, i use them for my paintings because they're warm and colorful.
TC: THE MIRACLES DRIP FROM MY PRONGS WITH A SPLAT ATTACK.
TC: is that a fact?
TC: FROM THE BONES I'VE CRACKED.
TC: i grind them up into bits and pieces to make.
TC: MY SPECIAL STARDUST.
TC: :o)
IG: whos paintings? iz sumone making u hurt ppl? im confused...
IG: gammy ur being rly scary iz this a poem or sumthing?
TC: well well, you've heard my song.
TC: THE SONG OF RAGE.
TC: the song of scathes.
TC: AND THE SONG OF CRAVES.
TC: my song lusts for blood, brother.
TC: UNTIL THE END OF MOTHERFUCKING DAYS.
IG: its a scary song! but kinda kool but how does it lust for blood?
TC: now ask yourself, with a passing thought.
TC: WHAT MIRACLES WILL BE FUCKING WROUGHT.
TC: on your body when i find you here.
TC: AND LOOK AT MY BIG TOOTHED SNEER.
TC: what will you feel when i find you, brother?
IG: my body? what? r u going to hurt me gammy?
TC: SUCH ENDLESS AGONY YOU'LL WISH TO BE ON ANOTHER.
TC: plane of existence, away from this.
TC: OR BLIPPED OUT TO SOME ETERNAL BLISS.
TC: pray i do not find you, but don't do that.
IG: i though we were friends! wut happened to everything being miracles & chill?
TC: BECAUSE WE ARE YOUR GODS, MOTHERFUCKER, AND I WILL CRUSH YOU FLAT.
TC: do you like what i have written?
IG: um its rly scary... did u mean all of that?
TC: EVERY WORD.
TC: :o)
TC: Do:
IG: r u hurting ppl gammy? & r u going to hurt me too? tahts not very nice!
TC: i'll be seeing everyone at my carnival.
TC: ONCE IN A LIFETIME EXPERIENCE.
TC: i'll be seeing you at my carnival.
TC: AND RIP THE MIRACLES FROM YOUR FLESH.
TC: honk.
TC: HONK.
TC: honk.