Post by lofora on May 30, 2012 18:43:33 GMT -6
You are now INCREDIBLY PRETENTIOUS.
Your name is LOFORA SALEMA, and you are the CHILLEST CHICK IN THE OCEAN. You are SIX SWEEPS OLD and about ready to sit down and APPRECIATE SOME ART, until you stop where you are, look around, and realize that you have just SPACED OUT. You need some time to meditate and REFOCUS YOUR INNER LIFE FORCES, but that will come in due time.
You absolutely love ART, especially ART THAT NOBODY HAS HEARD OF. Sometimes, you CREATE YOUR OWN just to BURN it because it is AWFUL and STRANGELY CATHARTIC, both the act of creating and destroying. How do you burn things underwater, one may ask? Hee hee hee. You will never tell them, because you're SECRETIVE. You used to do LOADS AND LOADS OF DRUGS, but you've since stopped and have been living a nice, clean life. Except the CACTUS JUICE. That comes from your WEAPON when it breaks. But that doesn't matter. Your CACTUS ROOM, located above the water, takes care of that for you. On another note, you have no qualms against FANTROLLING, however your choices of just who to fantroll are rather FICKLE.
You don't necessarily dislike the lowbloods, you more wish to study how they act and react. Because, let's face it, they are the most unlucky trolls in all of Alternia. Sucks to be them. But, you're fine, because you have FINS AND SUCH. It's a nice life. You're glad you're NOT ONE OF THEM, though you wouldn't say that to maintain PEACE AND UNITY, whatever peace and unity may exist.
You are currently in your RESPITEBLOCK, which consists of violet-shaded walls, an inordinate amount of movie posters for FILMS ONLY YOU HAVE HEARD OF, your SOUNDSYSTEM and your HUSKTOP. The soundsystem is currently LIGHTLY PURRING WITH THE SWEET MELODIES OF AMBIENT DREAM POP. Exquisite. You close your eyes, but nobody knows you just did that because of your SWEET UNDERWATER PICTURESHADES, currently displaying COLORFUL CORALS. However, you are alone, as JELLYDAD stepped out for a moment, rendering that cool factor NULL. You hope he doesn't get carried away by the current again. It was SUCH A HASSLE to bring him back last time.
You consider yourself a SPIRIT GUIDE, someone to give LIFE COACHING to. Why? Because you are blessed with the ability to be EXTREMELY FUCKING CHILL ALL THE TIME. You fancy it IRONIC for a troll to be so INCREDIBLY CHILL. But even being SO VERY CHILL, you often get LONELY and wish for someone to begin trolling you. That feeling passes, as do all in a circle of emotion, and you are back to your SLIGHTLY-AMUSED STATE OF APATHY.
Your friends know you as barbaryShaman. You tend to ✯ speeaak sl∞wlyy aand wiithh aa hhiint ∞ff seelff-iimp∞rtaancee.
What do you do?
Your name is LOFORA SALEMA, and you are the CHILLEST CHICK IN THE OCEAN. You are SIX SWEEPS OLD and about ready to sit down and APPRECIATE SOME ART, until you stop where you are, look around, and realize that you have just SPACED OUT. You need some time to meditate and REFOCUS YOUR INNER LIFE FORCES, but that will come in due time.
You absolutely love ART, especially ART THAT NOBODY HAS HEARD OF. Sometimes, you CREATE YOUR OWN just to BURN it because it is AWFUL and STRANGELY CATHARTIC, both the act of creating and destroying. How do you burn things underwater, one may ask? Hee hee hee. You will never tell them, because you're SECRETIVE. You used to do LOADS AND LOADS OF DRUGS, but you've since stopped and have been living a nice, clean life. Except the CACTUS JUICE. That comes from your WEAPON when it breaks. But that doesn't matter. Your CACTUS ROOM, located above the water, takes care of that for you. On another note, you have no qualms against FANTROLLING, however your choices of just who to fantroll are rather FICKLE.
You don't necessarily dislike the lowbloods, you more wish to study how they act and react. Because, let's face it, they are the most unlucky trolls in all of Alternia. Sucks to be them. But, you're fine, because you have FINS AND SUCH. It's a nice life. You're glad you're NOT ONE OF THEM, though you wouldn't say that to maintain PEACE AND UNITY, whatever peace and unity may exist.
You are currently in your RESPITEBLOCK, which consists of violet-shaded walls, an inordinate amount of movie posters for FILMS ONLY YOU HAVE HEARD OF, your SOUNDSYSTEM and your HUSKTOP. The soundsystem is currently LIGHTLY PURRING WITH THE SWEET MELODIES OF AMBIENT DREAM POP. Exquisite. You close your eyes, but nobody knows you just did that because of your SWEET UNDERWATER PICTURESHADES, currently displaying COLORFUL CORALS. However, you are alone, as JELLYDAD stepped out for a moment, rendering that cool factor NULL. You hope he doesn't get carried away by the current again. It was SUCH A HASSLE to bring him back last time.
You consider yourself a SPIRIT GUIDE, someone to give LIFE COACHING to. Why? Because you are blessed with the ability to be EXTREMELY FUCKING CHILL ALL THE TIME. You fancy it IRONIC for a troll to be so INCREDIBLY CHILL. But even being SO VERY CHILL, you often get LONELY and wish for someone to begin trolling you. That feeling passes, as do all in a circle of emotion, and you are back to your SLIGHTLY-AMUSED STATE OF APATHY.
Your friends know you as barbaryShaman. You tend to ✯ speeaak sl∞wlyy aand wiithh aa hhiint ∞ff seelff-iimp∞rtaancee.
What do you do?
(Totally ganked the format from others. But whatever. Whee activity~? Suggest away!
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