The tide of battle has turned against you. Your numbers dwindle, but your opponents' do not.
Your commander has drawn the last of you together, fatigued and weak and broken, to rally for one final charge.
As you rush glorious to certain death on the battlefield, what is your warcry?
F**k it all
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhgoddamn it this is exhausting."
So Luuv hooked me up with a custom rank.
Which means I only have two more prizes to claim, plus an image sig.
So that's where we stand.
Cuz freal, if i'm gonna go down...
am I smilin enough? am I smilin too much? am I tucked in and buckled, do my tits touch? hi, how are you, how high are you?
less teeth and more tits its never enough. you'll never be good enough.
"I HAVE AIDS soifyoucutmeyoumightgetaidsbloodonyoubecause I HAVE AIDS"