Happy Hallow's Eve, humans.
Tommorrow's my big day, so I thought I'd come early, scope the place out and make myself comfortable. Oh my goodness, where are my manners... my name is @Rotten Jack, the mightiest jack o' lanern in all the pumpkin patch.
You see, I'm here for revenge. I spent my formative weeks on the vine blissfully daydreaming of my future. "I could be anything," they said. "You are your own pumpkin!" Rubbish! All we are is a canvas for humans to gut and carve for their annual rituals! It's what we're grown for! I'll never forget the evening I was carved. They dug out my insides and gave me this gastly face. And the candle, how it burns.
They placed me on their stoop, like a head on a staff. I was mocked by passers by. Their laughs echoed in my burning husk. Days passed as the sun baked my skin and I began to rot.
One night, a group of teenagers approached me. They cackled like hyenas as one raised his foot with intent to crush me like a tin can.
"No more," I said to myself. The burning rage inside me unleashed as I began to rapidly grow, spewing hot flames from my mouth and eyes. I wrapped my newly formed tentacle vines around the teenager's ankle and shoveled him into my mouth. His screams echoed as his body turned to ash while his cohorts scattered like roaches.
Good times.
Anyway, I've decided to take revenge upon humanity in the form of wreaking havoc upon your pitiful forum and making you lot do my bidding.
Everything will go just fine so long as none of you touch the bomb icon at the bottom of my posts.
I'm serious.
Oh by the way, you may remember me as Pumpkidd31 on MFGG, I'm from 2007
Tommorrow's my big day, so I thought I'd come early, scope the place out and make myself comfortable. Oh my goodness, where are my manners... my name is @Rotten Jack, the mightiest jack o' lanern in all the pumpkin patch.
You see, I'm here for revenge. I spent my formative weeks on the vine blissfully daydreaming of my future. "I could be anything," they said. "You are your own pumpkin!" Rubbish! All we are is a canvas for humans to gut and carve for their annual rituals! It's what we're grown for! I'll never forget the evening I was carved. They dug out my insides and gave me this gastly face. And the candle, how it burns.
They placed me on their stoop, like a head on a staff. I was mocked by passers by. Their laughs echoed in my burning husk. Days passed as the sun baked my skin and I began to rot.
One night, a group of teenagers approached me. They cackled like hyenas as one raised his foot with intent to crush me like a tin can.
"No more," I said to myself. The burning rage inside me unleashed as I began to rapidly grow, spewing hot flames from my mouth and eyes. I wrapped my newly formed tentacle vines around the teenager's ankle and shoveled him into my mouth. His screams echoed as his body turned to ash while his cohorts scattered like roaches.
Good times.
Anyway, I've decided to take revenge upon humanity in the form of wreaking havoc upon your pitiful forum and making you lot do my bidding.
Everything will go just fine so long as none of you touch the bomb icon at the bottom of my posts.
I'm serious.
Oh by the way, you may remember me as Pumpkidd31 on MFGG, I'm from 2007