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He can't run, he's too fat! If anything, he should motivate himself to lose the pounds through the fact that no surgeon will operate on his tiny dick at his weight.

I felt sorry for him for a while, but now I'm thinking this is all fetish material for him (par for the course in this thread). I think he gets off on humiliation. Almost all of his drama has revolved around self-induced embarrassment:
  • Posting about the small size of his penis despite claiming that he doesn't like people to know
  • Posting pictures of his fat, disgusting body, knowing that it's fat and disgusting
  • Apologizing for lying about being trans and plural and begging for forgiveness
  • Denying that he could ever be as beautiful and womanly as true and honest trans women like Kevin
  • Etc.
This list could also be interpreted as fishing for sympathy and denial of his own pathetic nature, but I don't get that sense from him. Kevin's responses, disagreeing with Mode's negative talk, never seem to be what Mode is looking for. And Mode said that he has "ruined friendships" through his bullshit but clearly has no intention of stopping.

IDK, I don't think he's as sympathetic a figure as he initially appears to be. I guess it's hard to look bad when the alternative to you is Kevin.

He is also a 30 year old man (although he comes across as younger) :(

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let's fucking gooooooo

more gross diaper shit
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"sapphic frotting" is my fav phrase of the week
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c o p e
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shut up mom this is who i am
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politicking
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oversharing
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RageTheBat huh? wonder what that will turn up...
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link / archive / partial gallery archive

i guess it turns up some really autistic shit from Kevin as a teenager - the deviantart is 16 years old, so that must put Kevin in his mid to late teens for most of this (and there's a ton of artism on his page, archiving can't seem to capture the full gallery, so dive in while it's hot)
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guess this explains his more recent "RageTreb" username
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there's his signature
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more of my personal favs from this trove of autism
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"I don't suffer from insanity-- I enjoy every minute of it." - how eerily foreshadowing

teenage Kevin pics
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what a ride

in other important news, there's trouble on the ranch homefront 🏳️‍🌈

Bonnie is not coping
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which appears to be the result of the ranch financhu crisis, surprising nobody
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someone theorized in this thread that they were running drugs, guess all options are on the table

the ol' bait and switch
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the grift thickens! i wonder how much they're going to beg for next?


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Oh, baby, you have found gold. The very reason that dweebs like Kevin transition is because they hate themselves and hope they can become another person and erase their past, so each and every delicious morsel of their past that we find is another reason for them to sperg out. Good work.
 
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more gross diaper shit
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"sapphic frotting" is my fav phrase of the week
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c o p e
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shut up mom this is who i am
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politicking
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oversharing
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RageTheBat huh? wonder what that will turn up...
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link / archive / partial gallery archive

i guess it turns up some really autistic shit from Kevin as a teenager - the deviantart is 16 years old, so that must put Kevin in his mid to late teens for most of this (and there's a ton of artism on his page, archiving can't seem to capture the full gallery, so dive in while it's hot)
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guess this explains his more recent "RageTreb" username
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there's his signature
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more of my personal favs from this trove of autism
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"I don't suffer from insanity-- I enjoy every minute of it." - how eerily foreshadowing

teenage Kevin pics
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what a ride

in other important news, there's trouble on the ranch homefront 🏳️‍🌈

Bonnie is not coping
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which appears to be the result of the ranch financhu crisis, surprising nobody
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someone theorized in this thread that they were running drugs, guess all options are on the table

the ol' bait and switch
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the grift thickens! i wonder how much they're going to beg for next?


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He used to like Neil Gaiman, Charles Dickens, Edgar Allen Poe, and Flogging Molly? They're standard-issue geek things, sure, but even listing them shows more character and personality than the filth he spews nowadays.

Also lol: Deviant for 16 years
 
oversharing
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RageTheBat huh? wonder what that will turn up...
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link / archive / partial gallery archive

i guess it turns up some really autistic shit from Kevin as a teenager - the deviantart is 16 years old, so that must put Kevin in his mid to late teens for most of this (and there's a ton of artism on his page, archiving can't seem to capture the full gallery, so dive in while it's hot)
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guess this explains his more recent "RageTreb" username
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there's his signature
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more of my personal favs from this trove of autism
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"I don't suffer from insanity-- I enjoy every minute of it." - how eerily foreshadowing

teenage Kevin pics
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what a ride
And that little boy who no one liked grew up to be... Am Hole! And now you know The Rest Of The Story!
 
let's fucking gooooooo

more gross diaper shit
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"sapphic frotting" is my fav phrase of the week
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c o p e
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shut up mom this is who i am
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politicking
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oversharing
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RageTheBat huh? wonder what that will turn up...
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link / archive / partial gallery archive

i guess it turns up some really autistic shit from Kevin as a teenager - the deviantart is 16 years old, so that must put Kevin in his mid to late teens for most of this (and there's a ton of artism on his page, archiving can't seem to capture the full gallery, so dive in while it's hot)
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guess this explains his more recent "RageTreb" username
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there's his signature
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more of my personal favs from this trove of autism
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"I don't suffer from insanity-- I enjoy every minute of it." - how eerily foreshadowing

teenage Kevin pics
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what a ride

in other important news, there's trouble on the ranch homefront 🏳️‍🌈

Bonnie is not coping
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which appears to be the result of the ranch financhu crisis, surprising nobody
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someone theorized in this thread that they were running drugs, guess all options are on the table

the ol' bait and switch
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the grift thickens! i wonder how much they're going to beg for next?


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It's also funny how when the person goes "talk it out with the ranch" the nigga doesn't even pretend that he will. The Troon Ranch is a home for ugly gay dudes who don't even seem to like each other.
I really feel like they hate Kevin. You'd think they weren't even living together going by Kevin's tweets. His boyfriend is having bad thoughts, Meanwhile, Kevin is thirst posting, making videos and showing off his ever growing collection of toys he's going to break. What an amazing "girlfriend".
 
Behold! The literary gift of autismo!

LIGHT


I never really liked the night. It always scared me, for as long as I could remember. The door to my room has been open every night with a crack of light shining on my sleepy face, for the past thirteen years.
If you must know, I’m Timothy Jay Gurtz. Silly name? No duh. My last name has been a social burden for me every year I’ve been in school. Sounds like a mouth wash brand. Maybe I’m destined to make mouth wash when I grow older. Who knows? Since I believe in destiny, that very well may be the case.
Most of my life, when I was scared or nervous, I made up stories. I probably had a hundred or so tales crammed in my head, all about worlds and places I’ve never been. Just something I’d thought I’d share, since it was an important part of my life.
Anyway, back in the real world, it was a dark and stormy night. I usually hate stories that start that way. No imagination to them at all. But it truly was dark, darker than usual, and it was raining as hard as it ever was at my house. The moon and all the stars seemed to be on holiday, and I had all the lights on in the house. Every last one. My mom was out for the night, and my dad had been dead for three years. So I was alone. Alone and with the only thing guarding me a poodle in the back yard. Her name was Snuffles. Don’t look at me, I didn’t name her. She used to be my sister’s, but she had since moved out. Now the damn dog just sleeps and eats us out of house and home.
I was sitting in the den, a blanket over my head, and watching a quiet T.V. I was terrified I won’t lie. I started telling myself a story I was making up for a little while. It was about a brave warrior fighting a curse put upon him by an evil wizard. So far in the story he had fought dragons and monsters trying to find a cure. Currently he was in the vile swamp of Norch. He ran into three gnomes that took him in from the cold… Then the phone rang. I don’t know what it is about phones, but they always make me jump when they ring, especially on dark and stormy nights. Tonight was no exception. I answered. It was my mom, asking me to feed the dog. She must have forgotten, as it wasn’t usually my job to feed the mutt. I agreed, since I didn’t like to argue with her.
I stepped outside noticing that the rain had stopped, but regardless my hands were still shaking, spilling some dog food from the dish. I had a flashlight; the only one in the whole house, but it was slowly dying, and I couldn’t find any batteries. I walked to the doghouse cautiously. The dog was a wimp; I wasn’t afraid of her. But since we lived in front of a huge forest, I feared that a bear or even rabid raccoon might have been watching me. I decided to put it out of my head. The doghouse wasn’t far (Although when you’re scared, everything is a mile and a half away), and I just had to place the dish down and dash back to the house.
The dog was sleeping, as usual, but got up and barked when it saw its food coming. I tried to shush it, for fear of a deer being spooked and galloping out of the bushes, sealing my doom, but the dog was stubborn as she was stupid. I threw the dish down, cursing at the damn mutt, but the dog kept barking. That’s when I noticed that the dog wasn’t barking at me. Whatever got her riled up was behind me in the forest. For what seemed like eternity I debated whether to turn around or not, fearing that my deer fantasy might have been breathing down my neck, but I gathered my courage, and turned around.
Thanking the stars, I saw that it wasn’t some deer or bear, but simply a faint light coming out of the trees about maybe three miles away. Although we lived on a large hill, in a clearing, I couldn’t see over the trees properly to see what was causing the light. It seemed to be flickering, like firelight, but the light was greenish in hue, so the fire idea was put out of my head.
I didn’t know what to do. I got my curiosity from my dad’s side, and all my life I’ve been almost adventurous in my search for things I didn’t understand, even if it involved things that scared me.
I decided, against all my best judgment, that I’d go in search of what was causing the light. It was only a few miles away, and I could take the dog, which at least would bark if some impending doom were upon us. So I picked up the dog, whacked my flashlight for a better glow, and started off.
I knew the forest fairly well, as I’d go adventuring through it when I was younger. But I had never gone as far as where the light was, and even if I had; everything is different at night. I might have well been exploring the jungles of Peru it was so different-looking (Does Peru have jungles?).
The flashlight was actually pretty helpful. Sure, it flickered and was probably ten times brighter with proper batteries, but had I been walking in total darkness I would have turned back.
Just then, Snuffles growled. At first, I wasn’t worried. She’d bark if it were something dangerous, so I assumed a squirrel was annoying her in the trees. But the growling persisted; even got louder. I asked her what it was, as if she could answer, but she just stared through the trees to my left. I turned, and tried to shine my flashlight at the mystery animal or object, but my source of light decided that it was done for the night, and switched off. I whacked it repeatedly, but it was no use. The thing was dead. And I was at least a half a mile through a forest I didn’t recognize.
I was so preoccupied with my flashlight situation that I, for a second, forgot about the mystery beast in the bushes next to me. That all changed, for in the midst of my semi-panic, the bushes rustled.
I jumped ten feet in the air, it seemed. But before I could make heads or tails of what the heck it was that made me practically wet myself, it dashed out of the bushes, and sped right by me, the wind of it’s haste blowing me over. It was the strangest thing in the world, and here’s why: I felt the monster zoom right by me. Had it had fur or scales, I would have felt them against my jacket. But I didn’t see a thing. It might as well been a gigantic gust of wind that blew me over, but I knew in my gut that it was some invisible monster that caused my fall.
I was down, but not out. I still had my dumb dog, and since she stopped growling, and was stupidly digging next to me in the dirt, I assumed the threat was gone.
So I had to decide. I could try to go back home, but it was so dark that I’d most certainly take a wrong turn and get lost. Then I though of the light. That was something tangible that would guide me to something or other… maybe a party, or some bug-light from an RV. They might even have a phone, to call my mom and tell her not to worry. Sure I’d have to sleep with strangers; maybe even outside, but at least I wouldn’t be lost in the woods.
So it was decided. I’d go toward the light and see what fate dealt me. I started off into the woods once more.
My flight to the eerie green glow in the middle of the forest wasn’t impeded much more that night. Snuffles had to piddle twice, and I dropped my flashlight fumbling with her (I still had to carry her), breaking it. Other than that, I made it to the green glow without much trouble.
Since I truly had no clue what was the light was, I decided to get on all fours and crawl through the foliage to see what it was. I crept on the ground, getting muddy and wet, and peered through the leaves.
If I told you exactly what I saw, and you believed every word, and had the same picture in your head as what I saw that night, you might even scream right here, right now. For what I saw was the strangest thing any boy or man or woman has ever seen.
First of all, it was a campfire. It was a large campfire, maybe more suitably described as a bonfire, as the flames were at least ten feet tall. But the people sitting around it were the strangest part of all, for the firelight seemed to reveal them. As hard as it is to imagine, had the firelight not been there, they would have been invisible. So, in essence, the firelight flickered and flicked their image as the fire danced over their bodies. It would be assumed that the backs of their bodies would be invisible, had I seen one of them from the back, but they were sitting in a semi-circle all facing me.
The campers were not human. Not even alien, as this story would make a great Weekly World News front-pager. I guess what you would call them would be creatures of fantasy, but no storybook had ever described these creatures.
The first, and largest, was what you might call a giant, but he was only about ten feet tall, and I was sure that most giants I had read about were at least fifty. The weird thing about this character was that his head was no bigger than my fist. His shoulders were like two beach balls on his bulky frame, so his head was quite out of proportion. From what I could see of his head, he had the biggest sloping forehead I’d ever seen, and three hairs protruded from his thick skull. He was what you’d assume to be the idiot of the bunch, if you grew up watching Bugs Bunny cartoons. He was mostly naked, aside from a tan loincloth practically thrown over his privates. He was sitting Indian style, a giant club lying next to him.
The second creature was the smallest (About a foot high), and probably the most bizarre. His body was that of a human, green in hue (Although they all had a greenish glow, naturally) and spotted with what seemed like pimples. His head floated above his body, almost like a balloon with no string. His head was that of a purple steer, which suggested that the head he wore was not his own. He was standing, as if determined to be as tall as he could amongst his companions.
The third was most certainly an elf. The ears and clothing was the kind of thing that would make Tolkien blush. But the eyes were so large, almost bug-like; you would think that he wasn’t always an elf. The eyes were purple, and quite human looking, but they protruded from his head so frog-like that ‘human’ would be the last word you’d use. He was lying on his back, looking at the stars (Which was weird, because there were none).
The next monster was something that suggested a tyrannosaurus rex, except only maybe six feet long. The legs of this beast were grasshopper-like, and his eyes were reminiscent of a snail or slug. His tail curled in a chameleon fashion, only upward, and was covered with thousands of seemingly sharp scales. He was sitting, if you’d call it that, as his legs would make it hard to sit in any fashion.
The last character rivaled the giant in size, but was most certainly shorter. He was yellow, and the only way to determine that was the fact that he gave off his own sort of glow, that seemed to be on a dimmer switch, as it was a smaller glow than the alien fire’s. He looked like a yellow ball with extremely lanky arms and legs thrown on. His nose was so long and large it was almost cartoon-y, and his smile was so jolly it worked it’s way up to where his eyes would be, had he had any. He was sitting back, with one knee up, practically giggling to himself with glee.
I didn’t know what to do. This was the end of the line, and I wasn’t sure if these creatures were hostile or not. I decided to listen in on what they were saying (They seemed to be having a light conversation; something I overlooked at first) and see if they seemed dangerous or not.

“I don’t care what you say, this place it lovely.” Said the frog-elf.
“You would say that, wouldn’t you? You’re the only optimistic one in this bunch.” Grunted the giant.
“I tend to agree with him; this is like my forest back home.” Piped in the steer man.
“Oh do shut up. You know that’s your head talking. You’ve never been near a forest in your life.” The giant said.
“Well this steer has, and so have I, in a way.”
Well that was shocking. This green, pimpled creature evidently stole heads! That seemed dangerous enough, but I decided to listen more.

“We’re only visiting, anyway,” Croaked the grasshopper rex, “We’ll be out of here by morning.”
“It was fun, though, wasn’t it?” Giggled the ball man, “All those weird creatures we saw… so amazing!”
“Well, I’ve had enough.” Groaned the giant, “If it were up to me, we’d leave immediately. This place gives me the creeps.”
“We know you’re afraid of humans,” Said the grasshopper rex, “But you had to come; the king wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re the strongest in our world.”
“Don’t mean to be a bother,” Said the frog elf, “But if we’re to keep our mission secret, we’d best put out this fire.”
“What are you getting at?” Said the giant.
“There’s a human boy watching us in the bushes. I suppose he’s heard everything. Fetch him, would you, Sunny?”
“My pleasure,” Chuckled the ball man, evidently named Sunny.

The elf saw me. Which was odd since the whole conversation he was looking at the non-existent stars. Sunny got up, and walked toward me. I would have ran, like Snuffles was doing right then, but I was frozen in my tracks. As he walked away from the fire, he became invisible. He grabbed me by my collar, and sat me down in front the fire.
While the fire made these creatures visible, as I looked down at my body, it seemed to make what it saw of me invisible! Shocked and confused, I sat rooted on the spot, staring at the fire.
“Well, introduce yourself, you silly human,” Said the steer man, “Or is it polite in your world to sit there gaping?”
“I-I’m Tim. Timothy. Timothy Jay Gurtz.” I stuttered.
“Well, Tim-Timothy-Timothy-Jay-Gurtz, what brings you here on this fine night?” Said Sunny.
“What? Oh, no… it’s just Tim. Tim is my name.”
“Alright ‘Tim’, why are you here?” Said the steer man.
“Well, I saw your campfire from my house and got curious.”
The group gasped, minus the elf.
“I told you not to make it so big,” Sighed the frog elf, still looking at the invisible stars.
“Oh don’t worry, my house is the only one within miles. I doubt anyone else saw.” I said, “And anyway, what about you guys? What are your names? And if you don’t mind me asking, what are you?” I was gaining courage, as these creatures seemed to be friendly.
“I am Knix.” Said the giant, “I hail from the north, in the valley of the Pinheads. I am the leader of my tribe, and the tallest of all Pinheads.”
“And I am Engytook.” Said the steer man, “I am from the tribe of purple Steermen that rome the evergreen forest of the south.”
“You’re head’s talking again.” Grunted Knix.
“Sorry,” Apologized Engytook, “While my name is Engytook, I am not a Steerman. I am a head-thief from the east desert of Knob. Like all of my kin, I steal heads and keep them until they rot away, then steal a new one. But don’t worry. I’ve been instructed to keep away from human heads on this mission.”
“I am Tik.” Said the frog elf, still staring up at the sky, “I am from the changeling tribe in the west. While I appear elfish, alas, I am not. Human eyes cannot conceive my true form, so I chose an elf for this mission.”
“And I am Taken.” Said the grasshopper rex, “I am a Tikinort also from the east, although my home resides in the swamp of Norch.”
“And finally,” Giggled the ball man, “I am Sunny. I am the sun of our world. While I am on this mission, it is eternal darkness in our world. But I needed to come. It was of the utmost importance.”
“What is your mission?” I asked Sunny.
“To explore all the known and unknown worlds of our time.” Said Sunny suddenly seriously.
“You wouldn’t understand.” Snorted Knix.
“I would to!” I said, “My people have explorers just like you. Although there aren’t very many left, as we’ve discovered most of our world, they do exist.”
“Whatever.” Grunted the giant.
“Tell me,” I said, “Why can I only see you in the firelight, and the opposite for me?”
“Well,” Said Tik, “In your world we are perceived as imaginary creatures. In fact, every imaginary friend for your children is one of us. This is a magical fire that shows us, for even our own kin cannot see each other in this world. While talking and relaxing, we prefer to see each other. As for your disappearance, I suppose you are imaginary to us, and thus invisible in our visible fire, but no human has ever ventured to our world, so it would only be a guess.”
“What is your world?” I asked.
“Nivek.” Said Taken.
“How far is it from here?” I asked.
Engytook laughed. “You couldn’t venture to our world if you tried. Humans are forbidden by every law, written and unwritten. We can travel between worlds through warp pipes, but again, humans are not allowed nor able to travel that way.”
“I’d like to go.” I said.
“Well, we’d love to take you.” Said Tik, “A human child would be quite the trophy for this mission, but again, you are not allowed. Only a royal decree from the king specifically telling us that a human would be allowed would let you go with us.”
“I see.” I said.

Just then, the fire swirled, and danced thirty feet in the air. It turned purple, orange, and then green again.

“A message from the king!” Exclaimed Taken.

The fire rested once more, and the face of a man appeared. He was old, and withered, but he seemed to have magic in every fold and wrinkle in his face. His bushy eyebrows covered his eyes, and his hair was snow-white. His lower lip was curled to suggest a pout, but I assumed this was the norm for his mouth, as his domineer was quite serious. On his head he wore a silver crown, studded with what seemed to be amethyst pieces. When he spoke, his voice rang like a silver bell, deep and beautiful.

“Where is the one who has seen more than he should?” Boomed the king.
“He is here, my lord!” Stammered Engytook. And with that, he shoved me in front of the fire.
“Come closer, my boy, my eyes aren’t what they used to be.” Murmured the king.

I took a step forward, quivering with fear. Such a kind looking man would not harm me, I knew, but such a powerful looking man was one to be feared nonetheless.

“What is your name?” He asked.
“Timothy Jay Gurtz. Just Tim.” I said.
“Well, Tim.” Said the king, “You have been selected, nay, demanded by every subject in my kingdom to come to our world and visit us. For we have all been watching you for many a year, and this mission, though the men who led it did not realize, was to find you and bring you, such a interesting and wonderful young man, to us.”
“Wow.” Was all I could say.
“Would you come to our world and teach us the ways of your storytelling?”
“I don’t know. Would I be able to come back? I would miss my mother…”
“Yes, of course. And she’d never know you were gone. For every second in your world, our world ages a hundred years. You would never be missed.”
“Then, I guess,” I said, looking back at my new friends, from Tik to Engytook, “I guess I’ll go.

The group around me cheered. They would get their trophy, and be heroes in their world.

“Then step into the fire, my boy.” Said the king.

I took one last look at the world around me, and stepped into the fire, not knowing what wondrous and amazing adventures await me…
 
let's fucking gooooooo

more gross diaper shit
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"sapphic frotting" is my fav phrase of the week
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c o p e
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shut up mom this is who i am
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politicking
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oversharing
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RageTheBat huh? wonder what that will turn up...
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i guess it turns up some really autistic shit from Kevin as a teenager - the deviantart is 16 years old, so that must put Kevin in his mid to late teens for most of this (and there's a ton of artism on his page, archiving can't seem to capture the full gallery, so dive in while it's hot)
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guess this explains his more recent "RageTreb" username
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there's his signature
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more of my personal favs from this trove of autism
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"I don't suffer from insanity-- I enjoy every minute of it." - how eerily foreshadowing

teenage Kevin pics
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what a ride

in other important news, there's trouble on the ranch homefront 🏳️‍🌈

Bonnie is not coping
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which appears to be the result of the ranch financhu crisis, surprising nobody
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someone theorized in this thread that they were running drugs, guess all options are on the table

the ol' bait and switch
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the grift thickens! i wonder how much they're going to beg for next?


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Oh, baby, you have found gold. The very reason that dweebs like Kevin transition is because they hate themselves and hope they can become another person and erase their past, so each and every delicious morsel of their past that we find is another reason for them to sperg out. Good work.


Agree, excellent work!

Bonnie's insights into Troon Ranch are such a treat. It makes Kev's frivolous spending on toys even more insane...will the orbiters/GFM donors ever wake up to the grift?
Also imagine doing a day's hard graft outside on the ranch, and coming back in to see Kevin (breathing heavily), surrounded by toys, in his expensive 'cubby'... in a fucking diaper. If it were me, it would take more than a bean burrito to take the edge off :(
 
Agree, excellent work!

Bonnie's insights into Troon Ranch are such a treat. It makes Kev's frivolous spending on toys even more insane...will the orbiters/GFM donors ever wake up to the grift?
Also imagine doing a day's hard graft outside on the ranch, and coming back in to see Kevin (breathing heavily), surrounded by toys, in his expensive 'cubby'... in a fucking diaper. If it were me, it would take more than a bean burrito to take the edge off :(
Has anyone dug up the property records? The impression generally given is that it's PhiliPenny's ranch, but Bonnie's complaining about trying to get it insured and worried about the mortgage. Maybe Penny's just the foreMAN with ranching experience? And if he's the one "protecting" Kev, will there be a mutroony on the horizon? And how would that pan out if Phil's the only one with the experience to keep the place operating?

This saga has so much potential.
 
The very reason that dweebs like Kevin transition is because they hate themselves and hope they can become another person and erase their past
Except he's not even managed to become anyone different. He's the exact same toy-hoarding, ultra-consumer, furry autist he was at 16. Other than picture quality, adult Kevin's room looks exactly as it did 15 years ago.

Also why does teen Kevin have a bunch of "Passion of the Christ" posters? I'd normally assume he was being an ironic edgy atheist, but I don't see any other "ironic decor." His room seems to be full of shit he's actually into.
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Everything aside, that's a very rough 33.
Just imagine: by that age, other people have careers. They might have a house - and a mortgage, but that's just one of those adult things. A long-term SO, maybe married, perhaps a child, too. Or, they might reject all these expectations society forces on adults and embark on a selfish journey of self-realization.

Then here's Kev-Kev, with his butchered crotch, surrounded by toys and people who probably hate him, living off of his tugboat, coomposting all day every day. It might be a comfortable existence, but with no responsibilities or achievements it's ultimately a hollow one.

All thirst and no coom makes Kevie a dull boy.
And I still feel sorry for Bonnie. Sure he's a troon, and probably a degenerate, but at least he did achieve something, which is quite uncharacteristic for the average troon.
 
Has anyone dug up the property records? The impression generally given is that it's PhiliPenny's ranch, but Bonnie's complaining about trying to get it insured and worried about the mortgage. Maybe Penny's just the foreMAN with ranching experience? And if he's the one "protecting" Kev, will there be a mutroony on the horizon? And how would that pan out if Phil's the only one with the experience to keep the place operating?

I was also wondering about Bonnie complaining about his own debt ("I'm in debt up to my eyeballs"), as if the mortgage is in his name. However I thought he's the one with ranching experience (after all he's tending the livestock), not Phillip, who had a military career. Meaning Bonnie keeps the place running and Phillip is their David Koresh.

(PS if you buy a house from a dodgy seller, start checking the roof. It's always the roof)
 
Wayback Machine isn't really working with me here so instead I'll try and archive some of his more noteworthy journals/posts. Of note are the two Q&As he did way back, if nothing else for historical sake, most of the rest is just banal mundane stuff about Pokemon and art. A part of me wants to believe his teenage libido lasted perhaps longer than it should've.
Name: Kevin
Sex: Male
Age: 16 5/6
Screen name: RageTheBat
Meaning: I once had an ifatuation with Rouge The Bat.
Siblings: 2. One younger brother (11), one older sister (25).
Status: Single and loving it.
Pets: None.


BODY ILLS AND SKILLS...

Nervous Habits: Playing with hair.
Do you bite your nails? Only for grooming purposes.
Can you raise one eyebrow at a time? Yes. Only the left, however.
Can you blow smoke rings? I don't smoke.
Can you blow spit bubbles? Yes.
Can you flare your nostrils? Yes.
Can you cross your eyes? Who can't? (Yes)
Tattoos? None (Yet)
Peircings? None (Yet)
Do you make your bed daily? No.

CLOTHES...

What goes on first, underwear or socks? Underwear.
Which shoe goes on first? Hmmm... probably the right, though it doesn't matter.
What jewelry do you wear 24/7? Watch...?
What's sexiest on the opposite sex? Boobs
Favorite Piece of Clothing: Glasses (Of the emop variaty)
Pajamas: Bob the builder

FOOD

Have you ever eaten Spam? Yes. Never again.
Favorite Ice Cream? Phish Food
How many cereals in your cabinet? Different? Like, five. All togther like seven (Damn you, Cinnamon Toast Crunch).
What utensils do you use to eat pizza? Fork.

GROOMING...

How often do you brush your teeth? Once a week, if I'm lucky.
How often do you shower/bathe? Twice a day.
How long does your shower last? Long time (Try and guess why... you won't like the answer).
If that fountain of youth existed, would you drink it? Not if I had to go back to being, like, three.
Do you swear? Yes.
Do you ever spit? Nope. Chicks dun dig that.

WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE...

Animal: Rat
Food: Mexican
Month: May (BURFDAY)
Day: Friday the 13th
Cartoon: Spongebob
Flower: Merrygold
Shoe Brand: Converse
Subject in school: Art
Color: Maroon
TV show: Insomniac
Movie: The Nightmare Before Christmas
Holiday: Christmas
Book: Watership Down

IN AND AROUND...

The CD Player: Weezer
Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows and mirrors? Yes.
What color is your bedroom? Brown X_x
Do you use an alarm clock? Yes.
Name one thing you are obsessed with: Video Games
Have you ever skinny-dipped with the opposite sex? Damn, I wish.
Ever sunbathed nude? I would scare the children. No.
Window seat or aisle? Window.

LA LA LAND...

What's your favorite sleeping position? On my side.
What kind of bed do you like? Big
Do you sleepwalk? Used to.
Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Yes.

WHICH IS BETTER...

Coke or Pepsi? Coke
Apples or Oranges? Apples
One pillow or two? Three
Deaf or blind? Blind
Pool or hot tub? Pool
Blondes or brunettes? Red-heads
Tic-Tacs or Certs? Tic-tacs (Since I have no freaking clue what Certs are)
Snooze button or jump out of bed? Snooze.
Sunrise or Sunset? Sunset
Hamburger or Cheeseburger? Cheeseburger
Morning or night? Night
Indoors or outdoors? Indoors
Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? Eve
Cake or ice cream? Ice cream
Bert or Ernie? Ernie
Spicy or Mild? Mild
Spearmint or Peppermint? Neither
Call or Write? Call
Peanut Butter or Jelly? PB
Bath or shower? Shower
Book or Movie? Movie
Green or Red apples? Green
Rain or Snow? Rain
- Name: K M Gibes
-- Birthplace: Santa Clara, CA
-- Current Location: CA, but not Santa Clara...
-- Eye Color: Stormy blue
-- Hair Color: Dirty blonde
-- Righty or Lefty: Righty
-- Zodiac Sign: Gemini
-- Innie or Outtie: Innie

-----------------DESCRIBE--------------- ---
-- Your heritage: Mostly German and Irish
-- The shoes you wore today: Cheap-o sandals
-- Your eyes: Long lashes (girls are jealous), and grey-ish blue
-- Your weakness: Kryptonite
-- Your fears: Someone finding out what I don't want them to
-- One thing you'd like to achieve: Ruler of the universe

-----------------WHAT IS------------------
-- Your thoughts first waking up: "Must... kill... alarm clock"
-- The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: Teeth, hair, and you guessed it... bewbs (though lastly, I swear)
-- The first feature you notice in the same sex *oo baby*: Hair? I dunno... you expect me to notcie these things? You want me to say their crotch? Is that what you want?
-- Your best physical feature: Eyes
-- Your bedtime: 9-ish technically... but I'm so tired on skool nights it usually ends up being 7 ><
-- Your greatest accomplishment: Meh... do I have to...?
-- Your most missed memory: If I remembered it... how can I miss it?

-----------------YOU PREFER------------------
-- Pepsi or coke: Coke baby
-- McDonald's or Burger King: Booger Thing
-- Single or group dates: Haven't been on either... what's the point of choosing, then?
-- Adidas or Nike: Don't care... Converse?
-- Chocolate or vanilla: Shwuakit
-- Cappuccino or coffee: COFFEE *twitch*

-----------------DO YOU------------------
-- Smoke: I don't know, baby, I never looked
-- Cuss: Yes
-- Take a shower everyday: Um... yes. >_>
-- Have a crush(es): Yes'm
-- Who are they: Um... I think at least one of them reads this... so NO.
-- Do you think you've been in love?: Nope
-- Want to go to college: Yes'm
-- Like high school: Now that I'm a senior? Yup.
-- Want to get married: Sure, why not.
-- Type w/ your fingers on the right keys: Nope.
-- Get motion sickness: Depends
-- Think you're attractive: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-- no.
-- Think you're a health freak: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-- no.
-- Get along with your parents: More or less
-- Like thunderstorms: *swoon* but we don't get them here...
-- Play an instrument: Nose flute

------------IN THE PAST MONTH DID:/:HAVE YOU--------------
-- Drank alcohol: Haw. I wish.
-- Smoke(d): ... no.
-- Done a drug: Prescription, yes.
-- Have Sex: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA-- no.
-- Made Out: Stop that.
-- Go on a date: I SAID STOP IT!! *sob*
-- Go to the mall: Oh yes.
-- Eaten sushi: Nope.
-- Been on stage: Haw. No.
-- Been dumped: You're just out to get me, eh?
-- Gone skating: In the middle of summer. Of course.
-- Made homemade cookies: Nope.
-- Been in love: Define love.
-- Dyed your hair: HA! If ONLY my skool allowed it.
-- Stolen anything: Pencil.

-----------------HAVE YOU EVER------------------
-- Flown on a plane: Yup.
-- Missed school because it was raining?: HA. I wish.
-- Told a guy/girl that you liked them?: I don't think so... not THAT WAY anyway...
-- Cried during a Movie?: Yup. Watch A.I. some time.
-- Ever thought an animated character was hot?: Hehe. Haruko-san... *swoon*
-- Had an imaginary friend: A salamander named Sal (I was so imaginatie)
-- Been on stage?: Um... yea, I think...
-- Cut your hair: I'd like to see one person say no to this. Then I want pictures.
-- Had crush on a teacher?: Yuck. No.
-- Played a game that required removal of clothing?: Ha. That's be fun, but no.
-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: "Trashed"? Kids today and their slang...
-- Been caught "doing something": Um... depends on the something, I s'pose.
-- Been called a tease: I'm a guy.
-- Gotten beaten up ?: Nope.
-- Been in a fight: Nope.
-- Shoplifted: (Left blank)

-----------------THE FUTURE------------------
-- Age you hope to be married: I don't plan like that.
-- Numbers and Names of Children: 3 at most. I only get choosy with boy names... I like Tim, Jack, Falkner... lots, actually. Though that's three right there, isn't it?
-- Descibe your Dream Wedding: I'm so gay... I actually do have this planned. Part of it, anyway. I'm gonn paint a 20+ foot long mural of Jack and Sally gettin' married with all the NBC characters (The Mayor will be the priest)... it might take a month, but I really want it in the background of our wedding... now let's hope that my wife is a NBC fan...
-- How do you want to die?: In my sleep.
-- What do you want to be when you grow up?: Computer animator.
-- What country would you most like to visit?: Japan

-----------------OPPOSITE/SAME SEX------------------
-- Best eye color: Blue
-- Best hair color: Purple <3
-- Short or long hair: Shooooort
-- Best height: Average... I don't really care, actually
-- Best weight: Thin-ish...
-- Best first date location: Museum
-- Best first kiss location: Disney Land

-----------------NUMBER OF-----------------
-- Number of boyfriends/girlfriends you've had: Like, for real? Not just pip dreams? None.
--Number of kisses you've given: That depends on if you mean inside or outside my family...
-- Number of drugs taken illegally: Prescription? Gawd, not very specific, are we?
-- Number of people I could trust with my life: Haw.
-- Number of piercings: Zero.
-- Number of tattoos: I draw on myself... that count?
-- Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: Haw.
-- Number of scars on my body: Like, three tops. One that's still healing, in fact. It was down to bone. X3
-- Number of things in my past that I regret: How much time ya' got?

----------------FAVORITES--------------- ---
-- Shampoo: Not picky. I like apple smelling stuff.
-- Fav Color: Maroon, black, eggplant
-- Day/Night: Night
-- Summer/Winter: Winter
-- Lace or Satin: Eh?
-- Fave Cartoon Character: Never really had one...
-- Fave Food: Tacos <3
-- Fave Movies: The Nightmare Before Christmas, Ghost World, Jurassic Park, and Labyrinth to name a few.
-- Fave sport: Calvinball

----------------RIGHT NOW------------------
-- Wearing: Black shirt, dirty non-wahsed shorts, boxers, watch, glasses.
-- Drinking: Saliva
-- Thinking about: The LAN party I'm going to tommorow
-- Listening to: "Feeling This" by Blink 182 just ended... now something too embarrasing to name... *clicks forward* "Tubthumping" by Chumbawumba <3

---------------IN THE LAST 24 HRS------------------
-- Cried: Nope. And I'm the cryin' sort...
-- Worn jeans: Shorts, yea
-- Met someone new online: Nope.
-- Done laundry: Nope.
-- Drove a car: Haw. No.
-- Talked on the phone: Nope.

---------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN--------------
-- Yourself: No, I'm just a story told to bad little children to make them go to bed.
-- Your friends: They're just figments of my imagination.
-- Santa Claus: I believe there is magic in the world that few of us know of or choose to believe...
-- Tooth Fairy: See above, but this one's kind of a laugh.
-- Destiny/Fate: Yes. Definitely.
-- Angels: Yup.
-- Ghosts: Not in the strict sense of the term, no.
-- UFO's: No.
-- God: More than anything.

--------FRIENDS AND LIFE------------------
-- Do you ever wish you had another name?: Nope.... well, when I was little...
-- Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend?: No.
-- Do you like anyone?: Like-like or like?
-- Which one of your friends acts the most like you?: Mark
-- Who have you known the longest of your friends?: Sam
-- Are you close to any family member?: Michelle and Grady
-- Who do you hang around the most?: Mark
-- When have you cried the most: When my dad died.
-- What's the best feeling in the world?: Knowing Jesus Christ has saved you.
-- Worst Feeling?: Fear.
-- What time is it now?: 6:30 PM

+Current+
Current mood: Content, yet tired
Current music: Playing? Coldplay...
Current taste: Just mouth-flavor
Current hair: Buzzed
Current annoyance: Sore back... been sitting funny all day...
Current smell: My stinky room X3
Current thing I ought to be doing: Homework.
Current windows open: Bedroom
Current desktop picture: Renamon <3
Current book: Great Expectations
Current job: Unemployed

+Last+
Last book you read: Great Expectations
Last movie you saw: Super Troopers
Last thing you had to drink: Milk
Last time you showered: Yesterday... I think...
Last person you talked to on the phone: Can't remember... I use AIM more often.

+Do i+have i ever+
Have a dream that keeps coming back?: Lucid dreaming, baby
Remember your first love?: Never really had one to begin with...
Still love him/her: N/A
Read the newspaper?: Yes. Sometimes.
Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?: In a relationship? Yes.
Consider yourself tolerant of others? I suppose...
Consider love a mistake?: Depends.
Like the taste of alcohol?: Who does?
Have a favorite candy?: Watchyamacallit
Do well in school?: Straight C student
Wear hats?: Skool don't allow it
Close friends?: Yes.
Wish on stars?: Yup.
Like your handwriting?: HAW. No.
Care about looks?: Yes. Don't do anything about them, though.

+Love and stuff+
gay? straight? bi? NULL?: Stright. Though everyone at my age questions these things, as do I...
First crush: Wouldn't you and the Pope BOTH like to know!
Ever been in a thing called LOVE?: The Darkness > *... um, no. And this is like, the fifth time you've asked this.
Do you believe in love at first sight?: Yes.
Do you believe in "the one?": Doesn't happen very often, but yes.

+Are you a+
Wuss: Yes.
Druggy: No. Fix yer spelling.
Daydreamer: My brother is.
Freak: HE'S A SUPERFREAK! SUPERFREAK!
Dork: Haw. Yes.
Bitch/Asshole: Um, that's like, two different things... I'm no one's bitch, nor am I an asshole... on good days X3
Brat: Moving on...
Sarcastic: Nah, ya think??
Shy: Nope.
Talkative: Haw. Yes.
Adventurous: Not really.
Joker: Yup.
Flirty: HAW. No.
Well, my subscription is over. Graduation is in a couple of weeks. Senior trip in one. Times are good, all in all.

Honk if you're horny.
I believe in astrological signs. I believe that our fate is held in the stars. I also believe that I'm a pompus ass.

A good friend of mine showed me his comic tonight. I was having one of my 'off-nights,' and, long story short, I told him he drew like a first grader.

Well let me tell you, if I wasn't in such a bad mood, I would have seen the GOOD things in his comic, like the humor, or the beautifully cartoony way he draws. And I thought I *LIKED* thats ort of thing!

I really hate myself sometimes. Why did I betray one of my best friends?

I like to play the blame game, so let me get it out of my system:

A) I have Tourettes Syndrome. What does that mean? It means I can't control certain things. Many people with TS often twitch their head, or even curse out loud. Sometimes this results in me not controling social actions like letting slip that someone sucks whether they do or not.

2) I'm a Gemini. The sign of the twins. I have mood swings often. Sometimes I'm the bestb friedn in the world, others... I suck. I'm an ass. I really hate the other times.

So, now that that's off my chest, I can be honest. I've never been able to keep a friend. I alienate cpractiaclly every friend I make. Some stick along because they pity me, others abandon me. Usually the latter.

To the person in question: If you're reading this: I am truely sorry. But i know for a fact that if it was me in your shoes, I wouldn't forgive such a fool. Such an ass. Such a jerk.

So, I guess we're never speaking again. *IF* that is the case, I do wnat it known that that would be his side that would do tha, NOT mine. If there's anything I'm good at, it's trying to keep friendships together... or maybe I'm not good at it. Maybe I just try too hard.

So, in conclusion, I suck. Thank you, and goodnight.
If I were a month I would be: October. Halloween. 'Nuff said.
If I were a day of the week I would be: Thursday. Just... sounds cool.
If I were a time of day I would be: 5:00 PM... "Cause it's a five o'clock world..."
If I were a planet I would be: Pluto. Sure, I'd be farther from the action, but I'd be closer to the cosmos.
If I were a sea animal I would be: A manta ray.
If I were a direction I would be: South. It's the odd direction of the bunch. No one goes south anymore...
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: An old chair. Because no matter how much shit you've gone through, I've sniffed ass all my life.
If I were a sin I would be: Blastphomey(sp). Nothing like cursing your creator.
If I were a historical figure I would be: Einstein. He was ahead of his time. HINT: His 'time' hasn't happened yet.
If I were a liquid I would be: Anti-freeze.
If I were a tree I would be: A redwood.
If I were a flower/plant I would be:A venus flytrap.
If I were a kind of weather I would be: Snow.
If I were a musical instrument I would be: A nose flute.
If I were an animal I would be: A rat.
If I were a color I would be: Maroon. Dark and foreboding, yet warm.
If I were a vegetable I would be: A brussel sprout.
If I were a sound I would be: A high-pitched screech that is unheared by most humans, yet bursts all humans' ears.
If I were an element I would be: Shadow..... it is TOO an element!
If I were a car I would be: That car that's all box-like. I don't know the name of it...
If I were a song I would be: Dope Nose by Weezer, but I'd make myself longer.
If I were a movie I would be: Spirited Away. So magical...
If I were a book I would be written by: J R R Tolkien
If I were a food I would be: A taco
If I were a place I would be: Japan
If I were a material I would be: Plastic
If I were a taste I would be: Ass. Wet ass.
If I were a word I would be: Smingledorfed
If I were an object I would be: You don't want to know...
If I were a facial expression I would be: Constipated
If I were a cartoon character I would be: Bugs Bunny. Without the cross-dressing.
If I were a shape I would be a: Square-ish triangle-like circle.
If I were a number I would be: ... 69, dude!!
edit:He also has a second account actually, albeit it doesn't have much really:

New account I'm playing with: :icontravelingwilbury:

This is by no means a replacement account. Just means I have two now.
:)


PS: If you care about my art or me seeing yours at all, please devwatch this new account, and possibly comment on it. I can't be arsed to add all my old watches on this new account. We'll see who the TRUE friends are now...
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I was also wondering about Bonnie complaining about his own debt ("I'm in debt up to my eyeballs"), as if the mortgage is in his name. However I thought he's the one with ranching experience (after all he's tending the livestock), not Phillip, who had a military career. Meaning Bonnie keeps the place running and Phillip is their David Koresh.

(PS if you buy a house from a dodgy seller, start checking the roof. It's always the roof)
A question for the ages, 'what is the deal with the ranch'?. I was under the impression is was Maynard James Kee ..Penny's dream. And his money. Then he 'owns' Kevvie and the other one*. But then Bonnie enters the fray, and seems to do a lot of work to be fair. He at least seems to know what he's doing, and cares about the animals. But clearly they're financially involved too :lol:

Bonnie is also a creep. He literally drove hundreds of miles to pick up @LizzieBabz, (a 'little') who stayed briefly, then legged it.

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Everything aside, that's a very rough 33.
Just imagine: by that age, other people have careers. They might have a house - and a mortgage, but that's just one of those adult things. A long-term SO, maybe married, perhaps a child, too. Or, they might reject all these expectations society forces on adults and embark on a selfish journey of self-realization.



Then here's Kev-Kev, with his butchered crotch, surrounded by toys and people who probably hate him, living off of his tugboat, coomposting all day every day. It might be a comfortable existence, but with no responsibilities or achievements it's ultimately a hollow one.

All thirst and no coom makes Kevie a dull boy.
And I still feel sorry for Bonnie. Sure he's a troon, and probably a degenerate, but at least he did achieve something, which is quite uncharacteristic for the average troon.

Imagine having that much disposable income...and not travelling? You could have done a world trip with what you spent on 'stuffies'.
 
What kind of idiot buys a house and merrily moves in, takes a month or so to unpack, and only then decides to start applying for insurance? I'm amazed they got a mortgage without having to show proof of insurance first...but then, to get insurance you need to know a fair bit about the property it's for, and these troons seem to have bought it solely from pretty pictures on the internet.

It's baffling that adults in their mid to late 30s can be so dumb.
 
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