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Sister Alias 11/21/2009 6:20 pm

he better -_-; tis annyoing to look at and read

Sister Alias 11/21/2009 6:13 pm

Yes. I have never joined an rp who accually likes the **--() things for actions. I only use them for posting outside of rps.

Sister Alias 11/21/2009 6:10 pm

If he left them out then his posts would be perfectly fine.

Sister Alias 11/21/2009 5:59 pm

It has over 10 pages, I'm sure that it's rolling already.
And dislexia shouldn't effect the need to use *'s for actions -.-; which is what I was talking about

Sister Alias 11/21/2009 5:33 pm

hmmm....Yeah....not to be mean but I don' think he has done many rps before -_-

Sister Alias 11/21/2009 5:23 pm

okay, I just barly let him in because Wicked wanted him to join the zombie rp -_-;

Sister Alias 11/21/2009 4:21 pm

Did you even read my rules at all?
I don't want to allow people who don't read my rules into my guild

BrotherXChaos 11/12/2009 5:22 pm

sure...what kind??

BrotherXChaos 11/10/2009 7:10 pm

well thanx you very much...is there anything i can do for u??

BrotherXChaos 11/10/2009 12:33 pm

YAY!!! lol im glad u felt like it lol

 

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