I've been lurking around Drunk Duck for a while now, without an account to call my own. Well... there was the Thirdperiodlunch account, but I forgot the password/don't really want to be known as that anymore.
Yes, it's me again. This is probably the 4th time I've attempted a return to activeness on D.D. I'm hoping things'll work out better this time.
Anyways. My name is Steph, for all of those who don't know. I recently turned 18 and I'll be starting at Moore College of Art and Design next week. It's basically my dream school.
I work in tech support/webdesign for a couple random places around town. I am a huge nerd. I love the internet, computers, technology, video games, art, comics, movies, and things like that. I spend my time either inside on the computer or out with friends, which usually involves lots of walking, setting things on fire, or doing mass amounts of gaming.
Drunk Duck got really fancy and lags a lot on my computer, now. I could go into a "Back in my day" rant, but I shant.
This Fluid feels like Pain, This stoic mood is all in vain.
I reach into the dark, I tear this other me apart.
How many years ago, How many deaths I can't let go.
My Flesh Is Temporary, My God Extraordinary.
You... can''t... Kill... My... MIND!!!!!
The War Will continue, Just on a different battle field
Hi there Steph! Welcome ...er... BACK! Always a grey area with these things. The cola, depending on who you ask, is a bad idea. You should trust me and my honest face.
Welcome! Sorry I'm late, I was busy battling a horde of mini-lemurs to free my secret twin brother from the catacombs of Wolfenstein, where he was being turned into a tomato from a curse cast by a fiendish alien magician.
So, anyways, sorry to be late to welcome you home.
Try to stay with us this time! We're happy, fun, and you can always ignore some of the old TD-regulars if it makes you feel better.
Welcome! Sorry I'm late, I was busy battling a horde of mini-lemurs to free my secret twin brother from the catacombs of Wolfenstein, where he was being turned into a tomato from a curse cast by a fiendish alien magician.
Oh, Steely! You and your farfetched tales! What next; you're being stalked by a weather-controlling mad scientist who sometimes scavenges your garbage cans for spare parts and food scraps at night?
Then again, maybe it's not as farfetched as you think it is. *Sigh*
Renga: How are you everyone !!
Renga: All your weather are control by me.
Renga: I has a weather machine.
DrunkDuck: What you say !!