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Post by Yoko on Jan 19, 2008 20:59:58 GMT -5
An Idea swiped from Fox and Becky <3
You ban the person above you for some illogical and stupid reason such as "You're banned for being a Mod!" ..and so on and so on.
So let us begin!
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Post by ~{KiaOfTheSand}~ on Jan 22, 2008 15:55:06 GMT -5
your banned for not giving me pocky to try!
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Post by damipere on May 5, 2009 17:28:39 GMT -5
yur banned for being a girl
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Post by Yoko on May 5, 2009 17:31:58 GMT -5
Short Stuff is banned for being short. O:
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Post by ~{KiaOfTheSand}~ on May 6, 2009 10:25:07 GMT -5
Yoko is banned for reading.
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Post by damipere on May 6, 2009 17:24:44 GMT -5
kia is banned for haveing the name kia
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Post by Yoko on May 8, 2009 14:50:24 GMT -5
I ban everyone because I had a nightmare and was too scared to go back to sleep afterwards.. D: Damn these reoccurring dreams and their freakiness...
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Post by damipere on May 13, 2009 21:00:08 GMT -5
i ban halowin for taking my place in kias heart
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Post by ~{KiaOfTheSand}~ on May 14, 2009 16:06:15 GMT -5
I ban Short Stuff for obviously not reading the rules. And Yoko for her parents not letting her sleep over at my house. And Hawlin for being so awesome and not realizing it.
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Post by damipere on May 14, 2009 21:26:56 GMT -5
I ban kia for not giving hawlin enough cretit he is way better than awesome
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Post by Hawlin of Staves on May 15, 2009 6:57:14 GMT -5
I ban you all for not leaving me alone...
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Post by Yoko on May 15, 2009 15:17:02 GMT -5
D: I ban Hawlin for thinking he's alone.
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Post by ~{KiaOfTheSand}~ on May 15, 2009 20:28:02 GMT -5
I ban Short Stuff for banning my judgement. I ban Yoko for cheese XD
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Post by Short Stuff on Jun 10, 2009 6:53:05 GMT -5
I ban kia for breathing!!
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Post by Hawlin of Staves on Jun 19, 2009 4:00:27 GMT -5
I ban you as a point of authority, Backed by no more than a keyboard and morality, Start this war with justice and top it off with hate, Still brandish my blade even AFTER a checkmate. Submit in vain. This ends with a crash. My fist to your ego and you on your back. Dust yourself off, And get back on your high horse, No room, no time for your pitiful remorse. My clouds roll away, This dual is won, Yet here you still stand, talking big to the gun. Time has a funny way of treating a man, The experience so cold like the ice in your hand, Melting away until you're left with none; But a time and a place and a thought of what was thought fun. Shit, all shit is whats now your silly child games. Ashamed of your past and jokes you still might play, Build a fort of pillows and hide the rest of your days, For future is for KINGS or for those that obey. Tick tack toe, Now I got three in a row Leave you with countless twos that never make a whole. Quality over quant. is the name of my game. The winners get by The losers continue to play Sum it all up, call my " new" game LIFE
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