omgosh somehow I got in maplestory. Every channel is a minimum. I think i was the only one in maplestory. Nobody in FM. Just me. And there are beginner skills. The shell thing lol

It has gotten worse. The rise in noobs have increased and saying this phrase. Im sick of it. If ur a noob cut it out before i go crazy.

Today I was at pig’s beach with my chief bandit and im hunting pig heads. I already bought 48. I wanted to gave some fun. So I was killing the pigs super fast. Then an assassin lvl 22 comes and starts throwing stars. But fails to hit one before me. So he says to me “never ks a sin”. Then I say “or what?”. Then he says he will ks me. . .as if. .
So he tries and fails. He gets pissed off and says hes brining his crusader. He actually did have one. It was 7x.
He gets his combo up and i say “just try”. He tries, but hes waaay to slow. I ksed him and his crusader a55 out of pig beach. I hate stuck up people who think they are the best. I had to teach him a lesson. The reason why i ksed is because he said “never ks a sin”. Well that was about the climax of my maple day. It was really funny. U had to be there. read more

Hey guys, this is a poem that i made, tell me what you think. Don’t flame me please.

Across the ravaged lands,
Covered with the blood of men,
Walks one, whose head is bowed,
With blood dripping from its side,
He was a warrior.
Much time has past,
From first he set away,
From his home and lands so dear,
A traveler whose hands were stained with blood,
Of who the people feared.
Walking and walking the warrior kept moving,
For the veil of war was on the land,
Each monster he killed he lost his soul,
As it called out for more,
He became a beast of lore.
For there was no happiness for him,
He had lost it all,
When he went away,
The enemy burned it all,
Alone was the warrior.
Now in the heat of battle,
His eyes show his soul,
Sadness and anger,
The lust for revenge,
For all of those he loved.
As he walked his head down,
He felt this was the end,
The blood dripped from the side of his head,
Making a sound upon the ground.
The warrior lies down in the grass of a meadow,
And stares at the silver moon,
His eyes grow heavy,
His limbs go limp,
The warrior’s life has ended. read more