AGH.
I’m retyping this FOR THE THIRD TIME because this keyboard is weird and I accidently pressed something and it REFRESHED.
I had a really long blog 
Currently it is.. 4:48PM. But I’m freaking tired because my internal clock is telling me it’s 4 in the MORNING. -_-
I tried to sleep on the plane but NOOO, these little kids had to keep shaking my chair and making my hair staticky.
. . .in Combat arms by Wishlist
-sob-
He was teaching me how to play and I kept dying. >O
– I shot him first. (It was an accident, I swear XD)
– Then he shot me. 
– Then I HEADSHOT’d him. 
!
– He headshotted me back.
– Then he.. suicided 😐
mmm.
AND IN THE WORLD OF MMOTMS,
I rebirthed a bunch of times and now I have like 38k AP
There once lived a slime named Spammerella. Spammerella was adopted by a wicked stumpmother who made her do chores all the time. She also had two wicked stepstumpsisters that liked to make fun of her.
Spamerella also loved to spam.
“I WAN 2 GO 2 DA BALLLL@@@@@@@@@”
She skipped to MMOTales to wreak her havok there, but tripped over a lamp on the way.
Oh my.
I apologize for neglecting this for so long XD
I had to re-read all my chapters to understand where I left off.
LOL O___O;
Enjoy!
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“Help, anyone! Please help my friend!” Thomas pleaded, knocking on random doors, “Anyone!”
Well, I’m back on MMO, but to be honest, I never left. I just never posted and stuff. It’s too bad that the first blog I’m submitting in a while is gonna be about one of the worst experiences I’ve had on Maple.
Here goes
Yesterday I logged into MapleStory, already in a bad mood. I was sick, angry at my parents, and pissed off at life in general. Logged on to find that a buddy of mine wasn’t having such a great day either. With every single thing that happened, he would cuss and lash out at me even though I wasn’t at fault (I think? >.O).
Heh, I’m giving this experience blog stuff another shot x)
For starters, I’m not stopping my story, I just have a bit of writers block right now 
; Oh, and about my weird story about Joe. . . I was kinda bored and I needed to excercise my imagination.
I’ll probably get some time to write soon, ’cause I have a lot of spare time since I’m awfully sick.
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a slime named Joe. He was an orphan slime, adopted by a wicked stump and had two wicked step-snail sisters named Tom and Debbie. Joe was usually the target of their mean jokes and rude comments.
“I want to be beautiful!” said Joe.
Suddenly, three fairies appeared right before his eyes. They introduced themselves all as Ben. The first Ben wanted to go to the ball, but the second Ben protested and wanted to go shoe shopping. The third Ben shushed them all and prodded Joe to say something.
I kinda rushed through this one, with all the characters to introduce and whatnot.
enjoy~
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Thomas Sven lifted his war bow and aimed it at the slime. Hey Alice, check this out! he said excitedly as he fired his arrow. It glowed a bright blue and careened through the field until it met with its target dead on.
Alice giggled. Wow! I wish I was as skilled as you, Thomas, she said wistfully. Her eyes scanned the area and rested on a slime. Foolishly, she raced towards it, gripping her field dagger intently in her fist. Little did she know that among the slimes, horned mushrooms resided there as well.
(damn, I accidently closed the browser and I had to retype it T________T)
with all the 2x events, I did a lot, lot, LOT of training.
(I mean 4%)
speaking of which, how do some people train for 5 hours a day? I get MAD bored after just 7 minutes. especially today with all the lag because of the little avatar smegas and stuff.. (which I suspect is caused because of kids getting lots of Christmas money.. grrrr…) there was also this guy who was singing with smegas, and when someone inturrupted him, he’d be all “STFUPLS”
Angry knocks sounded at my door, making my mother jump up.
We know youre in there! a deep voice shouted.
Fear filled my mothers eyes, as she hurried my 5-year-old body into a closet.
If something happens, know that I love you, Alice. He will find a way, she said as she closed the door and rushed down the stairs. Panic shook me. What was happening?