Ah, the joys of everything going on in a night. But anyway... I am utterly,
completely appalled that no one is voting
Sheldon. Seriously. Why, it utterly boggles the mind that you are going at each other rather than the instrument of Mod trickery upon our very existence. Why, this Sheldon might even be some sort of horrible being like a youtuber, with Markiplier coming to mind as a certainly most random and not at all deliberate example.
@hector13: No, I was just mirroring the formatting of Webadict in the votes list.
Of note: that double vote apparently counts once upon a single person...
THANK YOU, THEBIGGERFISH, FOR THAT. SOME OF US AREN'T TRYING TO REVEAL OUR ENTIRE ROLE. PERHAPS IT'S BETTER TO KEEP SOME INFORMATION TO YOURSELF UNTIL LATER SO THAT IT ISN'T OBVIOUS, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE SOME OF US HAVE SPECIFIC ISSUES WITH PEOPLE KNOWING THE LIMITATIONS TO OUR ROLE.
ARE YOU HAPPY?
Heh, couldn't you say then that our illustrous poster of laconic disposition and abnormaly high postcount, probably related factors if we stop to think about it, is being caught in a situation of the ironic persuasion? What a lark! A fish, bigger than others for certain, engaging in the action of a fisherperson, castiong hook, line and sinker in an attempt at the predation of roles. I have no doubts something...
fishy is afoot! Hoho. Oh, so great is my wit that I should endeavour to become a youtuber, much like that Markiplier fellow.
I'm just a Cat, in a Hat.
How's That?
Also, Rhymes your thing? Get some Timing.
All I got to do is rhyme,
Don’t got to worry about time.
You try to touch base with each other player,
Without pulling out all of your hair,
Trying to rhyme it
Never mind time it!
Okay come on then let’s see what you bring!
Perhaps a limerick is way more your thing?
MaxSpin’s found a traitor among us,
At least, that’s what he supposes,
Perhaps it’s for show,
But hang on a mo’
No one expects the Spanish Inquisiton
He wasn’t expecting an OMGUS.
... and just in case “superstition”.
I weep for thee, comrade, truly I do, for you seem to be stuck with the most horrible of restrictions. I am truly glad, of that I am certain, that I am not saddled with the burden of communicating in rhyme or verse. I would of course like to ask you, if you mayhaps could contrive to morph your elucidation unto the proper metrics, what you cogitate upon the topic of TBF's fishing aspirations? Are they worthy of a restrictive poem, or merely vapid noises made by a miserable pile of scum? And, rather more importantly, in a scale of 0 to Markiplier, how much are they a Markiplier?
Markiplier? Markiplier.