twitchquotes:Trump couldn’t wait. Value Town was within reach and he moaned, hard, “Tuck Frump!” He was fidgety, yet Kripparrian stripped away his juvenile briefs. “He has the perfect cards…” Kripp thought in his head, “An absolutely ridiculous deck.” Cattarrian stared casually as Kripp bounced his Ragnaros off of Trump’s plump rump.
Trump couldn’t wait. Value Town was within reach and he moaned, hard, “Tuck Frump!” He was fidgety, yet Kripparrian stripped away his juvenile briefs. “He has the perfect cards…” Kripp thought in his head, “An absolutely ridiculous deck.” Cattarrian stared casually as Kripp bounced his Ragnaros off of Trump’s plump rump.
A rabbit is a symbol of time
twitchquotes:A rabbit is a symbol of time, like the rabbit from Alice in wonderland carrying a stopwatch taking Alice to a different place (and time). Tides picked a rabbit to suit his name, as another world (other waves) combined with the stopwatch actually combines into his name. Or maybe he just thought the rabbit was cute. Also, rabbits eat their own shit.
A rabbit is a symbol of time, like the rabbit from Alice in wonderland carrying a stopwatch taking Alice to a different place (and time). Tides picked a rabbit to suit his name, as another world (other waves) combined with the stopwatch actually combines into his name. Or maybe he just thought the rabbit was cute. Also, rabbits eat their own shit.
This player doesn't even use a monitor
I've seen [insert player here] play, he doesn't even use a monitor. He visualizes the map in a detailed rendering, completely in his mind. He has a biological wallhack; his godlike perception highlights all enemies within light-years. His eyes are closed as his mouse gracefully swerves across the table, making immaculate twitches as he flicks from head to head. The bullets that escape his gun barrel are surgical; each making a deadly strike in between his opponent's eyes.
I've seen [insert player here] play, he doesn't even use a monitor. He visualizes the map in a detailed rendering, completely in his mind. He has a biological wallhack; his godlike perception highlights all enemies within light-years. His eyes are closed as his mouse gracefully swerves across the table, making immaculate twitches as he flicks from head to head. The bullets that escape his gun barrel are surgical; each making a deadly strike in between his opponent's eyes.