Click the flag and wait. I may not be leaving, but the chances are that I am. I really don't want to leave because I trust you guys and I know that you guys aren't 40-year-old stalkers. Remix if you think I should stay. Hopefully they'll see that you guys can be trusted. Besides, what 40-year-old would know what FNAF, Homestuck, Creepypasta, etc. is?
I am a prince and I live in a ship and I aim my rifle and I shoot from the hip and I have a friend I pity quite a bit she said “grab your gun let’s have some fun, share with me your perigees I have responsibilities, I cannot run!” “I do not wish the death of any living thing, I might be a killer but one day I shall be queen and put an end to slaughter, but until then I’m keen on staking claim to land and sea and everyfin between.” I played a game with eleven fools who told me not to break the rules but when have angels ever helped me yet? and magic isn’t real and anyway it doesn’t matter cause no matter what I conjure it could not help be me deflect the angry death of every hopeful thought that I might be a lover or a fighter that I’m not in someones spider web or net I could be caught but I’m too bitter, better off alone, guess I forgot So what? Do you want me to say sorry? should I apologize, when you ignore me? I didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely or to be hatched into an ugly story I am a prince and I had a pair of princesses in two sharp squares but then I guess I bored them both to death And now I think my calling is to break apart and fall to pieces better yet invent a brand new method of ascension I’m impressed, you’ve managed to survive but rest assured we’d all be better off dead than alive cause when they get a-hold of us we’ll all be batter fried and I’m surprised that nobody’s considered switching sides So here I am, respectfully and royally destroying any chance of getting back on your good gills And I don’t want to be hurtful but if yellows the new purple well then bleeding’s the new breathing, don’t you think I will! I used to wish the death of every living thing I might be your killer but you’d never be my queen so put away your laughter, pack up your hopes and dreams I’m done with black back-handing and red pandering, it seems That I am just pathetic, I won’t be overlooked I’m past the point of fishing to get back upon your hook I’ve made a manifesto, I’ve been bested by a crook, but never more! I’m planning on reclaiming what he took… So what? do you want me to say sorry? should I apologize, when you ignore me? I didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely or to be hatched into an ugly story to be hatched into an ugly story Oh my, this pantomime is getting gory I am a prince and I live in a ship I am a prince and I live in a ship
