Gabrielle

which ends in death

Diablo has one big plus with me, going online and killing off other players.

<_< Not amused

<_<

Both an insult to the BG name.

DA??

Just like some people on here.

Thanks another complaint I just quoted.

All right I'm sick of seeing my name thrown around here. Get a clue.

Your best match is your hand. It's always there and doesn't bitch back at you.

This sucks.

I hate Fins as much as I do the French.

Rumors, lovely.

OH NOES *reloads boat quest again* EDIT: I can't find heather, where is she? How do i feed her blood? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> At your rate you might as well start over.

Yes! Kill them all! Jolee, Mission, Zaalbar and Juhani were weak and inferior and had to die! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Poor Mission killed by her best friend Zaalbar. Why get your hands dirty when there are others to manipulate to do the deed for you?

Heather is awesome. She gives you other things besides a free meal.

Mace rules. Stern master that didn't take any bull from anyone. Excellent lightsaber skills.

Something custom made. My ex built it for me.

Tiger Woods Golf. :ph34r:

Cell phones are your friend. Best way to keep track of your friends.

Skiing. I like cross country and downhill skiing. If I wasn't a chicken I would try the downhill one, that would be such a rush.

My Dying Bride "Christliar" Time wears out affections. I hope to be missed. Your presence on my wing. Arise from my sickness. My hopes, eclipsed by failures. Dismal moments fall on me. A terrible sobbing Echoed through my own house. The lightening gets frightening. Oh, cover me. Memories of her sadden me. (are killing me) Believe me. The suffering. The agony. My young love taken from me, Too early. Beware! I will seek you. Find you. Vengeance is mine. Wherever you hide You know I will find. Your face! I see, I won't forget. I'll be right there. Preying on you in every dream. You will never leave me again. By your red hand. You left me here to suffer and die. Eyes black. Cold face. Your stare burned me. The sears will be with me, Until my last day. My grip on you grows tight. I will choke you until I hear your last ****ing breath. Into your eyes I'll smile. I'll cry. And when you are gone No-one alive will grief for you.

I'd give you a cookie for that writing you did. But I can't. So settle for a luck of the Irish instead.

My Dying Bride "The Sexuality of Bereavement"

Yes. If you were not confrontational, and was a good little vamp with Lacroix, than you get one down town, or if you area Tremere you get one at the Chanterly.