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The 29th!

Which is my birthday.


CELEBRATE! <p><hr /><div style="text-align:center">What's wrong with this ring?!</div></p>

And there was much rejoicing.

Peasants: Yaaaaaaay... <p><hr /><div style="text-align:center"></div></p>

Today can't be your birthday, becuase it's mine.

I WON'T LET YOU STEAL IT. THIS CALLS FOR A DUEL TO THE DEATH.

*Star Treck duel music*

You're lucky this isn't the RPing forum, mister! <p><hr /><div style="text-align:center">What's wrong with this ring?!</div></p>

Happy birthday contact me for a free fanart that will never be drawn maybe.

We can only settle this with a knife fight on a bridge.

NOW. <p><div style="text-align:center"><hr />
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The bridge?

What? Are we being picky about bridges now?
Man, that's so lame.
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A small piece of birthday tribute. <p>Centuries of threats of "I'll turn you all to stone!" and "I'll knock you all down!" have caused Domans to develop an instinct to form small groups. For safety, I assure you. – Keir</p>

Your Mom sends you birthday wishes, Shiny. :( <p><hr />
<div style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:xx-small;">Curtis: Dannyboy, look at you. You've changed considerably, into a badass, if I may.
Dan: Yeah, you've changed a lot too, into an old man! I went to see the devil, now it's your turn!
Curtis: Oh, my pupil, so tenacious of life, guess I have to kill you again.
Dan: Shut up, before you run out of breath!
Curtis: I got rid of those smiles, there's no one left to disturb our game. Just you, and me.
Dan: Sounds fair, 'cuz I hate holding back, even for an old fart like yourself.
Curtis: Talk all you want, I won't need six bullets for you.
Dan: Or four for you.</span>
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Wouldn't she have told him herself?

Oh. Wait, okay, I see what you did there. You implied that you have seen his mother before him, in a tone that suggests you may have performed a nefarious deed. Clever. Very. <p><div style="text-align:center">

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*Celebrates good times, come on. Let's celebrate.* <p>

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"Moreover, when on the following night, much to his dismay, [Caesar] had a dream of raping his own mother, the soothsayers greatly encouraged him by their interpretations of it: namely, that he was destined to conquer the earth" - Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars - Julius Caesar, chapter 7</p>

*hits Rube with a pie in celebration, for TinyRube to eat.* <p><hr />

<span style="font-size:xx-small;">"Their rhetoric... You didn't put communists in his bed did you!" came Amber's indignant reply.

"Why not? All I had to do was open a gate to his bed and stick up a sign saying 'Hot virgin willing to make the ultimate sacrifice in the name of international socialist fraternity.'"</span>

<span style="color:blue;font-size:xx-small;">Excaliburned:</span> <span style="font-size:xx-small;">Ah yes, I'm thinking of having the USS Bob be preserved outside the Arena as a monument of sorts</span></p>