The Game Of Scorb

Merkus Tyrant

You are Merkus Tyrant. You are the heir-to-be and you think you are pretty damn ready for something like that. There is literally nothing that could stop you from your fate. Not a thing.

Oh? What's this? Someone trying to get ahold of you? Well, as ruler you will have to listen to peasents, so might as well get used to it.

PerfectGenocide began trolling CertianHeir


PG: HeY, MiRaCuLouS MeRKuS.
CH: Øh... Yøu... /:3
PG: No NeeD To Be MeaN. :(
CH: Whatever. Whale, what dø yøu want?
PG: WeLL, i WaS WoNDeRiNG iF You WaNTeD To PLaY a GaMe?
CH: Yøur asking me, a glubbing highbløød, tø play a game?!
PG: WeLL... Yea.
CH: I HAVE LITERALLY ZERØ TIME ØN MY HANDS!  DX3
PG: WeLL, You WoN'T HaVe aNY HaNDS iF You DoN'T PLaY!
CH: I eel threatened.
PG: NoT WHaT i MeaNT. JuST PLaY!
CH: Ugh. Fin. l:3
PG: GooD.

PerfectGenocide ceased trolling CertainHeir



Goodness that girl is glubbing annoying. Sometimes you wish you could smack her.

Be the annoying girl.