The Game Of Scorb

Sairka Osnuti

You are now Sairka Osnuti. You are a gold blood. You are the youngest of your friends at five sweeps. And holy shit you love dragons. You absolutely love making dragon puns whenever you can. And your dragon hoodie is just so comfortable. You also consider yourself 'Shipping Queen' You have a large leather back book of ships that are just dragonly magnificent.

You know what? Time to bug your moiral!


VividDragon began trolling PerfectGenocide


VD: §HAM!
VD: §HAMMY!
PG: YeS, SiGNiFiCaNT SaiRKa?
VD: RAWR.
PG: iS THaT aLL?
VD: No, I WANT3D TO KNOW HOW MY RAWRAL WAS DOING!
PG: i'M DoiNG WeLL.
VD: OKAY.
PG: i WouLD LiKe To aSK a QueSTioN.
VD: Y3§? *L3AN§ FORWARD IN ANTICIPATION*
PG: *LooKS iNTo YouR eYeS iN aLL SeRiouSNeSS* i NeeD You To JoiN THiS GaMe.
VD: OH.... I§ THAT ALL....? *§HOULD3R§ §LUMP IN DI§APOINTM3NT*
PG: YeS. THaT WouLD Be iT. *SHRuGS LiGHTLY*
VD: OF COUR§3 I WILL.
PG: oKaY. i WiLL TaLK To You LaTeR.
VD: OKAY. BY3.


PerfectGenocide ceased trolling VividDragon



You sigh loudly. Curse that stupid flush crush. On all of the trolls on Alternia why on your moiral? Was it her adorable hatred for nouns? Or maybe that she can comfort and calm you in a single sentence? I guess we'll never know.

Time to be someone else!