WHAT IS THIS INTERNET???? [Account Test Thread]

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I know that someday you'll be sleeping, darling, likely dreaming off the pain. I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name. I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling, scars will remain. I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain. And when they run into the river, "Oh no, let the water not complain." I swear that even with the distance, slowly wearing at your name, Your hands still catch the light the right way and Our hearts still beat the same. Words: ### Tagged: *noises* Status: Ack Muse:  Testing

[Rackham]

To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.

I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?

I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.

"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"

A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.

"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"

I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.

"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."

I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away

"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"

I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.

"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."

I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;

"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."

I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!

I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.

"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?

Peace and love, peace and love!"

Words: Game over.
Tagged: Game over.
Status Game over.
Ooc: Testing first template ever made, oh man. I think I'm gonna have to remake the glitch gifs because they're too small now, oh gosh.

EDIT:: Okay so it's too big, oh god. I could have sworn 500 would work perfectly...
EDIT X2:: Note to self, 460 is perfect

[Deleted]

To Moscow I came seeking fortune, but they’re making me work til I’m dead. The bourgeoisie have it so easy, the Tsar’s putting gold on his bread. The people of Moscow are hungry! But think what a feast there could be, if we could create a socialist state that cared for the people like me.

I am the man who arranges the blocks that descend upon me from up above. They come down and I spin them around 'til they fit in the ground like hand in glove. Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine and the lines will be formed as they fall; then I see that I have misjudged it! I should not have nudged it after all. Can I have a long one please? Why must these infernal blocks tease?

I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.

"Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!"

A collective regime of peace and love. I work so hard in arranging the blocks but the landlord and taxman bleed me dry, but the workers will rise! We will not compromise! For we know that the old regime must die.

"Long live Lenin, kill the tsar! We salute the sickle and star!"

I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above. The food on your plate now belongs to the state, a collective regime of peace and love. I have no choice in arranging the blocks; under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes. The rule of the game is we all are the same and my blocks must create unbroken rows.

"Long live Stalin! He loves you! Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do..."

I am the man who arranges the blocks that are made by the men in Kazakhstan. They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate but we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan. I am the man who arranges the tanks that will make all the Nazis keep away.

"The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red! Let us point all our guns at the USA. We shall live forever more! We can start a nuclear war!"

I am the man who arranges the blocks that are building a highly secret base.

"Hip hip hurrah for the USSR! We are sending our men to outer space."

I work so hard in arranging the blocks but each night I go home to my wife in tears;

"What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall and in front of your eyes it disappears? Pointless work for pointless pay, this is one game I shall not play."

I am the man who arranges the blocks! But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed. The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold and I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread. Maybe we’d be better off if we brought down Gorbachev!!

I am the man who arranges the blocks that continue to fall from up above.

"The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love? The markets are free! So much money for me! Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?

Peace and love, peace and love!"

Words: Game over.
Tagged: Game over.
Status: Game over.
Ooc: Sorry for spamming this thread guys oh gosh u n u

[LAURELPAW.]

the fact is, the invisible force controlling me has made me
a kurt hummel. what is a kurt hummel.
fROSTTALON.

[Frosttalon]

You flash your colors, boy, jus' like your ole man.
Look at your warriors, Lionstar, look at your men.

^{Frosty is John Barrowman, omfg}

[Lionstar]

"]

"Why is my Clan so concerning?
YOU GUYS ARE MAKING ME LOOK BAD IN FRONT OF ELMSTAR LOOK COOL OR SOMETHING SO HELP ME
BACK IN MY DAY WE WERE FEARSOME WARRIORS NOT A BUNCH OF PANSIES"

[Frosttalon]

You got it, sir! *salutes and winks*

I don't know if my idea of cool aligns with Elmstar's idea of cool, but if you want to impress the guy, I've got a... hm... I know a few things I could try.

[Lionstar]

"On second thought, shut up and go over there." *Points to far off corner*

[Minnowpelt]

*Sits like a soldier* Sir, yes, sir!
...
(whispered) Lionstar, what is "cool" supposed to mean?

[Elmstar]

Goddamn fish cats, StarClan take me now, I'm done with this world~

[Littlecloud]

*watching quietly from corner like*

[Deleted]

Uhmm, waaaaat, (forces small smile and stares blankly)... *blink*

*finally looks around*

Yeah...*what exactly* are we supposed to be making of these talking, homosexual (?), grumpy, and upset cats...?

[Deleted]

*Quietly tests things*

[Deleted]

Make way for the manliest God in Adstrullum~

[Deleted]

I have too many OCs
Cries