*kneels at her Trent Arms shrine and places a morning star and three bloody fingers at it's base*
Poor Trent...cut down in the prime of his life without even a memory to go by

*stands up*
Hola ellos! Soy la enemiga mala. Hoy! A donde son mis manos? Esta chile es muy calliente, me das nuevo libres!
Hey, ya can see I'm new here. JUst wanna write a shout-out to all those little crabs that get hit by cars every year in their annual migration. Go crabs!!! don't keep crawling!!! you still have a leg left!!!
Sorry to write a new post alltogether as my 'hihowiseveryonedoingthismessagewillseldestructblahblahblahechidna" post, but I wanted to get my point accross. Even if I misspell across.
Too many good webcomics have fallen to eternal obscurity. The jar must not be the same!! There must be something left!!! *shakes fist at the ground*:evil: *still hasn't gotten over Sketch of Love or the sudden disapearance of Grinner*
*sniffle*
I'm writing this from the commons computers at mica (maryland institute college of art and evilness...SUPREME evilness) so I unfortunatly don't have the time to write much more...*shies away from the exactoknife being held next to her ear* I'm sure you're all very disapointed...*looks around and notices she has no audience and sighs.* or not...well, um...write again later!!
baii minna!!! and hi!! and stuff!!!