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Razzamatazz and Sassafrass! Ta-daa. It's me, Mnemon Necia, professional iconoclast. Born smack dab in the middle of Calibration in the middle of the Blessed Isle in the middle of House Mnemon's central manse (are you sensing a trend here). Yes I tend to be in the middle of it all. My best friends are Henchey and Tepet Eos (soon to be Iselsi Eos) and the guy who plays me ~Yoda~ Yoda is a 25 yr old librarian living in So.Cali with his incredible gf Miel and their pet gremlin Mozilla. He's brought me here to Gaia because Miel's lil sis ember_elf is pretty super and this provided a fairly constant way for them to goof off together occassionally. Anyone interested in literature, comics, high and low art, culture, and of course Role-Playing (Exalted mostly) are encouraged to become friends with Yoda through this account. Thank you all, may you be promptly blessed by the dragons. ~me Neci *^ ^*

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There's really more to life than Birthdays and Heaven

I plan to write about stuff that will make cute lil' ember_elf squeamy and blushy...heheh


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MiniMaharu

Report | 03/27/2006 10:03 am

MiniMaharu

Ember Tuuli

Report | 03/25/2006 3:12 pm

Ember Tuuli


I will now tell you a story. A story of a cell phone that ran away with a toaster.
It was a happy cell phone, and it's owner luffed it very, very much. But ONE DAY, the cell phone ran out of batteries, and it's owner just couldn't find the time to charge it. The cell phone cried and cried, but the owner had given her soul to Sandy Claws for a pony, which, I might add, never made it to the owners house, because Mr. Santa LIES, and since the owner had no soul, she didn't care about the cell phone any more. SO the cell phone immidiatly threw itself into a passionate luff affair with the toaster to make the owner jealous, but the owner had no soul and didn't care. BUT THEN the cell phone fell in luff with the toaster, and ran away to Mexico with the toaster and they got married and had baby toast phones and lived happily ever after. The owner eventually got her soul back after Santa lost it in a poker game with somes elves who then traded it for drugs with some mafia bosses who where friends with the owner and gave her her soul back in exchange for not killing them.
The end.
Ember Tuuli

Report | 12/03/2005 6:21 am

Ember Tuuli

Bwahahahahahahah I commented and there's nothing you can do about it!...Except kill me...and delete this comment...dang it!

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