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chat with cleverbot.Me:Meta Knight.
Cleverbot:No, Holy night.
Cleverbot:That is a song, not a tradition.
Cleverbot: Do you like kirbys epic yarn?
Me:Eh, never played it.
Me:Cause *death stare*.
Cleverbot:You're sad because I'm funny?
Cleverbot : Or me.
Me:Nuu you stole my pokemanz.
Clever bot:You not interest me.
Me:You don't interest me either,robot.
Clever bot:Why talk to me if I don't interest you?
Me:Cause Majora's mask.
Cleverbot:What is majora's mask?
Cleverbot:Who is Ben?
me: Ben Drowned.
Cleverbot:Who drouned him?
Cleverbot:What do you want to know about her?
Me:I'm a stalker.
Cleverbot:What do you study?
Crossover story part 1:The StartMedusa was hanging upside down on a branch. All of a sudden her ears perked up as she heard something. Quickly unhinging her claws she turned over quickly and landed on the ground with all fours. A portal opened up and out stepped a strange looking creature. It had black fur, bat wings,and clocks everywhere on it's body. "Hello batwolf,do you know where I am?" The creature said as he looked at Medusa."Your..in the forest." Medusa quickly replied. "Oh Silly me,I forgot to tell you my name. It is Clocktail and I am a portal master,meaning I can travel through any portals. I'm looking for someone to give some power to since to much of it is stored in me.Would you like some of it?" Medusa quickly nodded,not caring what was gonna happen. "Ok,prepare yourself cause it might hurt a bit." Clocktail walked over, touched Medusa with his nose, and she started to glow, a small bit of pain in her head like a headache.
"There you go,all done.Now don't stay in a world for to long or
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More