Group: Premier Members
Posts: 7,021 as of 12/21/11 at 9:50 A.M. Central
Joined: 3-May 07
Member No.: 56599
More In-Depth Profile Thingy
Name: Toa of Dancing
Real Name: No. Call me ToD, but Tod isn't my real name. Not going to give my name away for free...
Interests: Lots of stuff.
Favorite Book: Uh... Uh... A lot
Favorite Movie: ^^^Look thar^^^
Favorite Game: ^^^Same^^^
Favorite Book/Movie/Game Series: ^^^Follow the ^^^ trail^^^
Favorite Music Genre: Er... Christian Metal or Classical or something
Favorite Color: Green/White/Silver/Purple
Height: Roughly 5' 11"
Ancestry: English, German, Choctaw, Awesomese, whatever else
Location: Florida, United States of America
Occupations: Student, procra - ah I'll finish typing that later, Mocer, author, gamer, wanting to be a voice actor
My Education: Ninth Grade Homeschool
Beliefs: Non-Denominational (meaning a mix of Pentecostal, Baptist, Charismatic and whatever else) Christianity
Hobbies: Reading, writing, wasting time, Mocing, dieing, playing video games, RPing, blogging, Scouting, Youth Grouping
Respected BZP Members: Brickeens, Black Six, The Power that Is, Lloyd: The White Wolf, Parugi, the list goes onwards...
Favorite Bands: Skillet, Demon Hunter, RED, tobyMac, Pillar, Thousand Foot Krutch
~The Story of ToD's Proto in Interpritive Dance~
•~• And step and step and look to the past. See a newb dance up. See him join the site in hopes of a place to waste his spare time and annoy people with his dancing. *tap*tap*tap* •~•
•~• He does a little spin and money appears. Seven bucks he holds and tosses it away with a sweep. Dimensioneer catches it easily and puts the Toa up to Premier and plus two proto! *tap*tap*tap* •~•
•~• As a present he gets lifetime rank, a Premier for all his days. He does a little twirl and dances along, grabbing two more proto and goes away. *tap*tap*tap* •~•
•~• He reports some news and anxiously waits, tapping his foot quite rapidly. Then he does a happy dance as he sees one more bit and gets that great PM. He gets orange letters and a copper Huna, happy as a clam. He just keeps dancing happily. *tap*tap*tap* •~•
•~• One fateful day he asked a question, still dancing happily around. He was stupid and bypassed the word filter, slipping under its gaze. But he got nailed in the chest by an admin man, Black Six, the best sheriff in town. ToD frowned and, with his eyes to the ground, handed back a piece of the proto. B6 nodded sternly and then walked off, leaving the Toa a newb again. *sad, slow tapping* •~•