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  1. Etcetere

    Return from the dead

    By Etcetere,

    I returned to BZP after 5 years absent. I had originally logged on to this place in 2002, when I was 11. I went by Core Dimension most of the time and switched to Etcetere later. Crazy! Now it's 11 years later and I'm 22. Miraculously, I managed to remember the old yahoo email account I used and could recover my password.
     
    I'm going to pop back in to BZP from time to time now. I'm interested in seeing how many of my 14-year-old virtual friends I can find again!
  2. Etcetere
    So I've been suffering from an all-things-creative-er's block for the past month or so. I need ideas. Good ones.

    Though I don't think I'll find much success by asking the general populace of BZP, especially those who frequent my blog.

    Still. Surprise/impress me.

    (o)
  3. Etcetere

    Neeways...

    By Etcetere,

    I recently rentrered from fundraising out on the streetcorners. Very experiential. About seven of us teens went to some diner and talked with our pastor for a while, then we went out with the intention to do what we did last week. (Just what did we do last week? Tune in next paragraph for the thrilling conclusion!) Instead, we went to Heb, made some posters, and staked out a busy intersection for anyone willing to donate to our various summer mission trips. It was very productive, at least 150$ was raised. Divided up, that's only about 30$ dollars(only five of us were actually raising money ourselves), but it's progress.

    When last we left the previous paragraph- so yeah, last week, Me, Carlos, Will, and Zeeq walked over to Will's neighborhood with egg cartons in tow. I'd recently found out about a great missions fundraising plan - go door-to-door, and if someone is willing to donate at least a dollar, they get to crack an egg on your head! The kids loved it, and though it was utterly.. uncomfortable, to say the least, so did we. I fell victim to the first egg, but it was Will who endured the most torture. Throughout the day, at least a dozen were burst on his head alone, I experienced only about 7-8.

    Here's how it feels when an egg is cracked on your head. First there's the impact, which feels not unlike someone merely clunking you on the head without good reason. You hear the crnklish, in varying degrees of intensity depending on the striker, and see the yellow blobs of goo erupt outward in all directions. Everyone surrounding exclaims some form of "Oah!" and dodges the mucal projectiles. It's at this moment, if the person with their hand on your head has any form of good-naturedness, rubs their hand in your hair to spread the shells and white and yolk all around, and the feeling of immersion in snot arises. They withdraw their hand and request a paper towel as yellow goo runs down your neck, and you remain with no conceived reaction other than to remain locked in position. Beacuse of the stickiness, a part of your head feels like something's still grabbing it as someone with compassion hands you a paper towel, still laughing, and you proceed to wipe off your most uncomfortable of areas. After about five of these napkins, you're fully recovered, but with a much slimier noggin.

    Later, after about 5 minutes, the egg has dried, leaving your hair stuck hard in place like hair glue. After a half hour, it's flaking yellow shavings all over the place and the smell is noticable. Washing it out is like looking through the archive in your digital camera after returning from a trip, as you revisit each shell, pebble, twig, and clump of hard egg goo that had found its way into your hair that day.

    Divided up, each of us raised an amount of 15$ that day. Not worth it, you ask?

    Pah! You're not the one who had this opportunity to take and this story to tell!

    Translation: Heck yes it was worth it!

    (o)
  4. Etcetere

    That One Thing

    By Etcetere,

    I'm dilemma'd. What to build for the British Broadcasting Channel 42? I have a few ideas. I want to have something with a novelty, something that will be recognized for what it's representing. I'm adamant against cliched BBC entries, so it can't just be a generic cute creature. I don't think an opposite approach will work like it did in BBC 33 (Or 35? It was that Makuta one).

    My favorite idea as of now will be a representation of a particular expression we all know and love. And maybe I might take some inspiration out of the Brakelata beast.

    Contemplations, contemplations.

    (o)
  11. Etcetere

    Mexico V

    By Etcetere,

    I've just returned from my fifth trip to Mexico. I haven't been on BZP for so long because I've been fasting in preparation for it. And I don't think I'll be very active on BZP from now on, though I'm not abondoning it or anything.

    Anyways, this past week has been astounding. Astonishing. Incredible. Spectacular. But in all the ways that aren't allowed to be particularly mentioned on BZP. It's basically the same thing that we did way back in October, but doubled. The group was about 5 members larger than October as well.

    We were able to make a much closer bond with the students we were staying there with, like Carlos and Dani (aka Panke) and Lalo (aka Eddy) and Tomas and Jossue, and also the interens like Debbie, Rhema, Nick, and Monica. Carlos kept stealing my hat, and it didn't help that the Carlos from our team assisted in him bugging me. But still, me and Carlos had a tight bond, despite the times we'd shout "tu quiete" to eachother. "I love you, Stephen" he'd say in an accent while he stood on the other side of a car, avoiding me. "Yo te amo tambien, Carlos," I'd reply in a worse accent.

    All the youth from my group was really really 100% into what they were doing. In each of the dramas we did, everybody poured their best effort, regardless of how talented they were. Believe me, we had many instances to be lazy, or complain, or fight. But our focus was on what really mattered. Some of us were thrown into roles in dramas and skits that we had only seen a couple times and never practiced, but everyone pulled their assignments off flawlessly. Even when there were acting errors, mostly slipping or missing a cue, we played through it. Like the times where I was the boyfriend and slipped while walking arm in arm with my "chica" Michelle, or when Ashley slapped Billy before he even said his line. Or when I jumped a little too hard and twisted my ankle.

    One of our more interesting stories involved our female audience. The girls, mostly at the middle schools we went to, would scream and cheer every time Will or I walked onstage. After the presentations, they would swarm around us as we tried to pass out flyers with their cell phones and questions about e-mails and names and una photo por favors. One school was out of control, so I grabbed Will and we ran into the guy's bathroom. The next school was even worse. As we walked back to the bus, the girls crowded around Will and were literally trying to grab him - I'm not even slightly exaggerating. He just ducked and ran through them all, but I used a tactic my pastor jokingly suggested. I stuck my finger way up into my nose, making sure all the girls could see the glob I pulled out and stuck into my mouth. It worked, a little. The crowd around me suddenly grew less interested, but the cell phone cameras still clicked. I wonder how many girls in Nuevo Laredo are showing off their photographs of Etcetere picking his nose. At least it served to get rid of the distraction that blocked the message of what we were there for. In the schools that followed, Will and I specifically prayed for a more mature female audience. Go ahead and label whatever coincedences you want on it, but it really helped. Anyway, I've thankfully had enough celebrity attention. I'm back in America, back to being a nerd.

    Back to more serious matters, Wednesday night was one of my most amazing experiences I've ever had, though I'm limited in what I can share on this privately owned website.

    I learned more Spanish in this week, and grew closer to my fellow youth members. But there's a more important thing that was achieved this spring break - over 6200 people reached with some very, very good news.

    (o)
  12. Etcetere

    Entry

    By Etcetere,

    Yay... I have no thing to say... I've been negligent on Top Nine's but that's not high on my list of concerns..
    So. I'll do something. But It's going to need FULL AUDIENCE PARCIPITATION.
     
    We are going to play Guess What The Next Person is Thinking Of.
    And we begin:
    Mayonnaise.
     
    (o)
  13. Etcetere

    Top Nine Suggestions

    By Etcetere,

    Seeing as I'm nine times three Top Nines short as of late, I think I'll take suggestions as to what I could make Top Nine lists of.

    Here's some already-planned examples to get your gears squeaking:
    Top Nine Mammalia
    Top Nine Japanese Bands
    Top Nine Keyboard Keys
    Top Nine Colors
    Top Nine Zelda Races
    Top Nine Corporate Logos
    Top Nine French Landmarks
    Top Nine Condiments
    Top Nine Automobile Innovations

    And so on...

    (o)
  14. Etcetere
    The vast majority of these phrases are inside jokes, and each has been repeated at least hundreds of times by me. Each one has a story, so I thought I'd share them, as they encapsulate my ipseity (look it up) very greatly. (Note: There was a tad of revision from the previous list)
     
    The wind is in my pocket. -
    I had a friend by the name of Salty, last year (freshman year) and we were in P.E., in which we never do anything. He had some markers, someone (may have been him) gave me a piece of notebook paper, and I began to draw. I was thrilled at his tangerine blue (one of my favorite colors) Sharpie, and wrote a message which I thought was appropriate for such a marker: The Wind is in my Pocket. I then drew a blue ring with wavy dashes, some tree with other colored dry-erase markers, and I think a book that looked like it was on fire (it wasn't supposed to be). I still have that paper, and I hope to treasure it until I die. Not that there was anything thrillingly significant about it, just that it's the original source of the phrase "The wind is in my pocket", which is currently my favorite phrase.
     
    I'm an apricot dispenser.
    My friend Talan and I were building Lego-apostrophe-s, and I was really tired and bored. So I started doing what I always do to fill in boredome blanks. I sang. And I kept repeating the same lyrics - "I'm.. an apricot dispenser. I'm.. an apricot dispenser!" I must have sung it for hald an hour. Talan was driven crazy.
     
    Oh, I ate it!
    Hahaha. I tease my friend Chizzie with this one. (Her nickname has a story too). We were playing rummy at lunch, and she made a sandwich out of a roll, spicy chicken strips, and gravy. After a while she looked around, unable to find the sandwich, and assumed out loud, "Oh, I ate it!" I chuckled a bit, humored that she didn't even remember what she just ate. A few minutes later, she put her cards down and discovered the remaining half of the sandwich had been in her hand the entire time. "Oh!" she said, and everyone at the table uproared at her blondity. To this day she argues the sandwich was hidden behind her cards, though that argument never carries much weight.
     
    Do you know the couch?
    In middle school me and my friends would walk to and from school. One day there happened to be a couch just sitting on the side of the road. It stayed there about a week, and every time we passed it we speculated as to how it got there. The next day it wasn't there, but rather, further down the road. I happened to put a sign on it that said, "sit on me". The next day, it was back at its previous spot. Day after day, it kept popping up in various places along the road, until it disappeared entirely. It became a joke tot alk about the couch, because one could mention it and find out how knew what you were talking about. So it was customary for a while to ask random people, "Do you know the couch?" It was a wonderful inside joke.
     
    Boredom is cerebral toffee.
    This is the most recent one. I said "cerebral toffee" out loud while walking into Art a couple months ago. It was purely unplanned, and surprised me as much as it did the other people around me, and all I could think was, "What? What did I just say??" Later I remembered I was thinking about boredom, and what it was like, and blurted that out before it even went through my mind. That phrase is what inspired me to write my "philosophy" on the subconscious.
     
    I ought to opt for ocelots.
    I had a standard green crayola marker. I wrote it on my arm, as I do mostly with things I need to remember, because it sounded clever what with its alliteration and all. No reason whatsoever.
     
    Happy people running into walls!
    I'd love to remember how this came about. It was a popular phrase among me and my freinds in 7th grade. We made all sorts of variations that specified certain people, like Happy Kristin Leaping Into A Spinning Fan.
    I once tried being a happy person running into a wall, but I was too chicken to make full impact. Maybe that's for the better.
     
    Kuhnbergsteinheimerschlizuntschniz.
    This, no lies, is my best friend David's last name, before it was abbreviated "Kuhn". Yes, he's German.
     
    They don't know that.
    Whenever somebody pointed out something that was incorrect with something I said, this was always my response. Not much to it.
     
    Taco, taco, taco!
    It's a quote from some movie about a parrot. "I say taco, they say taco."
     
    That's a terrible thing to do.
    It's just something to say.
     
    It's naaaatural.
    David and I were eating dried apricots. They were.. interesting. I commented on how they taste like candy but also taste like "carp". Right when he said "Mm, carp candy," I read a label on the package and said, "It's naatural!"
     
    Splee is me.
    This is a BZP one. Undle Krekka changed his name to Splee a while back, which I think he said was from some show. His avatar said, "Splee is me!" and reminded me of the Green Eggs and Ham book by Dr. Seuss. The phrase "Splee is me" and its variants spread around for a while, mostly through chat.
     
    Cackling leeches for sale.
    My nieces have a skill at annoying my friends. They also have a skill at performing massive, throaty laughs on command. My friend Tyler wrote this on a MagnaDoodle in the car while they were bugging him, and held it up to the window.
     
    Dude, you're under arrest!
    I had to play a cop in some movie we made in 6th grade. This is what I said.
     
    Do not stink on your Krana.
    Back in 2002, when I had my original account (Ninjo's already settled the matter), I tried to make a warning about sucking on Krana, because it distorts their shape and they can't fit in the pan any longer. Unfortunately, due to BZP's word filter, this was the result, and a massive miscommunication ensued. I'll leave it to you to imagine that thread.
     
    You must eat Taosmints.
    The ultimate BZP conspiracy. I'm not sure what Taosmints are, but Superman had written in his sig, "There are no subliminal messages in this sig" repeated five times. But I saw through such a ploy, and discovered the words made the acronym TAOSMINTS. I've made efforts to reveal this despicable plot, but it still is spread unseen. Don't listen to Exo when he protests that it actually spelled "Tansmits". That's what they want you to think.
     
    Nothing beats elastic feats!
    I've no idea what this means! But I just decided to sing it to a song one day! And it's very refutable!
     
    You you're you.
    David and I are notorious for "Stutterances", a typo with the tongue one could say. I was trying to say "See you later" and you-you're-you came out instead. This region is filled with phrases like, "Hang upped", "Chee to the nin", and "Punctuization".
     
    i stole ur sophistication.
    I drew it on an art piece, because it was supposed to have a message.
     
    Life goes on.
    This is the only serious one. It's sort of a motto I use when I'm embarrased, or something bad but still less-than-tragic happens, or when I'm just having an all-around bad time.
     
    When the kids think of the fuschia.
    David and Talan really like this Japanese band called the Pillows. When they sing in English, however, parts are very indestinguishable. I include this phrase because it's David's favorite mis-interpreted lyric ever.
     
    Everyone loves the Bagel Man!
    And they don't realize, I AM Bagel Man! Interning at Discovery Camp (which is awesome) I had an extra, blank label after attaching labels to mail-outs. So I attached it to the back of my name tag and, after a couple moment's thought, wrote "Bagel Man." Bagel Man is my rarely-present alter ego, I assume. And after finding a picture of him on the internet at some running an dexercise site, I included him in my Top Nine Greatest Heroes and Dok stole his picture and put it in one of his content blocks (I don't know if it's still there).
     
    Lemon lemon lemon!!!
    The absolute, hands-down, greatest phrase slash inside joke of all time.
    I refuse to give you the insider story to this, as it won't be an inside joke any longer.
     
    (o)
  15. Etcetere

    -'.

    By Etcetere,

    It's a succeess! My first techno song! It's a bit of bobot music called BeepBoopBop, and it's the starting point for my sonic masterpiece production. I am now officially a technist. I'm .selah.
     
    BeepBoopBop
     
    Yes, the song is terrible terrible - that's how bobot music is. And yes, it's dedicated to BeepBoopBop.com.
     
    FruityLoops is great. I can't wait to actually get a version that isn't the demo. 7 is out. I'll be needing to dload that.
     
    Herruy for not feeling like including my barbecode tags!
     
    (o)
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    Keeva Or Kayva?

    By Etcetere,

    So yeah. I notice I begin many thoughts with that phrase.

    So yeah. Yesterday I went to my first real interview. That's right, interview. As in, Etcetere is soon joining the ranks of Those BZPers Who Actually Have Jobs. I'm going to be an employee. Oh my word.

    Unfortunately, I haven't much to say on my driver's permit progress, which ought to have been achieved last July. Life goes on.

    Anyway, check out Etcetere's prospective place of employment.

    (o)
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    Portal

    By Etcetere,

    Hah. Should be a great game. Too bad it comes with Half Life 2 2, which I recognize the coolness of but don't particularly care much for.
    Look up Portal on Google Videos.

    "If at first you don't succeed, you fail."
    "There is a hole in the sky through which things can fly!"

    And therefore StumbleUpon is great.

    (o)
  18. Etcetere
    I beat TwiPri during the first week of January. About a week ago, my friend from Art class loaned me Majora's Mask, as she did last fall with Ocarina o' Time.
    Now, as I play it, I'm at a standoff of which Zelda game, of the four 3-D ones released, is the best. OoT, MM, TP, or WW.
    So I'm gonna have a four-part blog series about each game, and my personal rants on them.

    TWILIGHT PRINCESS -
    Twilight Princess was truly enjoyable, but one of its two biggest downfalls was the dark storyline, while appealing to older fans, made me have to send my nieces out of the room and made my parents, as well as I, uncomfortable with the game. I ended up skipping past the part after restoring Lanayru, the most story-crucial part, as well as the creepiest by far. This game is the first game where the Zelda universe really becomes dark.

    Another was the convenience. Twilight Princess was the easiest Zelda I've ever played. Puzzles were incredibly straightforward, and there was no confusion about where in the world to go next. Midna guides you very specifically, taking away a lot of the problem solving aspect. Bosses, indeed, are challenging in the sense that they are extremely specific in the way you must damage them, but they are a cakewalk in the sense that they rarely attack, and when they do, it's something very easy to dodge. Whenever you do die, which is very rarely, you don't start up at the begining of the entire dungeon, you start off directly where you were, in the current mode of that boss. Death no longer has any real penalty. Plus, you eventually gain the ability to warp to about 20 locations in the world, which really does make sense but never gives you a chance to experience riding Epona accross Hyrule plain unless you absolutely want to.

    I encountered really no frustration whatsoever in the game, except for a few parts where boredom was more like what I felt. As much as everyone hates the Water Temple and that fight with Dark Link, and as many times as you throw your controller down and shout at the game, and how hard it was to survive against those bosses like Bongo Bongo and King Dodongo, those were the parts I loved. Those were the parts I felt accomplished at beating, the parts I remember and talk about. Nowhere in Twilight Princess did I honestly feel accomplished, or like I achieved something.

    Not only the darkness and the easiness, but there are many atributes which don't feel like they rose to the bar Twilight Princess seemingly set. Many classic Zelda aspects felt forgotten, classic enemies, clasic items, and unless I'm mistaken, there is no real major sidequest. And the musical quality, while great for the trailer, wasn't orchestral like I hoped. I think this is what disappointed me the most, is that I had presuppositions of what to expect, especially concerning the Temple of Time, which is stunningly creative and awesome and nostalgic, until you get to the actual dungeon part of it.


    But for the upsides - TwiPri feels the most like a real roleplaying game. While characters don't have as community-revolving roles as in MM, the characterization of everyone is amazing. From Telma to Malo to Midna, each person has detail and emotion and personality that the previous games couldn't supply. The game feels like you're following a story. You don't just have some fairy tell you, "Go to that place next!" You have clues to follow, giants to joust, carriages to escort across the country, bugs to hunt and entire regions of Hyrule to bring back light to, before each of the first three dungeons can be accessed. There is no dull moment in the first half of the game, it's the second half that doesn't fulfill what the first half led up to. But this is about the pros.

    While you don't have a Pictograph to collect photos with or a Biggoron Sword to claim, or any of the fun side things to keep you playing after you've beaten it, and lots of the enemies missing like Octoroks, and no Deku, there are certain aspects that will bring much nostalgia, particularly to the older crowd, from the original three games. The area of music is the most noticeable. In Hyrule castle, they use the same tune from the original, as well some Link to the Past themes in many cut scenes and dramatic moments. The game feels more like an upgrade of those, rather than of OoT or WW. Indeed, most classic ideas in Zelda games from before have been reintroduced with entirely new concepts. You know how you always have to go through rooms that represent the elements of the dungeons in the game, during the final dungeon? They took that concept, and used it as a boss battle instead with the main, though becoming the secondary, villian in the game.

    Speaking of villian battle, the fight with Ganondorf is awesome (excpet the wold part, in my opinion). They re-use concepts from the classic Ganondorf ping-pong fight, the painting-travelling Phantom Ganon, and the duel from WindWaker, with totally new twists. The fight goes from human to wolf to horseback to human again, ending with a far more spectacular finish move than ever seen before.


    Final evaluation: Twilight Princess is a great game, and an excellent addition to the Zelda series. It went far in depth to story, characterization, and the landscape of Hyrule. But the easiness defeats the purpose of it targeting an older audience.

    (o)
  21. Etcetere

    Top Many Things To Say

    By Etcetere,

    The wind is in my pocket.
    I'm an apricot dispenser.
    Oh, I ate it!
    Do you know the couch?
    Boredom is cerebral toffee.
    I ought to opt for ocelots.
    Happy people running into walls!
    Kuhnbergsteinheimerschlizuntschniz.
    They don't know that.
    Taco, taco, taco!
    That's a terrible thing to do.
    - loves you!
    It's naaaatural.
    Splee is me.
    Cackling leeches for sale.
    Dude, you're under arrest!
    Do not stink on your Krana.
    Nothing beats elastic feats!
    You you're you.
    i stole ur sophistication.
    Life goes on.
    Punctuization.
    When the kids think of the fuschia.
    Everyone loves the Bagel Man!
    Lemon lemon lemon!!!

    Stay tuned to experience the backstory behind each of these, and therefore get the hugest glimpse into my life you ever will.

    (o)
  22. Etcetere
    There are four aspects to the human subconscious. Boredome, cudome, abdome, and randome.

    Boredome is cerebral toffee. Your brain prefuses to chew it, and thus time is occupied. Boredom is commonly mistaken as inactivity. Rather, it is when life is enjoyed to the most and fullest. You see, boredom is fertilizer in the plot of creation, that is, no seed of originality can grow without boredom bringing about its necesity. Sparks of creativity are not ideas, rather ideas are the pests that hinder growth of.. well, this produce of creativity remains unnamed. Boredom at work: you say potato, I say potato.

    Cudome is cerebral asterisk. Cudome is what fills in blanks that have been introduced by boredome, and act as seeds. Cudome is the ability to break any string, any train of thought, and have it thrown wildly off track, usually resulting in a collision with, well, collisives, usually resulting in a spark of ingenuity and all-around grandure in the areas of uniquity. Cudom takes no influence from outside sources, much the opposite of abdome, introducing entirely unrelated subjects as the appropriate answers to the questions boredome raises. Cudome at work: you say potato, I say heracy.

    Abdome is cerebral lemon. Abdome is the gate between subconscious and conscious, the little rackety wooden barrier that prevents allows ideas, which are illegal, to enter the plot. When the abdome is week, it allows outside influences to.. influence.. the growth of our inaptly named produce. Mostly, abdome occurs when seed from trees in other human's plots have blown in, and formed hybrids with what was originally thoroughbred organic material. Abdome is not the subconscious working from the inside out, but rather the outside in. Abdome at work: you say potato, I say lemon.

    Randome is cerebral ihdgorkre. And above all, is the most misunderstood, commonly labelled "random" when in fact it is one of the other domains at work, most of all abdome. Consider it as the weather, whose uncontrolled behaviour drastically alters the growth and quality and breed of intellectual creativity. It is action when there is nothing to act, decision when there is nothing to decide. Mostly, it is the use of blanks before cudome has gotten its chance to fill them, resulting in pure, as humans would usually call it, which is a horrible act of abdome, randomness. Randome at work: you say potato, I say oiebng.

    All four work together to produce spawns in the plot of creativity. These spawns are incorrectly titled ideas, though they are usually defiled to become so later on. They have no name, and that should remain as such, as a naming is the best way to kill one of these plants. But alas, death is the result of every birth, and as such, these indefinite bodies must become ideas if one were to ever reach them beyond the plot and into the , not vast and open and spacious, but rather tight and closed and confined, region known as the conscious.

    Please appreciate my philosophy, and while I do not profess to be a Freud (whose name should be pronounced Frood, as we unrightfully do whenever mentioning Dr. Seuss (It's Seuss! Like Soice!) ) I do profess to be a Gregoire. And you'd be wise not to consider it as reality, or as such it would greatly weaken your abdome, making your produce vulnerable to defilement, as much is already. And please, don't relate abdome with abdomen, as that is a perfect example of weak both.

    (o)
  23. Etcetere
    My elusive hula, yellow sketching, creamy helium gentlemanly communique.

    Truth, medical entertain, cleverly porridge drain.

    Letter no; sly violin dust-bunny!

    Best-Existing Song (aside from one word)

    (o)
  24. Etcetere

    Ipaedia

    By Etcetere,

    Nobody paid any attention to my philosophy of subconscial creation, not that I put much seriousness in it anyway.

    Neeways, I present you now with the most thrilling installment, the Ipaedia, the complete compilation of all Ippish lore. I've made a couple entries concerning Ip, and these basically are glimpses of the articles and entries to be found within the encyclopaedia of Ip. And admittedly, much of the Lore of Ip is created on the spot, so I must have some audience suggestion. What sorts of things will you want to hear about?

    Here's some ideas to get you started - the Cispurnd, the Battle of Berulvm Gate, the Wombat Glove, Jaguaffs(they're so mawsome!), Saferdie Tenorbue, The Thirty Bucklers, and Soaun and Souforth.

    Ask away.

    (o)
  25. Etcetere

    Biiziipii

    By Etcetere,

    To elaborate on the previous entry, what say us BZPerWiiers get right to forming a sort of "clan"? Anyone willing or know someone willing to join BiiZiiPii, give me a PM.

    (o)
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