Sunday, July 30, 2006

Lyus the Gallant -The Best Around-

Fyghtying is the only thyng that can keep me from fallyng into the black whole that is my exystence. I am The Great Lyus the Gallant, maybe you haven't heard of me, but you will soon. Not only am I rysyng up in the fyghtyng cyrcuyt, but my need to pyrate what I want when I want shall soon be known across the galaxy, nay, across the entyre unyverse. See I was born from the Madness know as Kyos, and have not one, but two Bastard fathers who care to much for themselves to even raise me. Sure I was raised as an orphan, and don't get me wrong....I am not crying or complaynyng about thys. I was raysed with Vycca and Valymar, they are my brother and syster. The Twyns, we call them....but they are nothing alyke, Valymar is so much more fun to hang around the Vycca. I ryde aboard the unmatch shyp known as Absoultion's Embrace, if you have seen it.....then I am sorry that you have been robbed by us, but I must thank you for the bountyful goods that you so kyndly and wysely allowed us to have. I have the Mad Passion of Kyos flowyng in my veins, powered by my Wrath. The only reason i fyght and fyght and fyght is to fynd somethyng that I am myssyng. What thys is, I know not. I have rysyn to Rank #315 in a very short amount of tyme, but when you are immortal, tyme is all you have. Is there no one that can match my fyghtying power? Can no one beat me? Not in thys lyfetyme or the next. Oh well, as always only I can beat me, but styll I search for the Greatest Fyght I can fynd. Always searching, always looking. I you need hyred muscle look me up, I can do it all for the ryght pryce. Sure I may come at expensyve rates, but doesn't everyone that can get the job done?

-Lyus the Gallent-
Rank #315 today
Rank #1 Tomorrow
The Best Fyghter in the Unyverse Soon

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can't wait to get ahold of your neck as to crush it in a way that will cause unrepairable damage to your spine! I am going to hunt you down and fillet your skin. Then I will tan your skin in a pan of your blood and piss and lock your soul to it so as to do my Little Kooky Dance with your flesh as my own. Kisses Loverboy!

Sherman Tank. #307 Guild Circuit

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