That's right. We want YOU to join TnT.
But only if you are at least Level 20, 18+ years of age, and have some sort of amazing emotional disorder.
TnTers are super hip, progressive, active, and somewhat disturbed. We want people who play the game and/or those who LOVE to talk about all kinds of crazy stuff in our active guild forum.
Do you like putting your fists in various foods? Welcome to your new home.
Do you believe that prawn shrimp make good personal saviors? You belong here.
Do you despise racism, sexism, homophobia all while loving that which is degenerate, depraved, and flat-out kooky? Come on in, then. I have something for you to sit on.
Please let us know your dietary requirements and any food allergies you might have. TRiNiTY
edited by ArtemisBZ monday 10/06/2013, 04:25
What? Deliver food and pay for that too? i know Babs is very beautiful, but never knew she charges for even a glimpse of her. is her second name Kardashian, by any chance?
@Merm: I am asking just a pittance compared to what Babs asks his food delivery guy
Oh, man... you should see what I do with sombreros and food delivery people.
I'm assuming something with dancing around a mexican hat, and a mini hat is somehow involved
Oh, sorry, Trix, I got distracted. Was preoccupied with trying to find out how many donuts I could f**k at one time.
Every time you say something weird, that pirate clown will remind you how weird you are
What's 'weird' mean?
Also, I invented vomit soda! And my neighbor blew up his meth lab! In tribute, I wrote a ballad for him. It's called,
"Sodium Hydroxide Keeps Fallin' on My Head"
Babs, this time, I am upset.
The last post here was on Wednesday 04/09/13, and counting from that day, I expect 6 kalindras and 3 Cortez to be in my PS by evening for 69 clintz, or I'm gonna take your thongs off, chase you down the beach and do all things interesting till either the exhaustion or the crabs stop us.
Okay, now I am being serious, guildless kiddies out there.
You need guilds.
If you don't have guilds, that's the boogeyman smells it, and that door of the cupboard close to beadstead starts opening slowly with that nerve-wracking creaking sound, and the boogeyman extends his meatly manicured nails 9 inches long, caked with blood and poopoo of little kiddies like you............ and then out comes the tongue, flicking, and licking (girls, don't get excited, here, I am trying to scare just lil boys), and then he slithers out with a green slime trailing behind.................. 'OOOOHHHH, STOP! I'm gonna plead and beg Babs to take me into Trinity tonight itself, oh please make him stop!!!' is what I want to hear from you, understand?
Else, you hear that creaking sound, god knows when, maybe tonight?
What say? Apply now, or later, in maybe another 10 minutes?