Oh why thank you anonymous person. But I think that calling me a beautiful person is somewhat stretching the truth.
I don’t ever recall facing this fat pathetic excuse for an aspect of “death”
I suppose being myself, Maiev Shadowsong, was not the best choice for me. Elune should have made me a different person but…. Oh well. I tried and failed at life. No man will ever care, no one will be my friend because every time I make friends they die or something… Everyone probably thinks I am insane and PMS all the time… I don’t even know why they would think that about me.Well…actually, it is a very accurate observation of my personality and mental state so never mind. But at least this sprinkle party cake ice cream doesn’t judge me. It knows my pain. It feels my feels. It soothes me with sweet creamy deliciousness. It is my best friend.
Fuck you. And I prefer your right testicle, it hangs a little lower and seems to be bigger than the left one, which I do like. One time… hehe… when you were in prison, and you were sleeping, I drew smiley faces on them and made them super cute and holding hands and they looked adorable. I managed to get a photograph if you’d like to see one day. but I presume you probably saw the ink on your ballsack when you woke up.
And teabagging, well, I put teabags on my eyes every so often to get rid of dark circles under them.
Move on from what? I presume you mean Illidan. Hm. Well I’d tell you, naive little grey-faced welp, but… it’s classified information and I’m sure you probably don’t want to know
bout how i’m addicted to his penis.
Thank you for revealing your true identity so I can more easily hunt you down and slay you for interfering with my plans… you can only delay the inevitable.
I will never do such a disgusting thing, what by Elune’s name do you think I am, some WHORE? Go ask Tyrande.
Oh I don’t know why you’re not there… I give you my love… but you don’t care. So what is right. so what is wrong… give me a sign….
What is love? Baby don’t hurt me… don’t hurt me… no more..
Oh I don’t know… what can I do… what else can i say, it’s up to you… I know we’re one, just me and you… I can’t go on.
What is love? Oh baby don’t hurt me.. don’t hurt me no more. What is love? Baby don’t hurt me.. don’t hurt me… no more.
Woah-oaahh-ooaah- woahh aahh oh woooaah ahh ahh ohhh.. uhhaaahh. Woah oaaah oaah woaah ahh oh woooaah ahh ahh oh… uhhhahhh
Wat is love? Oooahh. Oh baby don’t hurt me don’t hurt me no more.
Don’t hurt me… Oaahhh. Don’t hurt me.. Ooaoahhh
I want no other, no other lover, this is your life, our time. When we are together, I need you FOREVER IS IT LOVE
I’m positive that he could describe the love he has for himself, because he has no capability to care for anyone but himself… and Tyrande, even after she rejected him. Playing him on like the whore she is, then saying no. What a bitch. I wouldn’t have rejected Illidan the way she did if he had asked me to take over the world with him. I’m actually still surprised that he still cared for her even after millenia, especially when he knew damn well she was with his brother forever… I think that’s pretty pathetic actually, and I constantly told him to get over the bitch when he was in prison. Told him that she is probably “having sex with Malfurion right now as we speak.” and he would shrug it off like it was just a phase she was going through and that one day she’ll see what he’s worth. Hah! As if that would ever happen, and as if he would be worth anything to any woman being a piece of criminal scum. But if it was me in Tyrande’s position, and I had the opportunity to choose, I would have accepted the clearly superior, and more handsome, of the twins, after all, I could sense, even then, that Malfurion and his druidism did not leave much hope for the future and prosperity of our great race… and not to mention that hideous beard is probably home to all sorts of disgusting festering creatures. And he thinks it makes him look wise or something. But when I captured him all I could smell was rotting tree bark, something extremely rank. And it was seriously coming from the beard. At least Illidan was proud to show his manly, chiseled features… he didn’t need to hide the manliest chin in existence behind some dirty, mossy, thick beard to prove that he was a strong man with superior manhood
swoon . Illidan may have tried to destroy the world multiple times, became a tyrant, etc, but at least he was honest about being an evil, power-hungry, selfish piece of shit. I mean, he did speak false words to me for centuries, tried to manipulate me, and lied about everything, then tortured me in Outland, treated me like shit, was extremely abusive, and was a two-faced son of a bitch. But that sly smirk on his face all the time let me know he was just being a huge, hemroid-ridden, prolapsed, shit-encrusted, smelly, sagging anus.
I don’t believe Tyrande, Malfurion, even Illidan, or anyone for that matter, knows what true dedication is, true passion for what they wish to pursue truly means. I believe, after thinking about it, that love is more of the dedication to something. Duty, another person, an ideal, a religious philosophy such as our sacred Goddess, etc. My brother Jarod attempted to humour me with the excuse of giving centuries of dedication to our people once after his wife died… assuming I would even care about some broad he ran away with that I hardly even knew. I can do nothing but laugh at pathetic excuses most people have. Centuries… I have sacrificed so much more than time in the name of justice. I have lived and breathed it, remaining true to my duty even til death do us part. And even after the death of my prisoner I still feel the need to continue to hunt him, even as futile as it may seem. It is a strange phenomenon.