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[soul_in_hand]

Y'know what? Sorcermon's right. Much as I hate to admit THAT.

EVERYONE. GET OVER IT!

Oh, sure, it's annoying as hell. I'm surprised Yoshino hasn't beat me to death for half the shit I've said in the past couple'a days.

But, really? Thinkin' on it? People should be more honest! Speak with your heart, don't just hold things back because they might

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[soul_in_hand]

Every great triumph I've had in my life has been by being honest and putting all my feelings and soul into what I'm doin', be it my fist or my words. By realizing my own weaknesses and need to protect my friends and loved ones above all else, I've overcome a hell of a lot. Everything from Demon Kings to wannabe GODS.

[soul_in_hand]

Pretty much!

The Digi-Soul is the power of emotions itself, and without bein' true to them, I never woulda attained the kinda power it took to defeat our enemies back home.

[spandexkitty]

Now you're talking!

Truth, along with Love and Justice, is part of living a good life! Nyah!

[soul_in_hand]

...a little odd, but I'm gettin' used to that type of thing. Least you got the right attitude.

[spandexkitty]

Love Love Senshi Kitty-N always has the right attitude! Or I wouldn't have gotten as far as I have.

♥ So who am I talking to~?

[soul_in_hand]

Love... Love... wtf

Uh.

The name's Masaru. Daimon Masaru, Number One Street Fighter in this or any other world!

[thisisspinalbug]

I'M ACTUALLY A SUPERHERO!

....man I'm beginning to hate that.

[soul_in_hand]

...THAT'S AWESOME!

[jacksmishaps]

I love rum. And I'm a black-hearted scoundrel; I loot and plunder, indulge in thievery and and generally a really bad egg.

Funny 'ow this wonky virus-thingy don't affect Ol' Captain Jack, eh?

[soul_in_hand]

Yer still new here.

Give it time.

[jacksmishaps]

Of course t'certain points in origin of this so-called virus-thing-y oft create purpose in life, indulging in th' secrets of renown an'/or oft creating strife amidst the little children of th' world. Much like th' cuttlefish; lined up inna row, oddly crazy nuff t'devour one nuther by means of gestation at the slightest truth and offense. Creating a valued social and possibly irresponsible change in shift and dymanic, much like the empty black gaping suckin' hole in Davy Jones chest, methinks.

Truth be told as one bein' t'another, y'create density in human responsiblity lest be oft adverse to taking it by the bullet an' inna day, crate the expansive gap of reality and/or fiction. Q.E.D. You're not tellin' th'truth.

... You're not a eunuch are you?

[soul_in_hand]

...Y'KNOW. I THINK I KNOW WHY YOU'RE NOT AFFECTED.

NEITHER THIS WORLD OR ITS GOD CAN UNDERSTAND YOU ENOUGH TO MAKE IT PAST THE CRAZY PARTS OF YOUR BRAIN.

[shorty_ez_mouse]

... Huuuuuh?

[soul_in_hand]

...uh. Don't tell lies?

[shorty_ez_mouse]

You're weird, Mister. :o

[soul_in_hand]

How the hell is that weird?