JuicedBananas

You're probably wondering what happened to my really long description. Actually, who am I kidding, no one who remembers it still plays this game. But if you do, or you're curious, don't worry! I still love you!

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I'm JuicedBananas and I used to write "I'm that guy" here but turns out that's not entirely accurate. I like writing and making things for people to enjoy. I used to be a moderator for this server but I stopped because I had done everything I wanted to and wanted to move onto other things. I'm studying to become a writer and everyone who follows me here is legally obligated to buy my books when I publish them.

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Once when I was one year old I fell down a hill, rolled 20 meters down, and crashed into a metal fence. Ever since that day I've been basically the same. Sometimes I bash my head into fences on purpose for old time's sake.

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I live in California.

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Invigorated, Bill Nye waltzed out of the Arby’s and into a mental breakdown. He drew his lightsaber once more, prepared to fend off the mind spiders, which, while just words, could still very much hurt you. The spiders launched a surprise attack from behind themselves, cutting into Bill’s kidneys and pushing them into the future. Bill counterattacked by using his lightsaber to cut off the spiders’ ties to their friends and family. The spiders retreated into the future, disaffected. Bill Nye contemplated the fact that his kidneys were now temporally displaced five minutes ahead of the rest of his body, but ultimately concluded that he had better things to do than ensure the continuity of his internal structure. He took out his phone to order a pizza.

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The last time I pooped my pants in class was in my Sophmore year of highschool. It wasn't my proudest day, but it wasn't my most shameful day either.

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I hope you're having a good time.

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