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Someone Must Have Taken The 'Q' Section Out Of My Dictionary

Because I Don't Know How To Quit

Created on 2007-09-01 02:45:53 (#13721979), last updated 2009-11-27

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Name:	YOUR SEX IS ON FIRE
Birthdate:	10-10
Website:	Icon Journal

Bio

The Beginning...
Hello, there. You have ventured far indeed, to reach my castle of my Typo Kingdom. I am a young Queen, naught more than 18 years of age. My abilities to typo, however, are greater than that of the blindest man. When I was a child living on the far reaches of the country side, word of my prowess reached the dying King. He sent his four most trusted Paladin to my home, to see for themselves if the rumors of my abilities were true. Mike, the No-Vowels Paladin, handed me a keyboard from which to type an IM to the King through Windows Messenger. We conversated for hours and in that time the dying King saw the potential for his Kingdom. He IMed Bob, the Texting Paladin, and told him to bring me to his castle at once. The four Paladin gathered me in a pillow case and set for home. Alas, it was not to be. The dying King's wife, Queen Robin, was making an effort to type correctly. Unbeknown to the country, their Queen would be their fall. Queen Robin's efforts were being rewarded, and before the dying King could stop her, Queen Robin was an acceptable typist. Typonnia was falling, quite literally. Down into the depths of Hell Typonia went. The four Paladin knew they had in their pillow case the one chance to revive their country, their home. The Paladin four rode hard, using all their Typobilities to save themselves from the fiery destruction. Mike commanded the horses to ride faster, using no vowels. Bob texted the black reaches of death behind them, pleading for our lives. Steve, the Mistyped-Keyface Paladin, made all the not-quite-right faces he could to the destruction behind us, trying to delay the horribleness of it all. It was Jayne, the Internets-Speaking Paladin, who saved us. He bitched at Hell-Wombats, now inches behind us, to gtfo of our way. He rofled on his horse when the Hell-Wombats became confused, and that was when he made his last move, and epic move. A move so epic, I cannot speak of it here. It was that move that saved us, the five last survivors of Typonia.

And then...
The four Paladin of the fallen Kingdom raised me as their own daughter. We traveled to Hawaii, Guam, Panama, California, Texas, New York, Utah, Nevada, Arizona, Washington, and Oregon. Our travels were to expose me to as many forms of Typo as possible. They taught me their individual Typobilities, forming a Master of all forms of Typo. I joined an RP named Kiseki, following the recommendations of my Four Fathers. I played there and soon became friends with the other puppet masters. It was then, that I met...her. Queen Robin, the one who fell Typonia.

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