This world. This rotten, filthy world of ours. This world is s**t out of luck, now that the glorious Lord Trapjaw has arrived upon it. Let the minstrels and poets far and wide tell of the beautiful slaughter I shall bring about, the horrific and delicious flood of crimson that will wash out streets once I go on a quest to gather followers. Lord Trapjaw shall be master of all he surveys, and none should endeavor to stand anywhere but in his encompassing, blood-drenched light. Such is the word of Trapjaw himself.
 Arashi Yanagawa · Wed Sep 10, 2008 @ 05:27pm · 1 Comments |
