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    Zanar Naryon
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@NikuComics: It pretty much goes Denmark - Sweden - Norway (NORWAY BEST COUNTRY)
The problem of Evil. If God is all powerful, all knowing, and all good, why does evil exist?

If the gods do evil, then there are no gods.
-Euripides
Well, she's braver than me. I'm horrible at remembering names, I couldn't tell you the names of classmates I've had for years, but I usually try to avoid mentioning it unless it comes up
I guess being an aethereal observer does have it's downsides
Oh, the poetic despair

(Try to imagine that I said that in the most obnoxious way possible)
Ah, the screams of thousands of sinners. Farewell, god damn humans. May an army of devils sing thee to thy fiery death
Stab him in the mouth, Grim. but make sure the final blow is with the Scythe mode. Aesthetics, you know
The dead need no possessions
I doubt Death intended to do that, he did not know your weakness (I would say he doesn't know his own strength, but he clearly does)

Also, Ripa is a bit of a jerk
"Did you see the transformation effects in the latest X-men? Those were awesome. Have you ever seen anything like it?"
"I have... Yeah, that was weird"
"My first kiss was a friend"
"My first kiss was my first boyfriend"
"My first kiss was a demonic deer"
Damn brains, remember what I tell you to
Plot twist: Liz is a deity
Well, I am a sucker for transformations
DAMN YOU, TREES ARE AMAZING
Wow, I've never skipped that much time at once before. Oh, except for that one time... Yeah, that was weird
Wow, I've never skipped that much time at once before. Oh, except for that one time... Yeah, that was weird
Do not go gentle into that Good Night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Though wise men at their end know dark is right
Because their word had forked no lightning, they
Do not go gentle into that good night

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
Rage, Rage against the dying of the Light

Wild men, who caught and sang the Sun in flight
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
Do not go gentle into that good night

Grave men, near Death, who see, with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
rage, rage against the dying of the light

And you, my father, there on the sad height
Curse, Bless me now, with your fierce tears, I prey
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, Rage against the dying of the light
Just for the record, I am fully expecting her to stab that thing into a bonfire somewhere
@JetDaGoat: But I wanted to make everyone else use my suggestions