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[Ozymandias]

Ozymandias frantically dodges teeth and claws. He's a nimble little booger, you have to give him that. "Ouch! Ow! NO! Stoppit, OW!!! No!" Well, most of the time. "Wait!"

 

His creatures form a protective circle around him as Ozymandias conjures a white

 

flag and begins waving it wildly. "Listen! You misunderstand. I'm not going to stop

 

the post, heck, I couldn't if I wanted to! I'm not a moderator, you know! What I'm

 

*planning* on is copying the "Invasion of the Flying Grapes" PLOTLINE from here and

 

reposting it as a story in the Conservatory. If more gets added on to the point of

 

that just being chapter 1, hey, cool. I just thought it'd be a neat idea, is all. If I'm

 

being voted down THAT vehemently,..." He rubs gingerly at a hole in his robes that a

 

very large red stain has billowed from. "...I'll just bleed to death quietly."

 

 

 

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I am Ozymandias, king of kings:

 

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!