I'm the last surviving member of the Apple clan. My clan was known for our special juice, apple juice, which would deliver a refreshing taste whenever it was drunk by a lucky soul. But one day the Phantom Orange Troupe decided to attack us, killing everyone in my tribe and looting their bodies for their juices so they could sell them at a high price. One day I hope to become a black list hunter so I can buy all the apple juice back and return them to the bodies of my tribe, then dispose of the oranges.
- In the grave ;))))
- انضمJune 16, 2014
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iM DECEASED BC A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY READING THE FVCKNJGB AMAMI M&M FANFIC I CANT BREATHEعرض جميع المحادثات
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His palms are sweaty
Knees weak
Arms are heavy
There's blood on his sweater already
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