Single stanzas were never my forte... :lol:

^ Your name sounds like a "count-down" minus 7...You are mathematically creative. B)

You'll have to write your own assignment.

If you ask me. It sounds like a case of "shaft envy". B)

That was really descriptive. Hope you keep your writing up...Maybe you will have a story of your last day of summer vacation.

Actually, if there is no clinical treatment available; lemon juice can act as a natural antiseptic, to cleanse and sterilize. I heal, and take the user below me on a motor expedition through the Gobi desert. Hundreds of miles into the journey, I ask "Can you do me a favor and check to see if my headlight is burnt out? It'll be dark soon!"...I drive away..."Sorry, nothing personal!"

Your sitting on it. Are you reading this?

I survive and win this game, because the above user didn't inflict death upon me...However, as an act of good faith; I have decided to let it continue. The User below me is so overwhelmed by my gesture that he, or she chokes to death on his, or her own tears of joy.

That was actually a decoy. I live, it circles to terminate you. The user below me is so amazed that he drives his tank off the edge of a cliff, smashing on the rocks below.

monkeyburn - "Took a typing course."

Yes...I imagine they "ranked-up" big time when that option was available, and never took the steps to acquire skill like most players.

You are proven to be psychologically imbalanced, heavily medicated and institutionalized for your own safety. Meanwhile, I kill the person below me by tying them in front of a television set, and forcing them to watch back to back episodes of the French version of Barney 24/7, causing their head to explode.

Your breath smells so bad, like old sneakers; from not brushing your teeth in the morning that your mouth fumes act as a mirage, and what you think is your trash is actually your breakfast food bowl. You die, I live to kill the person below me by tying a rope around one leg while they sleep. With the other end secured to the bumper of a fire truck down the street, I pull a false alarm..."Ouch!"

You miss, hitting the person below me, who unfortunately survives. So waiting for "low tide", I submerge their body up to their neck in the mud. You get the picture. Blub...Blub...Blub. "Sorry nothing personal."

I really hate to be the one that breaks this to you, but Llama's are attracted to the color white during that time of the year (birds & bees)... B)

That was my android, which I send out occasionally to run errands if I'm busy performing other tasks. The user below me is attacked by an enraged pack of disturbed squirrels, while strolling through the park.

Your tank colors are the official circus colors...You might want to submit that one to the developers. April 20th is celebrated as World Circus Day..."I think it would look neat!" :) P.S.

1. For many moons now. 2. Yes. 3. Every waking moment. 4. Does that include non-shareholders? 5. I'll never talk! You'll have to beat it out of me! 6. Can I say that online?

Your esoterically brief syntax is so enigmatic for this colloquy.

"Too late!"

"LOLOLOL!!!" - Looks like six hours after game-play in Dusseldorf.