No. 61.4?

No. Think a bit taller. 120-170?

De first guy. WWW? Me or buriedsky?

Shorter than my actual height. 160-190?

No. 61.6?

No. UK?

Wayy off. (my mass is only 27kg.) 61.1?

Slightly shorter. 120-160?

I like to honour you cause you're an awesome writer. :P

Aww, tank you! :thankyou:

Please, please, PLEASE don't remind me my mother's super-tasty brownies, King Stratus!

No. 140-180 cm.

Far less. 42-64 kg?

More than a day.

Eye dee kay. :lol: Why did I see a gold today?

Hehe. (I can survive a Thunder M3 shot with an M1 Wasp. Thanks to Metallic paint.)

I answered another question with that answer.

No. 13

Duel

What if there were no ranks?

Twins.

Math and science.

Inner Truths Chapter 4: Revelation "I will help you. He is not dead. What I shot is merely a vision," I reluctantly speak. And quite suddenly, another voice spoke. A childlike voice, "Who is this stranger you are talking to, father?" The voice forced our eyes towards the voice's source, which left us surprised. It was the man's son. "Alexei, this is none but your uncle. Do not call him a stranger, please?" The man kindly told the son the truth, a truth that left me shocked. How can I be his uncle? "Are you sure? Are you saying that to comfort Alexei or am I really your brother?" The reply from the man was an affirmative. I am his uncle. And the man's brother. I happily hug Alexei, not knowing what would happen next. A man came in, someone who I knew as my brother. Seeing a gun in his hand wasn't a pleasant sight. He suddenly prepared the gun for the worst. He put his finger on the trigger, targeting it at the man. Realizing the situation, Alexei came ahead of the gun, just as it let out a sound and a shot. The boy was shot dead. "No! Why did you do that?" Alexei's father said. Tears rolled down our cheeks, following a sinister laugh by the other man. Alexei was dead. Dead. Police was alerted, and they arrested my brother for killing Alexei. But it was not enough to calm us. Nothing was enough. Nothing.

Next time Forester please? And good job.

Underdogs according to the description of underdog in the poem.