SanguineTear

Heh, fair enough~ I AM BALANCE

Oh my word, that's just horrid. Sorry you had to deal with such a mess. I frankly am a bit disturbed when people laugh at such a thing, it kinda raises a red flag to me.

Hi there, welcome to AF! I'd say this place is a great one to join as your first forum~ I actually have a great friend into anime who is also into sports, though he moreso prefers watching than playing~

Greetings, and welcome to Anime Forums. I hope you enjoy your time here~

Tired, but positively elated~ Got scoped today and it turns out although I will need a major surgery within a few years most likely, I will not need to have my stomach removed which is just an enormous relief. I don't mind losing bits and pieces here and there, but I kinda like having my stomach~

Salutions, and welcome to Anime Forums, I hope you enjoy your time here~

I am absolutely not going to see it, but that is only because I hate movie theaters and the obnoxious children that always seem to plague them regardless of the movie. I will probably be renting it at some point though, the Joker is one of my favorite villains~

I can relate, friends I know in person... well they tolerate my weebish ways at least~ Anyways, welcome aboard~

Salutations, Rin, and welcome to AF~ I hope you can find what you seek here~

So this was when I was very young, somewhere 10 or below, and my mom took me with her to work for reason. She didn't work in like a regular office, but a small hangar where she did the book keeping. Now at this hangar was a hulking beast of a cat named Rotor that weighed over 30 pounds. He wasn't just a fatty though, he was muscular and powerful, and he loved to play. Playing included chasing after people when they run. So brilliant, 10yo me decided to run around and play with the cat. I failed to account for two important details though. 1: If Rotor caught you, he jumped onto your leg and/or mauled the hell out of it. 2: I was wearing shorts. So I run around for a bit and then he catches me... and my legs were absolutely shredded. Probably over 100 rather deep scratches. They drew blood here and there but nothing quite stitch worthy. Fricking painful though. Short bonus story: when I was around 5 I sat on a fire ant mound while wearing shorts. Oh dear lord the pain was something I will never forget. I learned that day why they are called fire ants.

I am more or less okay, I hope you are doing well too~ Oh yeah, that's right!

Not gonna lie, I only remember what we called you for short, Maley I think. I am pretty sure the word Malice was in it.... hard to say, it was like 3 years ago~ ...dear lord, it has been so long.

Greetings and welcome to the forum~! I can confirm what @Seshi says; I have been around for years and AF has always been friendly whenever I poke around~