Life is an rpg, don’t cross me, because you look like just enough XP to level up. *i say to a 12 year old kid who asked me why I stunk so much, I then proceeded to cave his tiny skull in with a stick and flossed over his lifeless body*
Life is a speed run *i say as I bhop backwards through my office and glitch through the corner of a wall and launch myself into the White House killing the president instantly from a backstab dealing maximum damage*
