Shademaster12345

Hey your EVIL!!!!! *GROWLS AT YOU*

no

I have a poem mario style for you!!! Here it is! *starts singing*

Far over the Mushroom Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and green pipes old
We must away ere the break of day,
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The Toads of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like rining bells
In places deep, where koopas sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and demon lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
the koopa king-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the Mushroom Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and green pipes old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by Toads or elves.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And Toads looked up with faces pale;
Bowser's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low thier towers and houses frail.

The Mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The Toads, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled thier hall to dying fall

Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
For over the Mushroom Mountains grim
To dungeons deep and green pipes dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

oh, sorry, but i can't draw that well. i can write stories, but not draw pics. i like to call myself artistcaly challenged.

hi. any news or anything to talk about?

sure

did you draw a pic for my contest???

so where is the contest

YAY!!!!

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