Noob-Zer013
New member
I've been on here for a few weeks and never properly introduced myself. First off I'm going to say I really like this forum. I've been on others before but this seems to be one of few that have good people who actually care for the MK lore and not just the gameplay. So I'm happy to be here.
Here's a little about me. Take it with a huge grain of salt:
I can be seen sitting in the court yard during the Mortal Kombat tournament. I got drenched in blood that day and the guards took my phone. It was an awful experience that I still haven't recovered from mentally. Its getting better as time goes on but I still have nightmares and bad night sweats.
One time I checked the calendar to see it was sunny out, so I took grand pep pep for a walk. He suffers from terminal anal hooch sweats and its not a pretty sight when you have to wake him up in the morning with a face full of dry stinky saliva. When he was put down by a firing squad, they offered me his remains but I declined. I never liked the way he looked.
The only person I had left was my dingus girlfriend except she was never around because she was too busy hanging out with my friends. She would sometimes stop in to give me my rent money but that's the most I saw of her. I was excited when she announced she was pregant but my friend convinced her to have an abortion. Upon doing so she revealed that she was moving away with my best friend. I was fine with that except for when she took the tv with her.
After that I had no one to provide for me nor was I able to watch my Dharma and Greg VHS tapes and depression struck hard. It wasn't hard to kick my crack habit when I have no money and also being a homophobe. I took a job as an assistance secretary where my uncle use to work. I only got the job after lying about my resume. I promised a few people money to vouch for these lies and it worked. That was probably the single most hilarious moment in my life because I don't even know how to work a stapler nor did I have money to pay those people.
Eventually I retired from two days worth of work at the office and realized I had better things to do with my life. So I wrote an autobiography and let a stranger have it and publish it as his own. I never got any credit nor did it sell very well. Eventually, they paid people to take the extra copies. I never read it because it was a boring read.
Here's a little about me. Take it with a huge grain of salt:
I can be seen sitting in the court yard during the Mortal Kombat tournament. I got drenched in blood that day and the guards took my phone. It was an awful experience that I still haven't recovered from mentally. Its getting better as time goes on but I still have nightmares and bad night sweats.
One time I checked the calendar to see it was sunny out, so I took grand pep pep for a walk. He suffers from terminal anal hooch sweats and its not a pretty sight when you have to wake him up in the morning with a face full of dry stinky saliva. When he was put down by a firing squad, they offered me his remains but I declined. I never liked the way he looked.
The only person I had left was my dingus girlfriend except she was never around because she was too busy hanging out with my friends. She would sometimes stop in to give me my rent money but that's the most I saw of her. I was excited when she announced she was pregant but my friend convinced her to have an abortion. Upon doing so she revealed that she was moving away with my best friend. I was fine with that except for when she took the tv with her.
After that I had no one to provide for me nor was I able to watch my Dharma and Greg VHS tapes and depression struck hard. It wasn't hard to kick my crack habit when I have no money and also being a homophobe. I took a job as an assistance secretary where my uncle use to work. I only got the job after lying about my resume. I promised a few people money to vouch for these lies and it worked. That was probably the single most hilarious moment in my life because I don't even know how to work a stapler nor did I have money to pay those people.
Eventually I retired from two days worth of work at the office and realized I had better things to do with my life. So I wrote an autobiography and let a stranger have it and publish it as his own. I never got any credit nor did it sell very well. Eventually, they paid people to take the extra copies. I never read it because it was a boring read.