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Read my FUCKING mind, Mitsuko.Mariavel's Narration wrote:]"What a drag "
CBP's Imagination wrote:"So how about that boy you like, Mariavela?"
"Darcy I will cut you if you distract me from my cheerleading one more goddamn time."
"Well shit Mariavela I was just asking you a question you didn't have to be such a bi-"
"My Pom-Poms are being RUFFLED right now, Darcy. You are RUFFLING. MY. POM-POMS."
Sadly CBP looked at a SOTF character. It was so sad... such a sad character... like him... he only waned a normal life... was that too much to ask? was it?Mariavel's Narration wrote: Sadly she looked at a picture. It was so sad... such a sad painting... like her... she only waned a normal life... was that too much to ask? was it?
Or, y'know, it was a cruel joke that Mariavel fell for somehow. I mean, whatever. Not like I wanted to be pleasantly surprised or anything.Lavender wrote:"I'm pregnant and you're the father."
She then runs out of the store and into a nearby bathroom in the mall proper. Lavender gets pissy, leaves, goes to that same bathroom, hears Mariavel crying, and then kicks the stall because she doesn't recognize who it is.Mariavel wrote: "This is so funking stupid! I can't handle this shit!"
This is Mitsuko's way of communicating to us how Mariavel confesses her crush. In a pre-game where one kid actually literally fucking died, this is a bit of a shocking swerve, to say the least. I'm sure by this point Mariavel's reputation has preceded her, but come on, was this really okay? Take out everything after the first death tag and I'm pretty sure people would believe she was actually fucking shot. It's just ludicrous to me that someone would do this.Mitsuko y u do this wrote: Bam!
A bullet from a silenced handgun blew out the side of Mariavel's neck, ripping through her carotid artery. The blonde collapsed, the last moments of her life spent gasping for air and choking on her own blood.
Mariavel Varella is Dead
"Snake, what have you done?! You've changed the future! You've created a time paradox!"
psyche.Lavender wrote: "Mariavel!"
It speaks for itself.Actual Words That Somebody Wrote wrote: Well, Its certainly a pleasure seeing you again Miss Varella. I never thought youd get over that little molestation you had. He half smirked as he said it.
Fuck you asshole!
It seems like the short valley in which Mariavel was actually maybe not the worst person ever has passed. We've returned to peak Mariavel now. All Mariavel, all the time. So much Mariavel that if the atmosphere turned into Mariavel, you wouldn't even notice, because you've been breathing Mariavel the whole time.Wiki wrote: Enemies: [...] Seth Malvice (kind of)
There's a good reason that this is one of her notable quotes on the wiki.Mariavel wrote:So you show yourself on the island as well . Father!
Activity in V2 was a tricky subject. It wasn't always strictly enforced, and when it was, you had things like Mariavel kill sprees. In this case, endgame was taking so long to get done that Megami herself had to step in and remind everyone how much time they had left. Comes at just an appropriate time for me, too, since I think this post has gone on pretty long already. Mariavel shoots Damien and kills him the end let's keep moving.Megami wrote: ((Okay, this has gone on for way too long. You have seventy-two hours -- that's three days, kids -- to finish this fight. You've had more than enough time, and Endgame has come to a complete stop. It's been ten days since the last post. Failure to abide by this deadline may result in characters being forfeited.))
hahahahahaha!!! hahaha!!!!!! ha. ha. :(Fenris wrote:Brandon Cuthbert appears literally out of nowhere and is awful (i do not envy whoever has to read this kid)
just say doorbell what the hellwrote: 'This is so embarrassing.' the girl thought before pressing the small white button designated for the loud ringing it would produce, alerting the occupants of the home of an outside visitor. In normal language, and not the language of Lee-Ann and her intellectual friends, it was a simple doorbell.