20/27
West Coast Best Coast Server
Hello My real name is fluizzle D. Beastizzle but only my mom calls me that. (usually when she catches me drinking right out of the milk carton)
At the age of 3 i was sensitive to conservation of local wildlife and donated both my eyes to a young possum that was involved in a crosswalk mishap. Later my eyes enabled that young possum to have a long career with TSA sniffing luggage stuck in the high rafters at airports. He was very suited to this as he could navigate the beams with his prehensile tail. He could stay up in the rafters sniffing luggage without taking a break because he would pack a lunch in his Marsupial pouch. He was so successful he was able to purchase a replacement eye from an emerging market, therefore gratefully returning one back to me.
So as a man, with an eye that has walked a mile in a possums shoes i prepared myself to venture into the amazing internet web of flash games.
I spent years virtually farming, virtually blasting through space and virtually exploring dungeons with my virtual friends by my side. Yet never establishing that level of comfort in my own virtual skin.
One evening while planting virtual crops for my virtual villagers i took a minute to spring up and get a Monster Energy drink to continue the long Friday night with my virtual buddies I inadvertently stepped into my 2 stroke snow blower i rigged in my front room as a low cost power source for my computing needs.
several operations later I was left with half my leg missing from the accident and a stainless steel quick attach at the end of my stump with several options for lower appendages. This worked fine for a couple years until one day cruising through Las Vegas i noticed a small store advertising Prosthetic legs for all occasions. I walked in not knowing it would change my virtual life forever.
Immediately i was drawn to a rough hewn piece of oak with an anchor carved in the side.
The moment i snapped it in place i could feel the fear from the other patrons and employees begin to thicken the air. Something came over me and as i approached the counter to pay for the natural extension of my leg and soul I knew that rather than pay for it i needed to take it by force. I retrieved my boot knife from my good legs boot and threw my hand in the air exclaiming "AARRRRRGGGGG!" i will not pay! and quickly ran out of the store.
I returned home my heart pounding and a strange feeling the seawater was coursing through my veins. There i sat, in front of my computer and slowly typed what the virtual wind in my hair and virtual sea mist on my face was whispering to me.
Google : Sea Fight
Now here i am, virtually years later. Salty a Dog that ever Virtually sailed.
Now you know me. Virtually Fear me.
You can call me f!u.
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I am f!u!
best wishes to you mate 
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