I pledge to never wipe the dirt off my shoes before heading inside, I won't shut my mouth when I chew and I'll always wait for the elevator timer to run out instead of pressing the down button beforehand.

@Alexanderra

Should I place my bombs in a run so the monster move and KILLS my teammates?

Also I'll poison all of the dogooders! Even though I'm a paladin, I shall kill all the dagooders and evil shall rise!

/evil laughs

Go and burn in firestorm.

Thread is a sham.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!

I'm actually good, you badoers.

I'm disappointed at you Alexandrra, you can't even know that I'm actually kind!

NOW PREPARE TO FEEL THE GOOD POWER!

Pf.

I would add Luguriu. even if he doen't post, it's because he's planning something.
and me. I'm quite evil. and crazy. it's the price for intelligence.

I don't think you're also good because you're calling Mawashimo a bad name.

Oh hi Ma-

I use that gag too often already, moving on.

Anyway, I am disappointed no one has mentioned our theme song.

And now to justify my place among the vile outcasts of the Spiral Order:

• Pride

  In the sausage tins section of these foorims I entertain myself by ridiculing the distasteful and otherwise repulsive ideas devised by less than two brain cells in a few seconds in a tone which heavily implies I consider my own ideas far superior. I also imagine myself wearing a top hat and two monocles, one on my left eye and the other in my right nostril. The top hat resides atop my noggin and there are many little dinosaurs flopping around on its surface.

• Lust

  Throughout my times on Cradle I have made more naughty jokes than the average bear. Knight. Bird. Stranger. All of the above. Among these shenangians I have said many things which would make mother faint and fathers frown, but most of all children giggle with the immature sense of humor which all of us are prone to indulge on occasion. I once had an affair with an undead bell boy only to be rejected for a wall and its own fleshless hand.

• Greed

  Whenever I see someone begging, whether it be in town or in the depths of h-Cradle, I make it a habit to immediately add their name to the hundreds of beggars, parasites, vermine, and others of the sort to be permanently and irrevocably ignored for all times. Sometimes while trying to take a bath in the town fountain a knight approaches me, mute, and only until I check realize I have them blocked. So I keep ignoring them and go back to my struggles to finally take a bath after well over a year of running around, filthy, covered in the blood and gore of the native animals of Cradle which I have been brainwashed into mercilessly hunting for personal gain.

• Envy

  I envy the innocence and naivity countless new players enjoy during their early days of recruitment. The same bliss which grasped my interest in this game and led to hours on a daily basis, less than half of which was spent doing things which helped me progress while the rest were spent with many shenanigans. I remember when Blast Network first came out and my first thought was to have the silliest times stealing upgrades, running rampant without objective, and having a jolly good time.

• Gluttony

  I used to use elevator passes.

• Sloth

  Gluttony only got one sentence.

  Okay, fine.

  For months now I have procrastinated completing my fiction, writing equipment tutorials for the new Kat helmets, and updating my sausage tin with spicy mustard. I have also been slacking on making replies to new sausage tins most of the time yet I do occasionally leave a few words of no particular content or importance aside from the occasional joke or reference to things which the <12 year olds who make those threads never understand.

• Wrath

  When peo-small children make suggestions (not sausage tins) which are so selfish, unnecessary, abusable, and short-sighted that I can feel my face trying to squish into itself and completely implode so the flesh underneath is exposed to such offensive content and my eyeballs literally vomit flames from hell, rarely can I halt myself from unleashing my inner box. Tiny cubes go flying everywhere and all the inconspicuous mail carriers of the world become my obedient zombie slaves, their packages transforming into satanic abominations of curiously contained catastrophe. The sky will rain all sorts of prisms, especially the rectangu-

And then Luguiru was darted twenty times, bound again in three straitjackets, muzzled, shackled, tasered, doused with a bucket of cherry flavored gelatin, kissed passionately, then read a bedtime story.

Pride: UV
Lust: Tailed helms
Wrath: AT
Avarice: Begging
Sloth: Afk,
Envy: P2P v F2P
Gluttony: CE prices and gear

Make a comic please!

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No, Grittle, mayonnaise is not an instrument.

We've got a winner, folks.