Oh God I really feel the noose tightening around my trunk like neck at this moment!
See, I had written this really clever and outstandingly witty text for us to put here, for all your reading pleasure.
But alas, one of the kitchen trolls managed to sneak its way into the updating-parlor and gobbled it up like a pickled baby´s kidney. Therefore, we are one masterpiece short, and left with a blog with a huge, gaping wound in the middle of its face, spewing fluids most putrid, crying, beggins for us to end its miserable, unholy suffering, or at least quickly slap together a new update to cover up the hole with.
So you see what kind of presure I am under right now?
What monstrous responsibility rests upon my unshaven shoulders?
I can really symphatize with Atlas, the cursed titan whom was destined to carry the world on his shoulders until judgement day.
Althought now that I think of it, Im probably worse off..
Atlas never had to deal with trolls in the kitchen I bet. Or the stresses of this unsafe economy..
He was probably just really whiny and big.
And his mom made him wear those really ugly short pants when he went to school, and all the other titans made fun of him and threw him into the ground to create lakes out of the craters he left behind, and that kind of stuff.
Children sure can be cruel… Especially child-titans. Not only cruel but probably extremley dangerous as well.
I wouldnt want to babysit a titan child, the risk for serious bodily damage would be far too great, and besides, I cannot deal with normal children, imagine how trying to get an angry child with god like powers into bed would be like??
Oh well would you look at that? An entire update appeared!