Horrify the Above Troper

edited 15th Feb '11 5:07:48 PM by Snicklin

I have a new toaster.

That image will come to life and attack you, you know. After consuming that Eldritch Abomination mutagen you tote.

You could one day make a cake that decides it doesn't want to be eaten and shoves you in the oven to cook to death.

edited 15th Feb '11 5:07:21 PM by Anomalocaris20

You're old dolls are possessed by demons.

I have no dolls. But yours attack you.

Buneary is a demon.

Roug was meant to be a hooker.

The We Are At A Teen Sleepover cast will hunt you down and force you to rejoin us.

Miru, please either don't respond or at least make an effort to know what would horrify me.

New account to the site? Oh, don't worry, you'll lose that new troper smell soon. Oh yes indeedy.

Dislike bigotry and dishonesty? But it's inevitable: One day, my friend, after the most innocent of remarks, you'll see your friends blanch and flinch away from you...

edited 15th Feb '11 5:13:36 PM by SabresEdge

You will draw the ire of the real millitary someday, I swear.

LOOK AT ME I'M BEAUTIFU-U-U-UUUUUL

You are a Knight Templar and very disease ridden.

I died and I am haunting the internet.

There will come a time, lad, when you will look back at the fandoms you've shipped for, devoted your time and energy upon...and shudder: "God, did I really write those? Did I really ship that?"

Mind Control + Fridge Horror = Fetish Retardant. Search your feelings, et cetera.

edited 15th Feb '11 5:22:57 PM by SabresEdge

When you die, no one will cry over your corpse. No one will look back and wish they could hear your laughter and see your smile again. The world will go on turning without you, and no one will care. Horrified yet?

edited 15th Feb '11 5:23:50 PM by Firestarter

That hat you're wearing? How do you know for sure it isn't a hat-shaped scalp parasite?

One day you will find yourself in a situation where your very life depends upon your mathematical ability. Just saying.

edited 15th Feb '11 5:25:33 PM by Anomalocaris20

When you die you will be on tvtropes forever.

Do you know what happens to people who can't type for shit, queeny? They go to a special level of Hell—the level reserved for child molesters and people who talk in the theater. And the demonic spheres rape them to death, over and over and over, until their every orifice is stretched wide enough to hold a watermelon.

Actually, I think I just horrified myself a little. o_o;

edited 15th Feb '11 5:41:21 PM by MsieurLapin

The avvie of yours will kill you.

You know, one day you're going to look back on your life and wonder why you bothered with Sonic the Hedgehog, particularly at the point where Rouge was introduced. It's not like she's there for any reason other than to provide the presence of boobs in a Sonic game, after all.

miru, daisy, please don't reply to this unless you plan on actually putting some thought into horrifying me.

TELL ME! TELL ME STRAIGHT UP WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT ME! SLIMY FAGGOT! YOU SLIMY SQUIRMING UNTHANKFUL FAGGOT!

edited 15th Feb '11 5:47:03 PM by OpenDelilahOS

That's supposed to horrify miru, right? Here's the problem: how do you know if he's not actually getting off on that image right now?

... Oh damn, that was a good one. ._.

edited 15th Feb '11 5:48:45 PM by MsieurLapin

I will send you letter in the worst grammor possible.

HE LOVES IT! MIRU LOVES IT! I CAN TELL! I CAN TELL YOU RIGHT NOW HE LOVES IT! HE'LL BURY HIS FACE IN IT! HE'LL EAT IT FROM A GODDAMNED TOILET!

You see a blue light in your basement, Queen? Good. It's working.

edited 15th Feb '11 5:51:43 PM by OpenDelilahOS

Ahem. Greeks. Turks. You honestly didn't think that the Ottoman Empire had fallen for good now, did you?