Can Your Pet GraveyardI never played this game, but I saw Pewdiepie play it on YouTube. It scared the crap out of me. So I decided to make a little graveyard, for all of those who have played this terrible game. If you comment, I will put your precious little pet in here.Can Your Pet Graveyard by KisaSohma1999
But first, I shall offer a word of comfort.
Imagine that your pet did NOT fall into the spinning wheels of death, and actually fell BEHIND them. Pretend that your pet fell to the ground unharmed, and that the meat and blood was actually just giant marshmallows and Fruit Punch. That's what I did with Pewdiepie and Stephano.
In loving Memory:
APH: Can Your Pet?APH: Can Your Pet? by kawaii-angel97
APH: Can Your Pet?
Gilbert crept around the corner of the hallway. The albino clad in his awesome chick boxers and a black wife beater, had just woke up. "Oi! West?" Prussia shouted, "Are you here?!" Gilbird chirped loudly, too. And he pouted then grumbled, "Ignore your own brother. So not awesome, West. I don't think that's what Vati taught you to do." Gil wandered into the kitchen to get some breakfast. He took out some super unhealthy cereal that Prussia was surprised that Germany would let him get. "Now, some milk," he told himself. On the door of the refrigerator, the albino found a note, written by Ludwig. He ran his hand through his silvery hair and then snatched the note. Scanned it quickly and shouted, "F*ck yeah! Danke Gott!"
Gilbert seemed to forget all about his breakfast as he ran into his younger brother's office. Lucky him, Ludwig was out for the day. The albino plopped into the big leather desk chair and spun in the swivel chair once or twice for good measure. Then, he
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