FakeKraid
Smash Apprentice
Hey there. I'm Fake Kraid. I live in a townhouse with DK Smash and Turbo Gilman, and am a member of the Brawltimore's Finest crew, outlined in the similarly titled thread posted by B-Tree. Those of you who remember the first post in that thread may be interested to know that I am not, in fact, wearing a shirt as I type this.
Well, anyway, our house is rather an interesting place. The three of us who live here are all completely insane in our own lovable ways. Hat the cynical, decrepit, and constantly hateful five-year-old is a constant visitor. Our house is a favorite hang-out spot for all of H2YL, and Forte. Funny stuff goes down here, in a word.
Therefore, I have taken it upon myself to chronicle some of the more notable occurrences that take place in my house for the amusement and edification of all the Smash community who have little enough lives of their own to care what goes on in mine, and my roommates'.
First, if there is no other news, you may assume that any given day of Smash at our house goes thus:
Hat played gay and pissed me off
I played smart and pissed Turbo off
Turbo played crazy and pissed DK off
DK played Diddy and pissed everybody off
That's a pretty normal day. But at this very moment, Chu, Chillin', Forte, DK, Hat, and Turbo are starting up Brawl downstairs. Therefore, later tonight or next morning, expect some sort of humorous anecdote concerning our Smashful antics. And above all, wonder, laugh, and play Smash until your brains begin to leak out of your nose.
Well, anyway, our house is rather an interesting place. The three of us who live here are all completely insane in our own lovable ways. Hat the cynical, decrepit, and constantly hateful five-year-old is a constant visitor. Our house is a favorite hang-out spot for all of H2YL, and Forte. Funny stuff goes down here, in a word.
Therefore, I have taken it upon myself to chronicle some of the more notable occurrences that take place in my house for the amusement and edification of all the Smash community who have little enough lives of their own to care what goes on in mine, and my roommates'.
First, if there is no other news, you may assume that any given day of Smash at our house goes thus:
Hat played gay and pissed me off
I played smart and pissed Turbo off
Turbo played crazy and pissed DK off
DK played Diddy and pissed everybody off
That's a pretty normal day. But at this very moment, Chu, Chillin', Forte, DK, Hat, and Turbo are starting up Brawl downstairs. Therefore, later tonight or next morning, expect some sort of humorous anecdote concerning our Smashful antics. And above all, wonder, laugh, and play Smash until your brains begin to leak out of your nose.