They're afraid, you know. The sailors, the merchants, the explorers. They're all afraid of the double fins. Why? Because no ship has seen them and set sail afterwards. While some people have survived the carnage of the double fins, they only come back telling a tale of horror with the tongue of a mad man's. A dangerous beast indeed.

And nobody knows where the monster came from.

And nobody knows why it's so destructive.

Some say it's a legendary sea god, furious at mortals for the polluting of his doman. Others say it's a greedy monster guarding a precious treasure at the bottom of the sea. Most of them however, believe it's nothing more than a monster that only delights in destruction. Nobody knows though.

And what does all this have to do with me?

.....

Why, absolutely nothing!

Well... Actually, that would be my introduction if I were a sea monster, but I'm not so... Hey! I'm Rhadamanth, but call me Manth, because... well, you know. If I were in some action movie and about to be jumped by the bad guy, it'd take three times the syllables to get my attention. By the second syllable I'd already be a bloody pulp on the ground so yeah, call me Manth. You may know me as a nineteen year old anthro fish draik (maraquan if you want to be punctual about it), a prankster, a hooligan, an artist, and one good mechanic. And this site here, is my domain. Welcome lupe_of_flames. Glad you could stop by.

If you could do me a favor before we begin though, listen up. I live for laughter and smiles, so if anything strikes you as funny, don't be afraid to show it. Really, I don't bite. I mean... don't expect EVERYTHING on this page to be happy and crud (As a matter of fact I may look at you wierd if you laugh at umm... some rather serious stuff), but you know, if something makes your day, let it out. Okay, moving on.

Full Name: Rhadamanth
Alias: Manth, Canned Carp
Gender: Male
Blood Type: A
Age: 19
DOB: June 30th
Weight: 137 pounds
Height: 5' 7"
Species: Draik
Hair: White
Eyes: Gold
Figure: Average
Heritage: Maraquan
Personality: Happy-go-lucky, charmer, bold, artistic, playful, jolly, humorous.
Hobbies: Swimming, sketching, pranks, joking around, various art projects.
Disabilities: Random mental glitches.
Best at: Thinking outside the box.
Worst at: Hard study

I'm sure we've all had those moments. You know, the moments like when you're wasting away at a boring dinner party and thinking 'man, it'd be great if somebody started some music, jumped on the table, and began to breakd ance'. Of course, it's not going to happen, because nobody has the guts to do it. You don't have the guts to do it, your friends don't have the guts to do it, and your dainty relatives would rather have their dinner party than the guts to do it. So who's gonna do it...? NOBODY! Because you have yet to met me!

I guess you can say that I'm the ultimate artistic comedian, but outlandish hooligan works fine too. With so many things meant to be done however, and so few people willing to break away from the normal to do it, it calls for a guy like me. I'll be the one to chase ducks around the park with a chainsaw, hockey mask, and a hidden mp3 player playing sci-fi music. I'll be the one to write 'please tip producer for services' on a cow. I'll be the one to put a smiley face on the school mascot statue with candy stickers. All I ask for in return is to make somebody's day, and if not, looks of surprise and horror are pretty good too. Yeah, I love to see people laugh. And if I'm not using the world as my canvas, I don't mind having a nice big bedsheet or a sparkling clean wall to splash some paint onto. Maybe some sprinkles here, some leaves there, how about we add the cans of paint themselves? Heh heh, anything goes in art.

Now as a person, people say I'm a happy-go-lucky kind of guy. I'm playful, creative, humorous, and for the most part, optimistic. It's not real hard to get along with me from what I can tell. That is unless, you know, you hate freaks or something. Mostly, I avoid conflict when I can, because it's easy and harmless to do. Even if somebody gets up in my face, you won't be seeing me as the other half of an idiotic fight. Yet, just because I tend to be a 'no worries' kind of guy, doesn't mean I'm a pushover.

I'm like any other being. I can get angry and I have my down spells. Admittedly, the most you'll ever see of them probably won't by anything greater than mere annoyance. And trust me, I get annoyed... a lot. As for pure anger, I like to reserve it only for those who deserve it the most, and my kingpins are already taken. As for my down spells, I have them here and there. Usually they just come from a lack of inspiration. Nothing is worse to an artist than being clogged up. But sometimes, it comes straight from my very own childhood. I try to turn the other cheek to it most of the time, because you know, some saps just love wallowing in their past misery. It's kind of hard to forget on some days, however. You see, it was a corporation that made me the prodigy that I am today, artistic, mechanically inclined. But at the same time, they made me a nut bucket. I can't go through an entire week without having some mental glitch and doing something stupid for no reason. It's kind of funny though, to think, that I was one of the lucky ones. Most children had their whole lives ruined because of them.

Confused I take it?

I'm talking about a little hushed corporate experiment called the 'Master Intellegence Project'.

So... you want to hear the story about the Master Intellegence Project? Brace yourself, because it won't be a happy one. I've went through more trouble than most kids my age, and you could say it's a miracle I am what I am now. Make yourself comfy because it's going to be a long ride.

The Principles of Discipline



Mommy? I heard my voice once again in the dark abyss. Bang! Bang! The sound of brass againt brass. Daddy? Grandma? Please, somebody let me in. I'll never dishonor the family again! Please! It's cold out here. Mommy! Daddy! Bang! Bang! The tears fell from my cheeks, they fell from the sky. Tell the gods I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to be a... disgrace. I'll do anything! Please let me in. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I fell to my knees, and the cold metal kissed my teary cheek. They weren't going to answer. I was going to freeze to death. P-please... I choked, my voice gone.

For an eternity, I sat in stormy drizzle. My pleas came and fell like the raindrops, to which nobody would answer. When the lights seemed like they would never come on again, I slid to the ground to die. But the door opened. A crack of light showed itself and pathetically, I scrambled up to see my glorious savior. Daddy had come to my rescue. My heart threw itself into a tizzy, and I leaped up to hug his big old waist with tears soaking his royal blue robes. I couldn't be grateful enough. My dad said nothing.

He picked me up right there, and held me for the very first time in my life. It felt like I was flying, to know that he cared for me. Gently, I was carried to the truck under the rain and cold, and set up in the passenger side. He got in, plugged the keys into the ignition, and we were off. I couldn't understand where we were going or why we were going. My mind was so worn that it all felt like a dream. Still, as I watched the raindrops dribble across my window and the country scenery fly past, I couldn't question anything. I saw houses with warm glowing lights, and miles of green healthy trees. There were dancing lakes, and the rain made them shimmer so nicely in the moonlight. It made me wonder what my dad thought of them. I opened my mouth and tried to ask, but the words never came out. His attention was on the road and only the road. Giving up, I lied back into the comfort of my seat and thought about asking him when we got there.

Where are we going? I asked instead. Once again, my dad said nothing, and I cocked my head at him. Dad? Where are we going? Nothing. He wouldn't look at me, he wouldn't smile. His attention was on the road, and nothing could pull him from it. Dad? I asked, my voice starting to waver. Something wasn't right. We had been driving for hours. Where was he taking me?

A green sign came up.



I watched it pass by. Tiyao? What a funny name. Daddy? What's in Tiyao? I asked, Why are we going there? Not a second after I asked though, the truck began to slow and pull off. Daddy? W-what's going on? Do we have a flat? Right there, the dream came to a stop. The warm blurriness my mind had fathomed was slapped away by reality.

Sitting on the side of the road, my father turned his head to me. What I saw upon his face that night was the ugliest scorn I ever knew.

D-Daddy? I asked one last time, the tears returning.

You get off here...

Strange, Strange, Strange



Hey, Manth. Manth. Rise and shine, little guy.

I groaned and turned in the comfort of my bed. I could still hear the crickets. Peeking an eye open, I looked out the shed window and could see the pastel colors of twilight. If he woke me to enjoy the view, I wasn't going to be pleased. I sat up sluggishly, pulled my legs in, and let out a loud yawn. Turning to the korbat at the side of my bed, I noticed something had changed. He seemed to be radiating something. His smile was large and white, his dimples were pulled all the way to his cheekbones, and his eyes were sparkling with excitement. To be frank, he looked like a kid who just inherited the world's supply of candy.

I got a surprise for you, he said, pulling out a small wrapped gift box for me to take. My heart skipped a beat.

Wow! What is this? Christmas in July? I asked, taking the gift from his hands to stare over the beautiful metallic wrapping. For so little light in my shed, it sparkled brilliantly, like millions of shooting stars.

Well, don't just sit there. Open it, Mr. Allo said and my hands tore in. For the first time in my life, I was happy to take an order. It was no big prize, just a blue bandana with a small pattern on it, but to me, it was the world.

Yeaah! I can wrap this around my head and pretend I'm one of those gangster kids, right? How about around my neck, and I can be a gangster cowboy. Oh-oh, wait! I know! Gangster-Cowboy-Pirate!

Mr. Allo let out a hearty laugh, and slipped the bandana out of my hands. This isn't the surprise, he said, wrapping the cloth around my eyes.

It isn't? Then why'd you wrap it up all pretty? I asked.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe the same reason you glued your lamp to the ceiling? he said, tying the bandana tight.

I'm sorry, Mr. Allo. I don't believe I see how they connect. Once again, I heard him let out a big happy laugh, and it made me smile.

Come, he said, and I felt his warm hand lift me from my raggedy old mattress.

Although I couldn't see where I was going, I could feel dirt, then concrete, under my feet, and I heard the soothing songs of a million crickets all around. When a car door clicked, I instinctively tugged back on Mr. Allo's pull. N-no! I gasped.

Manth? What's wrong?

Don't abandon me! Please! I cried.

Abandon? he snorted a laugh, and I felt myself picked up and placed onto a cloud. A heater purred and warmed my cheeks from in front of me. I'm not going to abandon you. Where'd you get that silly idea? I heard the click of a safety belt, and the door next to me wad shut. When the door ahead of me clicked opened, I heard Mr. Allo's soothing voice again. Now don't take that bandana off. I'll be checking back there.

The drive was long. There was nothing I could see. The temptation to slip my bandana off was immense, but whenever I reached up to grab it, I always heard the same, Nah-ah-ah, Manth! I was rotting away in the back seat. That was, until music started playing.

I figured you must be bored back there, so I thought you'd might enjoy this. It's Peter and the Wolf, Mr. Allo's voice said. For the rest of the trip, I got to hear all sorts of stories and music. Some I couldn't get out of my mind, others I was begging for him to skip to the next track. It was happy and so comfortable. When I felt car engine come to a stop, my heart fell. We're here!

The door clicked open again, and I was pulled out under a warm sun. We began to walk and I felt cement, then concrete, then tile. Finally, the bandana was gone, and before me was something I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams. It had toys, it had games, a play place and a ball pit. It was every child's dream. I had finally found paradise.

Welcome home.

Paradise and New Friends

Burning Down the Neighborhood [Age 13 to 15]

Truth and Consequences [Age 15]

The Life Outside [Age 15 to 19]

Return [Age 19]

Boring biography.

You know what's one of the best gifts given to Neopiankind? The ability to think 'no' to that piece of broccolli and whine about not getting desert. What am saying is... likes and dislikes. You gotta have them. What's life without things that don't make you smile and frown? Anyway, I'd like to take the time to share some of mine. Who knows? Maybe we have something in common.

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Pirates: How can you spell out a life of adventure any better than pirates? As a matter of fact, they are so awesome that I don't even know where to begin. They get to sail the seven seas, explore mysterious uncharted islands, and chase down hidden treasure. Not to mention you can't say no to their wardrobe. Bandana's for the win.

Monkeys: Monkeys are awesome. Why? Well... Can your dog fling poo? Yeah, I didn't think so. These guys are fun! And flying monkeys are even better! *wink wink*

Laughter: You should already know I like seeing people's faces light up, but it's greater when they laugh, especially if I'm the one who made them laugh. Call me a comedian, but I feel it's kind of like it's my job to lighten people up. Remember kids, stress causes premature aging.

Water: Yeah, I'm fish draik. I like beaches, marco polo, underwater croquet, pretending I'm the shark from 'Jaws'.

Junk: You know how much trash gets thrown away every year? I bet you I could make the Sakhmet palace in full size if it was all given to me.

Gummis: Gummi worms, gummi bears, gummi sharks. In any shape, form, or color, gummis are the ultimate tool for the artistic prankster. Heat them up and they make the most wonderful sticky and gooey mess ever! They're even moldable! Oh... and they taste good I guess, yeah.

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Pranks Backfiring: I love pulling off loud pranks, but when something goes wrong like it occasionally does, having melted gummis in your hair is not fun.

Mental Glitches: When you're on a roll, nothing kills the mood better than suddenly stopping and jumpkicking a random wall. Just another reason why I despise what the Master Intellegence did to me.

Whiny Disabled People: What bugs me the most, you ask? It's not people with disabilities, but people who ARE disabilities. Whether it be autism, or missing half of your limbs, I do NOT like to hear 'I can't do this right because I got Stuporitous. Now, I'm not saying life isn't more difficult being disabled, but come on, don't sit there and feel sorry for yourself. I've heard of two people with no arms and could still function almost PERFECTLY in their day-to-day lives. Then there was a student who graduated college in honors with only half of his brain! Just... Don't play pity party. It makes me and my glitches look bad.

School: I know it's my future and all, but I was crammed with a million college level books when I was in the MI project. Compared to that, school is like a hamster running on a wheel.

Gross Things: You know... that kid on the bus... who's always picking his nose, and picking it, getting really deep down. Finally, he plucks it out and eats it. Yeah...

Being Called a Clown: I prefer 'Jester', and if you must, you can call me a fool, but never... a clown.

I wanna be a pirate

They say blood is thicker than water, and I say that's a load of cow dung. I used to have a father, a mother, and a brother back then, but you know. A corporate scientist that was using me as a test subject showed me greater affection than they ever did. All they ever did for me was make me jump through hoops and know my place. And for what in the end? I was abandoned by my own family at 7 years old because I disgraced them. You know, it's one thing to have your parents die, but it's quite another to be tossed aside by them like a piece of trash. That's why I'm glad for I have REAL family. They don't share my blood, and they're definitely not your role model guardians, but they were the ones who were there for me.

Derek Viper
Derek is biker by the textbook. Big and bulky, tattoos everywhere, and a foul attitude to top it all off. He's definitely not a guy you want to rub the wrong way. Yet somehow, he became family after my escape from the Master Intellegence project. While I admit the last thing he did back then was take me in with open arms, things progressed. I saved his rundown shack of a repair shop from bankruptcy, and he saved me by playing guardian. After that, the more we got to know each other, the more we accepted each other. Eventually, he even acknowledged me as the son he never had. Yep, past that retired biker facade, he's actually a big softie, but he's been hit by something hard in life. He never talks about his past, and he cries over a woman named Cassandra occasionally. I've never been told who she was or what happened, but apparently she's the reason I'm being taken care of. He says it's because she would have wanted it that way.

Professor Koug Allo
The scientist who took me into the Master Intellegence Project. Surprised? I know I am, but when I think back to the Project, he was the only man involved who had a heart. In a way, if it weren't for him, I'd still be starving on the streets. Yeah. I know he was the one who fed me the drug. I know he was gambling with my mental health just for the sake of his job. When it came down to it though, he was the most caring father I ever knew. Yes, I said father. Da-da! Keep in mind he didn't just look out for me either, he looked out for my everybody. He looked out for Ada, Seto, and Koba. Finally, when things got dirty, he... he uh... sacrificed himself to save me. When I knew too much about the project and he was directed to take my life, he wouldn't. On the contrary, he got me out of there. He gave me a second chance at a somewhat normal life for the very first time ages. The reward for his golden heart? I can only imagine what the Project did to him after that.

Ruo Mei:
There was only one other person in the Master Intellegence Project that looked after me and my friends, and this amazing woman was Ruo Mei. Although we didn't see her everyday, she came by fairly often. When she did, you knew you were in for a treat. She gave us candy, good luck charms, but best of all, she would sneak us out of that cramped research center. We've been taken shopping, to the theatre, to the pool(granted, a little less often because of the stress it put Mud Muncher's inabilities). Without her, I don't think I would have even known what an amusement park was. She was the greatest 'mother' I could ask for. Nowadays though, I don't see her often. I don't know if she's busy or what. Things have certainly changed in the years I had been gone, but I know she still hangs around the city.

You know, Mei and Allo really took care of me in the Project. They fed and spoiled me. But between the times they showed up, it would have been a pretty lonely wait. I would have shredded their couch and chewed up their furniture by they time the returned. That is, if I hadn't been for the three people who changed my life more than anybody else. They were my first friends.

They were kids, like me, who got pulled into the Master Intellegence project. They didn't know what was going on, they didn't have families to go back to, and they had been affected by the same mental curse as me. Short to say, it wasn't long before we became even tighter than glue. You could even call us the happiest dysfunctional family ever. We played together, comforted each other, and even pulled pranks on the grown ups together.

Time really messes things up though, and as painful as it is to say, we're not the same gang that we were years ago.

But don't worry. I'm working on it.

Mud Muncher
Meet Seto, the techno genious of the group and my best friend. He was responsible for the hackings, the blackouts, and anything that required some computer intereference back in our childhood. Lover of games and riddles, we faced off with each other on a lot of things. Video games, board games, computer games, though I tend to avoid strategy games with him. Seriously, if you challenge him to chess, do yourself a favor and save some time by putting yourself into checkmate.

Now fast foward five or so years into the future, and yikes. I tell you, I do not know what happened to this guy. He went from a brave, friendly kid to a more conceited version of Derek. He's now even the CEO of the company that mentally messed us up. I still don't know whether I should be happy or disgusted by this. I suppose it could have been a lot worse, however. As dark as he has become, he's retained a lot of the good in him and hasn't lost his sense of humor (though, I admit it has become a bit more... sardonic). Today, he doesn't mind tagging along for some good old fun but you know, not when he's busy being rich and all. Yeah, that's something I miss about old Seto. Old Seto didn't have his nose stuck in a new invention every ten minutes.

Clown Kit
Even if Mud Muncher has lost his heart over the years, his little brother is still the same fun-loving kid he was back in the project. Kobu's always up to hang out, play games, and help me pull off some art. It's kind of ironic though, I never thought too much of him back in the project. You could say he was the oddball in a group of oddballs. He was younger than the rest of us by a few years, and without the effects of the brain rewiring drug, he was nothing more than an immature little boy. I'm not kidding you, he wouldn't have joined us in the amount of pranks we did if his big brother hadn't mauled me to include him. Every. Single. Time. Yep, lot's of our games and pranks were messed up thanks to him.

One thing is for sure now though, he's definitly not that immature kid any more. Clown Kit's got style and knows how to use it, when to use it, and will make you spin in circles. I tell you, there's not a funner person to play against either. If you can stand his annoying tough talk, he's competitive like his brother, but not so demanding that you have to run in circles to give him a challenge. That's why I often like to play wagers on him. Loser pays for lunch.

Worm Pop
Ada... I've always felt sorry for her. Out of us three, I believe she had the worst effects of the rewire drug. Socially brilliant, she would have made a great leader because she knew how to keep spirits up, resolve disagreements, and have fun. Unfortunately, extreme timidness and sensitivity cut her a nasty deal. It didn't take much from the big people to bring her down, and she spazzed over everything. Worst of all however, was that she had nightmares constantly. Every night. And while the scientists tried to put her on medication, it never helped. The only way she got better was because of me, Mud Muncher, and Clown Kit. The longer we were around, the less frequent her nightmares were, and that wasn't even the half of it. I believe we brought out the best in her. Whenever she was with us, she was brave, adventurous, and had no fear letting out all the stuff in her heart.

Sadly. We don't know what happened to her. Mud muncher is positive she's dead, but I don't think so. Sure, call me a looney and send me to the happy house, but I believe she's watching over us somewhere. I see her in my dreams every so often. She's grown and changed since the Project, but I know it's her. With the way she laughs, the way she smiles, it could be nobody else. I look forward to the day when I'll be seeing her in person again, and until then, I'll be waiting.... We'll all be waiting.

Where would we be without animal companions? More illegal activity, less people saved from heart attacks, and without cats, the creepy cat women would have to come out of her den to feed on the living. Total chaos, I tell you. That's why we need to cherish Fido and Tinkerbell. Personally though, I find dogs are overrated and cats are boring, so that's why you've got to meet my own pet, Julian the Second.

Yes, he's dominated and has had his shots, don't ask. If he wasn't, I wouldn't be carrying him around on my shoulder wear he could maul my face. Even still, I ask you to use some common sense around him. He's not a dog. He doesn't like to be poked, prodded, picked up, and petted by strangers. Yeah, I mean it. Those fingers of yours, if you want to keep them, keep them down. I won't appreciate you ruining his diet.

Even I as his best bud, have to use some sense when dealing with him. I tend to avoid handling him through voice commands, but sometimes he's so obsessed in whatever he's doing that I have to physically interfere. I'm not kidding when I say I've gotten bit by him several times just by having to move him when he didn't want to be moved. It's been nothing serious so far. Then again, I also don't slack off putting on the leather gloves when I need to handle him.

Don't get me wrong though. Julian's not the Finger-nator 2000. Most of the time, he's actually a very social guy. He likes to play and hang out in the garage. In the mornings I'll ocassional get outside to sunbathe with him, and at night he'll get onto to my bed to sleep with me. Unfortunately, this in turn makes him pretty demanding. For one, he cannot be left alone. He has to either be around me or Dereck 24/7, or he'll throw a ruckus. Then when it's feeding time, he'll throw a fit, and that case can get messy if it's not answered in time. I know more than one occasion when Derek would be too 'busy' to grab him a piece of fruit while I was at school. Coming home to find the kitchen a wreck isn't a good thing... especially if you're the one who has to clean it up because it's your lemur.

Yeah, in case you didn't guess, Derek doesn't like Julian. I still even find it a mystery why he even allowed me to keep him in the first place. Either way though, it can cause a lot of problems when I'm at school with Julian being the social guy that he is.

So why is he Julian the Second? Well, if you actually read my story, you'd know.

Games and crud

So what do you think of the summer? You know, with the sun and sand at the beaches. Despite it getting you ever so closer to skin cancer, Summer is my favorite season. No school, just fun and relaxation, and gives me a good excuse to go swimming. I tell you, there's nothing I love more than feeling the water under my fins. Okay, except maybe getting reactions out of people with my general weirdness, but hey, I can do both at the same time. Anyway, if you want something to celebrate summer, I've got a few decked out draiks here for you to choose from... No, not real ones, silly. Getting real draiks are impossible. We'd have to resort to kidnapping, and Mud Muncher wouldn't like that. Anyway, if there's no colors that fit your fancy, just ask a custom. Be prepared to give us some art in return though.

Now wait! Before I let you dig in, we have ground rules about what can happen to these guys.



Now for all the customs we've done, but keep in mind these aren't for anybody but the requesters. We will eat theives for breakfast. Oh, and NP is for Neopound since we're lazy and don't bother looking up usernames.

If anybody tells you that I'm amassing an army of mini-me clones to overthrow the king and conquer the world.......

It's the truth! But don't you judge me! You know the empty, ready-to-mold slates are everywhere. They're on your site, on your friend's site, on your uncle's cousin's mother's friend's sister's dog's roomate's site, on my site, and on neopets. As a matter of fact, I bet you already have a collection 10x bigger than mine, you greedy hoarder. Shameful indeed....

Heh, anyway, this is my little collection. Take your time to check it out, maybe request a couple of your own.

Count: 18

And if they didn't look like me, well... Maraquan draiks a generally cool looking too.

Customs aren't the only thing I seem to have gathered. Apparently I'm so ugly that people have taken pity on me and drawn fan art. Why they would give me a picture of my ugly face to make me feel better about myself, I do not know. Still, enjoy. To see a picture in it's full glory just right click it, find its properties, and paste the url into your address bar. I've heard simply dragging the picture to the address bar works too, though.



And of course, you didn't think Keruha herself would go without drawing me? I wouldn't even have a page. Here's some of the stuff she's drawn. Go ahead and look, but don't take.

I want to ask you something. Interested in pet pages? Making them? Messing with them? Because I got a little gift for you. Well, okay... It's not exactly a gift until you earn it, but this is the gummi award. Edible, meltable, and delicious. What? No precious metals you ask? Budget cuts, my friend, but gold and silver is overrated anyway. So if you're looking for something to make your trophy cabinet a sticky mess, apply now. I'm looking for creativity and I mean 'out-of-the-box', so don't send me something that's like every other petpage expecting to win gold. Also keep in mind that using other people's stuff is the anti-originality. No premade blogs or images from Suta Raito, and stolen content... heh, it will be you're funeral buddy. Well, if you think you have it what it takes, mail Keruha what you have. I'll take a look at what you have and we'll see where you place!

-trophy here-

Applications: None. D:
Winners: Ur a11 lozer5! MWUHAHAHAHA!

Now don't think I'm the only one giving out awards. Somehow people take enough pity on my page to throw their large chunks of metal at my face.

A dump? What's this section about? Well, it is what it is. It's anything and everything left over from this page. You want memes? Signs? Random jokes? Tomatoes? Quiz results? It's all here.

Chapter 1 : Conclusion
Koug: Manth. -tap tap- Hey, Manth! Come with me, we'll go 'n see, a place called MI facilities.
Random Hobo: Who's need MI facilties? It's safer in Tiyao.
Koug: But they're ain't no toys, no pretty bubbles to pop and to blow.
Hobo: It's dangerous and risky.
Koug: But adventurous and free.
Manth: .................... Wait? Wha?
Koug: We got a swimming pool and games for no fee.
Hobo: Doesn't sound for good to me.
The misadventures of-
Manth: No, seriously, what? :(

Alright, I'm running out of room to talk, so how about we wrap this up? You know the story, you know me, but is there anything else you want to know?

Can my pet date you?
Eeeyyaaahh.... You know I kind of have this thing about blind dates. Don't get me wrong. It's just I don't want to be dating some voodoo witch who collects shrunken heads. You could be putting me up with the Jhudora for all I know.

I swear she's sane! She's gentle, kind, and likes butterflies!
I'd still rather not take my chances.

Can we roleplay?
Sure, I like meeting new people... As long as they're not dead or evil or anything.

Can I use Keruha's art?
If it's an adoptable or makeable, that's what we have them up here for, anything else... You might just want to visit this place instead. He's a friend who's fanarted Keruha and others in the past, so don't worry.

Can Keruha draw something for me?
Sorry, Keru doesn't work for free. Her art takes a couple hours and she would like to spend her time on other things.

Can I trade art with Keruha?
It kind of depends on your skill and whether or not Keruha has the time.

Can I draw some fanart of you?
No! Can't you see I'm ugly beyound all reason!? Hah hah. Nah, if you really want to, go ahead! I love fanart!

How'd Keruha get you?
She applied for me from plush_ (Olivia).

Can Keruha give me something? A donation maybe?
Hate to burst your bubble, but you're not going to get anything if that's your attitude to making neopoints.

Okay, I've been working on my dream for a while now... and...
That's... Not what I meant...

Can we trade links?
We're a little elitist when it comes to trading links as well, but don't worry. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece, just something that doesn't give us a seizure.

Where do you get your music?
Video site + Converter.

Manth, what does the scouter say about his power level?
It's somewhere between 9,000 and infinite.

Can I use your design?
Certain elements, but don't rip the entire thing. That's what your imagination is for.

Can Keruha be my Neofriend?
Uhh... Do you often go up to strange hobos ask if they can be your friend? Talk please! Keruha doesn't bite.

Can you guys join my guild?
Throw us a pitch and we'll look at it. Don't get your hopes up too much though.

Can I adopt you?
I'm actually quite cozy here. Thanks.

I'll trade my pirate draik for you!
Wow... Not only do you treat me like a baseball card but you're using a pirate draik!? I'd die to be pirate. You're low. Real low.

So did we answer everything for you? No? Then you better drop Keruha a letter.

Phew... Okay, you've winded me out. I have nothing more to share with you. That's it. Nada! Zip! Zilch! Thanks for dropping by anyway, though. I enjoyed it.

Now one last thing.

If you loved this page so much that you actually feel like coming back, I have a few links below that could be put to use. Paste them wherever.