i am doing a change in signatures. a change in signatures to signalize the anti-zeldaism. so, i need something that will look nice but also get the message across. any ideas? right now, its in a fairly plain layout for it. it goes like this.

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*Part of the Anti-Zelda union.

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but if you think a picture, more symbols, anything is more neccesary to catch peoples eyes, i want to know. like lets say...

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*^0^* Anti-Zelda! Anti-Zelda! *^0^*

*insertanti-zeldapichere*

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...then that would be fairly nice. good for you for thinking of the idea.

~I A m W e e t~

Bobert and the Escence of Chicken Cheese Cake

The awkward story of Bobert Billiam Hampshire the 80 Tenth is a fanciful, mythical tale of an interesting man at the fragrence department store.

One day, an intriguing man decided to lurk around the corner of a shop and merge into the perfume department. There was something inviting about this vivid store. The customer service looked very reliable and the decoration looked suitable. The floors were flat and horizantal, while the pillars were strait and vertical. As he menouvered through the continuous shelves of perfume he was doused with many fragrences, but only one spoke out to him.It was like a fantasy that he only dreamt of, and it was fairly illogical. His own version of chicken cheese cake perfume made it hard to maintain his exitement. It was irresistable! As it was on a rotating platform, Bobert noticed behind some pink curtains revealed a secret laboratory, he could vaguely see a hazardous, and most impure liquid being applied ceaslessly onto a whale. Bobert didn't think much of this, and was very unnaware.
Eventually, Bobert was on a pursuit for home. He decided randomly that he would compose a poem to his wife with his new purfume, and a bouquet of wheat. In this situation, he said with great poise, "I love you, my dear, now try this peculiar perfume, please."
His wife said solemnly, "Get that idle stench out of my face! But can I keep the poem and the wonderful wheat?" It blew Bobert away that she would actually say such a thing. After he regained his pride, he made a transition from his buisness clothes to his pajamas, and got into bed. He acknowledged that he was hurt from what she said.
The next day, a journalist interviewed Bobert at his efficient work. She asked, "What is your best trait?"
Bobert lingered and then said, "I dunno."
She asked, "How is your view on the government?"
"I dunno."
The journalist asked a couple more questions, "How do you cope with distibuting papers?"
Bobert again replied, "I dunno, but maybe it's my unnacountable charecteristics."
The interviewer said sarcastically, "Of course it is." Then Bobert realized that all he did at work was hinder the other employees. He felt like he was in a continuous suspention from freedom. The journalist asked, "What area do you live in?"
Bobert replied, "In the metropolitan area I think...I dunno"
"How do you adapt to high radiation levels?"
"Huuunh???" Bobert was clueless.
"Just one more question. Do you fuse with animals easily?"
Bobert felt like he was lost in space. "I dunno."
"Ok, I will interview you again tomarrow." She pulled out a bottle of chicken cheese cake perfume and sprayed Bobert like there was no tomorrow.
"Hey! That's the perfume I use! Yum..." Bobert went home and grabbed the perfume, and sprayed his dog named Dog. "Dog will surely like this." he thought. He sprayed himself and went to sleep.
The next morning, Bobert woke up and walked over to his only, shattered, mirror and said, "Wow, I look great today!" Little did he know, he was 1/3 dog, 1/3 whale, 1/3 human, and 1/3 chicken cheese cake. Bobert got dressed and went to work. The employes looked in horror at the beast bestowed before them. One employee grabbed and streamlined a broom, then propelled it at Bobert.
"Back beast, back!" a worker cried. Something in Bobert clicked, and he started acting like a zombie.
"Ruuuuuugh..."
After frightening the workers, Bobert went to his desk, and found the strange journalist in a black cape and eyepatch.
Bobert laughed, "Hahaha! You look sooooooooo stupid!"
She replied, "Pot calling the kettle black."
"Whaaat??" Bobert stared blankly.
"Exactly," she replied, "I will disclose your greatest secret!"
"What secret?" asked Bobert, dazed.
"That you live in the metropolitan area!"
"Oh, that one...Noooooo!!!"
After everybody found out Bobert lived in the metropolitan area, everyone sent him obnoxious advertisements, and life spiralled downward. One day Bobert realised he wanted to be a special-ed teacher for pre-schoolers. He found a way to get the normal teacher of special ed to get into a well, using Dog. Bobert threw Dog in the well, with the teacher jumping after. Bobert covered them up with leaves. Dog shortly climbing out. Dog decided he would go work at the hamburger shop.
Bobert took over the school room and sprayed chicken cheese cake on his naughty students, spiralling their lives downward also. And that is the fanciful tale of Bobert Billiam Hampshire the 80 Tenth.
THE END