~shiftymoof - ..... WHY THE HECK HAVE I BEEN NEGLECTING THIS POOR SEXY CLUB?!?!?
Well much to everyones horror/joy, at last an update arrives!
I'm so friggin' sorry it took me so dang long to get to the notes, but I've checked in all the new members, so WELCOME you wonderful little shmoobies~
If I've forgotten to add your icon onto the list, please let me know and I'll stick it on ASAP!
And y'know... If you ever notice the club doing into weeks of deadness, feel free to SMACK =Nat-Dohma or myself in the head with a note on our own accounts~ xDD I really do adore this KisaIta club and all the omgawesome members we have!
Also, if you have any suggestions for a contest, please feel free to let us know! We'd like to get some ACKSHUN going here! >:0... WE NEED INPUT. INPUT I SAY. *Shakes fist*
That's all for now. ¦D WOOOO~
Happy Shark/Weasel whoring!
To join, simply send us a note titled "Join", and bang, you're in!
We also will look for joining requests on the main page for a time, but notes are loved more. : O
Note to members: Don't forget to link us on your page!
To do so, type in either :icon kisa-ita-: or :dev kisa-ita:, minus the spaces. Thanks!
Theme - Closed
Deadline -
Entering - To participate, just send us your entry in a note titled "Contest Entry". Simple, no?
Prizes - The winner of our contests will have the choice of a request from either =Nat-Dohma, ~shiftymoof, OR a collaboration between the both of them on Open Canvas.
she gets a special place or she will kill us! xD
when i think of one... ~=Nat-Dohma
Member Count - 122 (HOLY CRAP WE PASSED 100! I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Devious Comments
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The lights are dim. Strobe lights dance upon the ceiling, framing the twisting rabid sillhouettes of hypnotised ravers. The bass pulses through the bones, the blood, the brain; we move as one being and starkly individual at once, rising up, crashing down.
u_u mi premio...
Bueno ya me da igual de que sea, sólo quiero un SasoDei!!
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The lights are dim. Strobe lights dance upon the ceiling, framing the twisting rabid sillhouettes of hypnotised ravers. The bass pulses through the bones, the blood, the brain; we move as one being and starkly individual at once, rising up, crashing down.
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