Amazing how the Japanese manage to provide my brain (and gonads) with so much inspiration. I mean every girl in their right mind would want to date someone with long white hair who can destroy a planet. Or two. But since dating him is out of the question because of the unimportant matter of him existing in a different dimension than my own, I make HQ fbs with him. Reality, why do you frustrate me so?
Here is the front:
The inside:
The back:
Cover art by http:// mustesielu.deviantart.com
One more fb dedicated to a dead kitten. Bah. Reality sucks.