Hai there

Uh, hi.

As you can tell by the font - and nervousness - it's SweetRage.

I don't mind what you call me - SweetRage, hey u SweetPsycho's sister - just nothing too similar to SweetPsycho's name.

Such as GamerGirl, Sweet, or Rage actually.

I think there might be someone with Rage as apart of their username, but what do I know, I've just arrived.

So, since I have nothing to talk about, I'm just gonna say stuff about myself.

I write weirdly so expect somethin like dis if im writing kk?

Actually, about the name thing, call me GamerGirl if you want, but expect me and Psycho to be confused.

Such as this:

(Person): Hey GamerGirl, [blah blah blah-blah blah]

(SweetPsychoGamerGirl): Me? Wait WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME GAMERGIRL ONLY SOME PEOPLE CAN DO THAT REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

'(Me): Or me? And Psycho, calm down.'

Yeah, she's doesn't like it when other people besides..

certain people...

call her GamerGirl.

I said "certain people" and not their [nope nope nopeity nope nope nope] because she would kill me send me to that HORRIBLE woodland mansion where they played Murder Mystery!!

Oh, and the demons who were sent there?

They got out.

Totally in one piece, hahahaaa- no one believes me D:

(Person): WHERE R THE-

NOPE NOT LETTING ANYONE QUESTION ANYTHING!!

(Person): AAAAHHHHH-

Um, he's fine.

Ignore the screaming.

Here's a story, since I have nothing else to talk about.

'One day, Psycho was outside, playing with some matches. *WHY MUST YOU TALK ABOUT THIS STORY RAGE?!* Be quiet. Anyway, I wandered outside, and saw her playing with the matches. So I went to talk to her and asked "Why are you playing with those matches?" And Psycho looked up and said "I'm tryna make a campfire." And being the sweetest little obedient child I was, answered with "Ok! Can I help?" And Psycho, being the most psychotic-sweet kid around, answered happily with "Yes! Get some sticks and it'll be like we're camping!" So, I went and got like 20 sticks, but they were wet so they wouldn't light. Psycho was sad, and since I hated seeing my sister sad like that, went to go get what I thought was a fire-starter. I was sorta right, and got gasoline... so when I pored it on the sticks and Psycho lit it, there was a small explosion. Eh, who cares? All that matters is A) parents never caught us and B) we're still alive!'

Oh, and I'll be making an account so all the stories I say won't be under SweetPsycho's name.

You can guess what it's going to be called.

Well, goodbai.

Oh, and SweetPsycho wants to say something.

"rage's account isn't going to be used for voting, just so ya know"