Hi :P

If you've seen me at DSiCade.com in the shoutbox, just send me a PM saying who u are, and I'll personaly check on dsicade if you are who you say you are.

I am Ash203 or Link203 on multiple websites (easier to remember :P). Newgrounds, Armorgames, Mochigames, DSiCade, Roblox, et cetera.

So you are the legendary DSi Cade creator, huh? I'm honored.

My personal favorite is Wacky Tap, though I never made an account.

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Ash203 , welcome to the forums.

No, the creator of DSiCade (and WiiCade) is user TWR (Which stands for The Wii Rocks).

Anyway, welcome to the forums Ash203!

Did i ever mention im the legendary TWR? no -_-

Geez just read people. I said I'm FROM DSiCade, not necessarily THE creator. Still, I do like the site. In fact I'm going on there now

Hai Ash203! Welcome to the forums!
It looks that you are pretty famous! This is the first time i heard about you!

Did I ever mention it? No, I was just telling Dan that you weren't TWR. Geez.

This is when I slink awkwardly into my room and cry, tears filling the ground, soaking the floor below, desperately trying to become the person I never was; eventual drowning is inevitable, as is death, which, as Selena would say, are one and the same, ever falling into the black pit of despair, with ere a chance of survival. But wait, a light; strange is the light, creeping, slowly, into the existence of an unfathomable world, replaced with an orb of darkness, forever forgotten, rotting the flesh of it's sour thoughts. For what had the light ever done? But the light is still light, whether from evil or good, the same light penetrates, leaving unchangeable scars, where no creature, small or large, can walk unscathed by happy or sad. These thoughts, travelling through the existence of the subliminal conscience of one miserable, but beautiful, chasm of great terror and bliss. Combined as one, the thoughts travel, propelled by the unseeing desire for change. "What change is that?" the lone traveler asks, to which the seer of all, even the creator of the thought, who being thought, sends calm but exciting news, of joy and happiness. The catch, like a fish on a rod, bears down the traveler. For, as the calm took over him, there is always a bad, even a antonymatical idea; the utmost desire for rest from change, though the trust in change and random style of want, through the ever-calculating mind. The boy cries while the traveler dies, provoking the thought- no, idea, of a blissful world, trapped inside a vortex of confusion and giddy requests, the void of thought.

Oh, btw, I'm stupid. Sorry for mistaking you for TWR -- or whatever his name is.

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Welcome to the forums Ash203!

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