Talk:Flain/@comment-108.183.78.87-20140516213555/@comment-68.82.186.35-20140819060531

Flain:(slaps self)

Flain:NO! GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF!

Flain:I won't do it! I won't marry you!

Flain:(runs away)

Flain:And stay away!

Flain:(tears run down his eyes)

Flain:Just keep away from me...

Flain:(pulls out a sword and go's to a grave yard)

Flipsy:Flain wait!

Flipsy is my OC Mixel

I have a tribe too

Flipsy:Flain...

Zorch:You ok man?

Flipsy:I think I need to be alone...

later...

(every Mixel once again is dead)

(they were haunted by the ghost of Flain)

(and was killed one way or another)

(But Flipsy? He was next)

Flipsy:(laying on bed in a ball)

Flipsy:Everyone's dead... dead...