Suppose that you are transported into the universe of TITS and that you are mysteriously transformed into your avatar—how screwed are you?
Me? I'd be very screwed. I already have all the combat ability of a wet blanket—combine that with my new plushie-like appearance and I might as well start wearing a sign around my neck that says, "Please don't kill me. I am but a lonely meme."
Me? I'd be very screwed. I already have all the combat ability of a wet blanket—combine that with my new plushie-like appearance and I might as well start wearing a sign around my neck that says, "Please don't kill me. I am but a lonely meme."