Which Peeg are you? (oink oink!)

[Leopa Panthera]

Which Peeg are you?

I feel your anger. I feel your hate. I feel the spit brimming at the back of your throat, the temperature rising in your blistering trotters. You are a Peeg o' War.

There have been many evil warmonger peegs before you. Think of Peegles, who fought in the first world war, or Pol Pot Peeg, the fearsome war criminal. War lies behind all you think of, and all you think of is blood. Raw pain pulses through your veins like battery acid.

Show us those teeth. Go on. Show us! Bare your razor chompers! Grrr!

[Phaith Iceangel]

Which Peeg are you?

It's not that you're lazy. It's not that you're stupid. It's worse.

You probably started out smart, and quick, and strong. Like mountain. But these days the drugs, the alcohol and the shameless, rampant sexual fornication have reduced you to a mindnumbing example of how modern society can go horribly wrong. Every sentence is punctuated with "Dude!"; every night is punctuated by a bottle of Buckfast and a cheap joint.

You sad individual. Go die.

[Phaith Iceangel]

*giggles*

You sure weren't complaining about it last night though, baby!

j/k! I swear! Don't spank me!

......well......*ponders*

[Leopa Panthera]

[Dunnodoncare]

This one actually has some potential lol.

[Lorieannaie]

Which Peeg are you?

[Caniel Faithealer]

Which Peeg are you?

Hmmmmmm... I'm an abstract peeg =/

[Dunnodoncare]

I wonder if there is a way to get to be the pig from Pink Floyd.