This is my crew. I'm sorry to report to all of my friends that you've been replaced. Not just replaced, but forgotten and deleted from my mental address book.
This is my new posse.
On the weekends, we dress like mutants in mascara and hang out on bridges and in dark, Gothic alleyways, waiting for our Great Overlord Comrade Satan J. Cutiepants to bless us with his teen angst-ridden presence.
Sometimes we pose for your admiring pictures, but you'll find that our eyes gleam red in the camera lens of mortal folk. Hissss!
I'm still in training and hold the post of Whipping Boy First Order, so I'm not featured in this photo, but they tell me that in 5 to 6 years that I too can become an official member.
This isn't so much goodbye, but more of a good riddance. You shan't be hearing from me again, as I'm on the way to become a horrific Darksun Angel of the 8th Order of Hell.
Quoth the Colin, "Nevermore, bitches."
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I'm sad to see that I've been replaced, but, there's no way I could compare with this crew. So, I say, press on dark one. I cannot compete.
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