Joe here
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Which Joe are you? Uncle Joe? Karate Joe? JoeKarta? Plain old regular Joe the youtube guy? Joe who's called daddy by people for some reason. With such a common name I don't know if you are one of those Joes or a completely new one. Ready to tell me your backstory?
WTWF.
WTWF.
Hello, and welcome to the Wario Forums! Remember to OBEY WARIO, DESTROY MARIO!
Don't creep the man out, guys.
(by the way this is apparently the 666th message)
(by the way this is apparently the 666th message)
I love light bulbs!
Welcome to the forums, Mr. Oker. Hope you enjoy your stay here. We encourage fun. 
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It means Vampire Wario is coming to get ya! BEWARE OF HIM!!
Oh and also, welcome aboard Joe, hope you have a nice stay here! c:
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I like how your name is Joe and your avatar is Glass. Feel free to sit with Gizmo in the French corner we've set up.
Welcome!
Welcome!
Just by reading that, I sometimes wonder, why nobody banned you or someone put you in a prison cell just for that dry joke.
...But since I'm a good person with a golden heart and also you love Wario, you're forgiven. <3
Evil volcano cultists abducted me as a baby. I was saved from mass baby sacrifice by two paladins, one a wise-cracking rookie representing St. Cuthbert and the other a by-the-book veteran spreading the word of Pelor. In an explosion-filled magic carpet chase through the underground geyser system, the head cultist managed to possess me just before biting it. I was taken to an orphanage where eventually a master of kung-fu adopted me, recognizing me potential even at such an early age. I spent my childhood learning how to punch and kick, but mostly to seek inner peace. At night, I warred with the spirit of the cultist in my dreams, besting him in his weakened form, but I slowly came to realize that one day, he would overpower me. At the age of nine, I fled the monastery and fell into the hands of some gnomish sailors, who tried to sell me into slavery to an Orcish cabal of alchemists. The sale was interrupted by a raiding party of gnolls, though. In the ensuing battle, my left arms was crippled while stealing a worg and attempting to ride to safety. I trudged on through the deserts and plains and foothills, subsisting off of the (un)mercy of nature and fleeing the daily hordes of monsters and unnameable entities. After weeks of travel, I made it to a trading hub and apprenticed myself to the mad cleric of Olidamarra who healed my arm....several times after repeatedly crippling it for laughs. For years, I was used as guinea pig for the cleric's wizard friends, gaining all manner of maladies and additions to my physical form. During a boring afternoon, the evil cultist guy in my soul finally took over and promptly murdered the cleric, using my mouth to scream something about "violations" and weeping profusely. I regained control weeks afterward to realize that I was suddenly a famous adventurer, having defeated some guy which was totally bad ass (even though I don't remember it. But I do have a wooden fish souvenir thingy.)
Thanks!
Will do
Heh, thanks.
I love light bulbs!
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Welcome to the forums, Mr. Oker. Hope you enjoy your stay here. We encourage fun.
Thanks!
Welcome, Joe who?
Thanks, apparently I'm Joe "Oker" according to @SurrealBrain
Thanks!Welcome!
Thanks!
Thanks!
Sup?
