User:Sadaharu

HeyHey, MarioWikiers! I respectfully request that some assistance be given to the fledgling RetroSega Wiki. 

Thanks for plotting behind my back, guys. I sure do know who to place my faith in.Mada Mada Dane

Seriously, guys, sorry for all the trouble I caused. Ever.Mada Mada Dane

Editor-In-Chief HK-47, Sysop for the Prestigious Supre Mario Wiki, Father Of All Things Cheesey, bureacrat on The RetroSega Wiki, and Prince of Tennis Fan Extraordinare

Check out Prince Of Tennis on youtube. Seriously. I'm a huge Prince of Tennis freak.Mada Mada Dane

' Supa Dupa Announcement! You want to edit my userpage? Go ahead. Make it pretty. It isn't protected. '

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Editor-in-Chief HK-47, Secular Sysop of the Prestigious Supre Mario Wiki and Father of All Things Cheesy

Don't Panic!

Try your all.

Join PipeProject:Toad

Don't DIE.

Don't MESS UP.

Cite your sources.

Mada Mada Dane

Which is Japanese for "You have a Ways to Go!"

Sigs:Past and Present.

 * 1) H   K  4 7 17:09, 16 March 2007 (EDT)
 * 2) H  K  Hey Videogame dude! Talk to me! 18:54, 10 August 2006 (EDT)
 * 3) H  K  4  7,    17:58, 16 March 2007 (EDT)
 * 4) Mada Mada Dane

My Short Tale
Ask PJ.

Its only part of it.

A small part of it.

I was here.

I became a Sysop.

I gave my all.

I tried to be the "Cool Sysop."

It back-fired.

I feel screwed.

Mada Mada Dane

The One Who Would Ineffably Be Called Prince

 * Bar None: An Introduction
 * The small flat had never really been all that important. In the grand scheme of things, it was actually quite titchy. In fact, it was empty, and the only notable detail regarding this flat was that immediately next door was a slightly larger flat, which is where our tale begins. This flat mattered the most to a small man named Tumble.


 * Tumble was a small man, with a Die-shape to him. (I hope you understand this, as most sentients have trouble picturing a die-shaped man.) Tumble lived a simple life, his best friend being a man who appeared to look like a three named Tres DeJong. He wasn't a too terribly smart man, having always had at least 3 D's on any given report card. Tres was the leader of the duo, with Tumble almost always four steps behind.


 * On this particular day, the two friends were enjoying a rousing game of Parcheesi. I do not pretend to understand exactly what Parcheesi is, but I wish to stress that it is, in fact, truly, "The Traditional Indian Game of India."


 * Suddenly, as the game was about to come to a stunning climax, the power in Tumble's flat went out. Afraid that his food, which consisted mostly of soup, bread, cheese, and green tea, would spoil, Tumble headed off to find the switchbox. He never had a chance. End Bar None.