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Unknown WarA robed figure stood before a dieing man. His hooded robe was red with a purple aura and swaying in the wind. The figure's face was hidden away by the hood he wore. The dieing man lay in the grass, blood trickling from a dozen stab wounds to the chest. He wore the clothes of a farmer; a dull-green shirt, that was now ruined with blood and holes, and tan baggy pants. "You know what I want." the robed figure said. "Tell me where he is." "I'm....not....talking." the man manged between painfull breaths. "You should....know that....by now" The robed man chuckled in a hollow way. "I have given you the chance to willinglUnknown War
by ~The-Red-Onimusha
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- Current Residence: 8911 E. Fairbrook St.
- Interests: Games, Reading, Messing around
- Favourite movie: Lord of War, DOOM, FF7:Advent Children
- Favourite band or musician: The Offspring, Gorillaz, Blink-180, P.O.D.
- Favourite genre of music: almost anything
- Operating System: what ever I can find
- MP3 player of choice: nano
- Shell of choice: 13 inch mortor shell
- Skin of choice: The best of the best....Dragon skin
- Favourite game: FF7, ES4:Oblivion, Diablo II
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2 and 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Jake Long
- Personal Quote: Tis just a flesh wound.
- Tools of the Trade: paper, pencels, and pens
- Email: leavenoman@netscape.net
- MSN: leavenoman@netscape.net
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Haha! Got you with a DA snow ball!
It's the start of..... Snow Ball Fight 2006-2007 !!!!
One rule to this game....
You can't hit someone who has already hit you!
Now... go out there and get as many people as you can, before they get you!
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Die Skalen meines Fells sind leider nicht so stark wie Ihr Schädel!
Trinken Sie und tanzen Sie und lachen Sie und liegen Sie, lieben Sie, der reeling Mitternacht durch. Für Morgen sterben wir (aber leider, wir nie)
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