exniner

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    • Characters... number 1

      13 years ago

      exniner

      There is a new character in my story worlds. His name is Caer Corruptus, otherwise known as the Penetant Man. He has also been called Blasphemy by the temples who hire him to do thier bidding. He is thin, lithe and very articulate. he dresses in dark blue and a muted orange, the colors of his "house". His eyes are a slate grey, his hair a long dirty blonde. He his muscular, and fights with various weapons, his faveorite is a long sickle that folds down, kind of like a pocket knife. He kills for pleasure, as well as for the temples, who use him as a holy assassin. At the point where i plan on insterting him into my story he has over 200 known kills. he is niether good or bad, but instead deals out his killings as he deems fit, he will sometimes take payment for a kill and never commit it for his own personal reasons.

    • Storytime Ending

      13 years ago

      exniner

      Fenrir lashed out once more with his boot, this time against the jaw of Clara, shattering it and forcing Clara to scream in agony. Then, finally giving into the pain, Clara gave into black unconsciousness. Fenrir, looking at the limp man before him, laughed and said, "fine cockroach. I will drink your blood and gain your memories, thus ending your pain and beginning your family's." Then he picked up the broken man and lifted him, even though at his full height Clara was a full head and a half taller. Then he slowly lowered the man toward his waiting mouth anticipating the rush of memories he was about to gain.
      Suddenly a look of surprise crossed the face of Fenrir Vala. He looked down and saw a crossbow bolt sticking though his chest, his own black and yellow blood pouring from the wound. He dropped Clara and turned to face his assailants, just as another bolt struck him in the head, launching him backwards to the floor. There he lay unmoving next to the body of Clara as the shooter came forward. He knelt by the broken knight and checked for signs of life. Seeing that there was he yelled, "Send a healer fast, Captain Clara still lives, though maybe not for much longer. The vampyre is dead or incapacitated." He then moved to retrieve the two fallen swords of the knight as healers in white came to attend the Captain, and Loreweavers in black came to imprison the vampyre.
      Knight Avery Garret sheathed his sword and then looked at his Captain's. The blood of the vampyre still lingered on the blade and Avery shook his head in awe. He then turned and watched as the healers carried the badly wounded man out of the building and said, "you may have ordered me to leave sir, but you never said not to come back." Then looking at the carnage around him added, "Hope you bloody well appreciate it."

      So there you go. CHapter one. Feedback if you will, if not ohkay. But i would like it, and like to hear whether or not you think i have what it takes.

    • Storytime Part 5

      13 years ago

      exniner

      One sword high and one low came quick at the vampyre but he avoided them without any apparent effort. Clara used all his skill as a swordsman to engage the creature but each time he avoided the blades, taunting him with growls and laughter. Clara tried to attack in the manner of the yimri, swinging in a rhythm of up and down motions that both struck and parried at the same time, causing the opponent to have to attack from the side as a counter. Then, watching the vampyre move to counter, brought his right hand in an overhead strike. The creature immediately drew the claymore and brought it up in a diagonal guard, parrying the strike but leaving his inner thigh exposed for the lower blade, which Clara then heaved upward with his left hand. The vampyre howled in agony and stepped back, reevaluating his foe.
      Clara stood breathing hard from the effort of an attack that had little effect other than to enrage his opponent. Supay protect me, he asked invoking the god of the underworld, for only your deviousness will allow me to strike down your brother's servant. The vampyre lashed out with the claymore, swinging faster than any man could ever have. Clara dodged backward and to the side letting the sword go just by his face, but the vampyre lunged forward and kicked out at the same instant, turning the dodge into a tumble. Clara landed hard on the floor and suddenly sensed danger on his left side and immediately rolled right, the claymore coming down right where his chest had been. He hurried to stand, just in time to jump backward from a blow at his chest. He then darted forward, trying to force the fight into close quarters where the vampyres sword would be of little or no use. The then struck repeated blows at the creature, which dropped his sword and began deflecting the attacks with the bracers. Clara was unrelenting, using every last bit of energy to attack but quickly realized that the moment he slowed those massive arms would crush the life out of him. So he feinted left and when the block came on both sides anticipating a trick attack Clara leapt backwards, squaring off with the vampyre once more.
      Then the vampyre laughed. "You are good," it said in a strangely accented deep voice. "Much better than those other that I fought. They were not very skilled." Fenrir licked his teeth and knelt to retrieve his sword. "You are gifted warrior, gifted or lucky. But luck does not hold in a fight of skill, and I have been as a man, with swords and guile. Now, face a vampyre!" Fenrir rushed forward in a blur, using the flat of his sword to strike Clara in the chest. Clara saw stars explode and felt himself rise in the air and hit the ceiling in the hallway. He landed hard and felt something give in his chest, and the fire of pain in his side let him know that more than one rib had been broken. Using his arms to get up he turned his head just as the huge leg of the vampyre came crashing along the side of his already broken body. Once more Clara felt himself flying through the air, this time hitting much sooner against a wall. Pain wracked his body and he coughed up blood. Once more he tried to get up and face his death like a true knight. But Fenrir, once again using the flat of his blade, swatted him across his back, slamming his face into the ground and Breaking Clara's nose. "Ah cockroach, you still have some fight in you," he said softly. "Tell me, do you a have a woman…or daughter. I would like to finish your line while you live, so you would know what it is like to loose a child, though your loss would not be as great as my own." Then he brought his boot up and brought it down hard on Clara's back, smiling as a resounding crack was heard. "Tell me cockroach, or I shall have to torture it out of you." Clara turned his head and began muttering the death song to himself. "Tell me roach," Fenrir roared in a voice of many voices, "TELL ME O KNIGHT OF BISHA, OF THE DAY, TELL ME NOW!"

    • Storytime part 4

      13 years ago

      exniner

      Clara stood in awe of the creature that they had hunted, and in turn hunted them. All the other vampyres Clara had helped destroy were all the same in appearance; thin, lithe and pale with dark eyes and long hair. Fenrir was nothing of sort. The vampyre stood at about five foot four inches, short even for young knights in training. He was barrel chested and broad, with blacksmith arms and pack infantry legs. He wore a simple tunic and trousers of brown, where not stained with recent blood, with high boots of dark leather. A harness came over his right shoulder down to his left hip bearing a scabbard for a claymore roughly the creature's own height. His arms were bare and scarred, save for leather bracers right at the wrists, as was the creatures face. But the scars on the face were purple cuts going from hairline to chin over each eye, and one more from the center of his chin to his nose, though none of them impaired his mouth or eyes. His hair was cut short, and his beard was only on the side and underside of his face, leaving a clear visage for anyone looking.
      But it was his eyes that were the demanding feature, for they pulsed slowly, changing from green to red, to black and then back to green. Those eyes stared without blinking at Clara, and he saw a smile in them and knew it was already over.
      Clara could hear his men form a tight wedge behind him, and could even hear the voices as they asked for orders or in the case of Avery, mutter a prayer to Bisha for protection. But it all seemed distant and foggy, as he looked into the eyes of Fenrir Vala, the elusive father of the vampyres. His own thoughts thundered in his head, and he said to himself, I am to die in the hands of that thing, and there is nothing I could hope to do. He turned his head and watched his men wait for orders. I have led them to the dragon's lair, and the dragon had been waiting the whole time. How clever we thought we were with plans and the blessing of the priesthood. The gods are blind to our plight, and now eighteen men will be dead for some notion of good and evil.
      "Avery", he said aloud," hand me your sword and lead the men at a run out of this slaughterhouse as soon as I engage the beast." Avery began to protest, but Clara cut him off saying, "if you have any wish to wed and father young then do as I say, and learn from this experience." Avery looked at his captain with pride and loss, and handed over his own blade. The weight of two swords was comfortable to Clara and he closed his eyes for half a moment, saying a quick prayer. Then he charged the vampyre.

    • Storytime Part 3

      13 years ago

      exniner

      The hallway had become a crimson stain, with bits of fabric and wood standing in complete contrast. Clara smelled fresh blood, and noted all the signs of a major struggle, but had heard nothing while on the previous floor. The men, once again in pairs went over the room, picking up the remains of discarded armor and weapons, some still attached to various body parts. Clara and the knight accompanying him, a recently promoted young man by the name of Avery Garret, took up the rear, using the legs of recently smashed tables as clubs to smash open doors. Clara was painfully aware of the noise being made, but accepted it, as it was already made clear that the vampyre knew they were about. Clara could hardly stand the smell of the place and was ready to signal the ascent to the next floor when Avery caught his attention, motioning for Clara to attend something he had found.
      Clara walked over to the young man as he picked up something that had been at his feet. Clara's curiosity became piqued, and he quickly reached the younger man. Just as quickly he retched, for in the hands of Knight Garret was the still armored head of Commander Swarovski. The other men, hearing the noise of their captain, turned to see what the problem was. And that was when the attack was made.
      Rushing from just outside the stairwell to the upper level came the vampyre, aiming low and tackling the closest knight through a boarded door, all before the others had even turned. Four of the remaining knights squared off, so none of their backs would be toward the enemy, while the partner of the tackled man watched. Clara saw the man stare in horror at whatever was happening in the room, and knew he was about to witness the death of another of his men.
      "TOMAS!" he yelled at full force, "ATTEND KNIGHT!" The young knight still stood facing the room, and Clara could see blood splattering all over the man. Clara put his dagger back in his belt and raised one hand to his mouth. "Tomas hurry here," he motioned with his free hand for the young knight to join the square, and upon noticing that it still had no effect added "that is an order KNIGHT!" The word order seemed to snap the man from his trance and he quickly turned and ran toward his unit, his face a pale remnant of what it was. But it was already to late.
      The vampyre rushed from the room and reached one arm toward the retreating knight, his nails digging through the armor and stopping the running knight with little effort. Then with an overhead pull swung the knight over his head and into the floor with a resounding thud. Then once more was he thrown in the direction of his fellow knights, and this time the thud was accompanied with the sounds of a skull splitting open, as the knight's helm had vanished between swings. Then the vampyre looked up and into the eyes of Knight Captain David Clara.

    • Storytime Part 2

      13 years ago

      exniner

      Wiping moisture from his facemask, he tapped his armor three times with the hilt of his blade, causing the four Knight lieutenants to face him. Looking at each in turn he said, "Strike hard and fast when the order is given. Do not try to incapacitate the beast, but kill on sight." The men looked at each other at the order, and then returned their attention to their captain. He continued, "Fenrir Vala was the ringleader of this coven, and has eluded us for too long. Because of this, any thing that moves is considered opposition and is to be killed." He paused to let those words sink in. "We believe that he is the last vampyre in the city, perhaps the land. Kill him and we can go back to just keeping the peace, and the occasional skull cracking in the gambling halls." The men chuckled silently, but did not lose composure. Clara looked at his men one by one, and then said, "do not hesitate, or your last moment will be spent with Grendin's worst spawn." He waved his hand to show he was done talking, and the men turned to wait for the strike order once more.
      And still the rain came. Tension rose to the point of aggravation. Suddenly all three teams of men felt a tingle on the back of their neck, and words began to form in their ears. Less than a whisper, and barely audible over the rain came the order, "Strike". Simultaneously three entrances were breached, and fifteen knights rushed into the building, one hand on a vicious short sword carried as a throwback to ancient days, the other on a black finely honed dagger carried on the belt. They rushed up the stairs from several places, looking for the lone person that was supposed to be in one of the upper rooms. Clara followed his men up to the first floor landing, the third group to get there as back up. The other two groups were to proceed to floors three and five and begin their searches there. Clara and his men began a search, watching every moment at the stairs at the far end of the hall, just in case their quarry rushed out of hiding.
      Clara looked around the hallway. Signs of recent work showed in the boarded windows and doors nailed tight with boards around the cracks to stop all light from getting through. There was an ancient smell on the floor that could not have come from the few months the building had been condemned. It was a stale smell of apples and roses, with a hint of something sour and pungent to make it pleasing and uncomfortable at the same time. Clara signaled to two men who quickly went to the first room and removed the barricades. Slowly the door opened and the other two men rushed into the room, while Clara quickly followed. The room was a shambles, floors torn to pieces and wedged against the window using parts of the bed and doors. Other than that it was dusty and smelt only of musk, and the knights made quick work of the windows, pulling everything down to allow light into the room once the rain had ended.
      A repeat performance happened at every room on the floor, for twenty-four rooms. In each of the rooms, no sign of the elusive vampyre. Signs of recent eviction in some, and in others almost nothing, but in all a feeling of unease began to prickle in each knight. It was almost as if the creature knew there every move as they made it. Clara began to think slower, more like a predator. He began to look more carefully around himself, checking for tracks in dust, things freshly moved, anything that might give away that someone had been there recently. Something about all this made him uneasy. All the training he had received screamed at him to form a defensive circle, or to wedge with their collective backs to the wall, but at the same time nothing was overt that should have made him uneasy. Clara signaled for his men.
      Using hand signals he formed them into a defensive diamond and had them move toward the upper floors. At the doorway of the stairwell the men began to group into pairs and slowly mount the stairs to the next floor. By this time Clara had come to the definite conclusion that things were amiss in the project tenement. Upon reaching the next floor and entering the hallway he and his men took immediate defensive postures, swords and daggers flew into hands and men took in their surroundings in astounded horror.

    • Storytime Chapter 1, part 1

      13 years ago

      exniner

      Well, ive been thinking, and to those of you who read my prologue, here is the first chapter of the stroy. If you havnt read the prologue, its in an earlier journal, so read it and then the story. This will take like 3 journals...so here goes

      Rain thundered over the poor quarter of New Belmont. Night was fast approaching, and the streets were clearing of all people save a few. The Knights of Kadev closed over the decrepit shape of a condemned tenement building, the sounds of their approach covered by the tapping rain falling all around. The poor quarter was full of these ramshackle six story buildings where families huddled in small flats, so that the streets of the great city would not be lined with the hapless poor. The unseen and unwanted lived in these close quarters, where a witless king and a greedy minister of commerce first erected some three hundred buildings. Now, almost a hundred years later, only about one hundred remained as the poor quarter expanded and grew into the merchant quarter, and the buildings removed to make room for new storefronts. But this was a bad evening for business, and most were closing much earlier than usual. Trouble had befallen the capital city, and now the Knights Pendragon were getting ready to clean things up.
      Three groups of six knights sought three entrances at a boarded up tenement: front, rear, and underneath from a connection to a sewer. Knight Captain David Clara stood behind the wedge of men in front of him, the rear entrance waiting to be breached the moment the command was given by the Knight Commander, Jodi Swarovski. Clara looked at his men, feeling the tension and knowing what the importance of what they were about to do. For three months the Knights of Kadev had been hunting the coven that had been such a nuisance for the past few years. Knights in the order of Shield and Sword, or Mount and Lance had the countryside and city, but had uncovered nothing. Until a lucky break in the form of an evicted snitch, and an even luckier hunt, more than four dozen vampyres were dead, with only one known to be still living. But the vampyres were not easy prey, with superb reflexes, night-vision, speed, and the strength of two men at the least, each death of a creature came at a great loss for the Knights Pendragon with almost a three to one loss.
      Thus the order of Lance and Dagger, the highest in the Knights Pendragon, was dispatched to rid the city of the last remaining vampyres, and had thus far suffered no losses. This was mostly due to enchantments by the priests of Great Bisha and Lesser Tammuz, patron Gods of the Pendragons. These enchantments blessed their blades with holy power, and their helms with the ability to give their wearer sight in the dark. For a week straight this particular unit had swept the poor and merchant quarter, finding two dwellings of vampyres unaware, and turning both into massacres. But still the coven's deadly father had yet to take matters in his own hands. Which led to this night.

    • Prologue to my book...check it out.

      13 years ago

      exniner

      In the beginning there were three. And the three were together of one mind, but of separate thoughts. In their greatness the chaos of the void was filled with light, and in that light the Halls of Gilded Light became their home. Ever expanding in wonder and beauty it soon encompassed the entire void, until that balance shifted in favor of order and light. And the three rejoiced at their own power and brilliance, and at the sounds of their laughter the remaining gap between the void and halls was filled with starlight, and one of the three saw this, and smiled.
      And the smiling one of the three adopted the form of a radiant woman in azure and emerald robes and took upon herself the name Ingean, saying, "I will give life where there is none." And smiling she filled the gap with planets of stone and water, granting the prize of life upon the one that she recognized as her most beautiful creation. The other two of the three saw this and grew envious, saying among them, "Why has our other become 'She Who Gives Life'?" Thus the first of the three manipulated the fabric of the Halls and the Gap, populating them with beings of beauty and power. His halls he filled with majestic winged beings, and beautiful song makers. And for his pleasure he created humans using the power his sister had employed in her garden of planets. "I shall call them Man," he announced to his siblings, "and they shall worship me in my sister's domain, and my servants shall worship me at all times, even in the Halls." Adopting the visage of a strong man he presented himself to his sister in robes of crimson and silver. And placing his hand on her shoulder he asserted his place as first of the three saying, "I will be worshiped as Albiorix, ruler of all that is within my gaze." And both brother and sister rejoiced.
      But the other watched them in their revelry and grew angry saying to himself, "they forget the glory of an common mind, the glory of creating and destroying, they forget that we are not mere creators, but true gods of immense power." He watched them and in time began to change. His bright presence became an encroaching darkness without form, engulfing all that came near in shadow. And it came to pass that those beings of beauty that entered the darkness became creatures of pain and suffering, changed to their very nature by the envy radiating from the nameless other. It was Ingean who saw the corruption taking place in the Halls of Gilded Lights and sought out her brother saying to him, "We must stop the plague falling upon our home of beauty. Your servants, your lilamis, are becoming twisted and defiled and even in my domain there are things destroying the balance, causing the humans to become corrupt and evil. Something must be done." And Albiorix, in his wisdom, saw that their brother, being with out form and with much hate, was the center of the plague.
      Calling to him Albiorix cried, "my brother, why do you corrupt our creation. You were here at the beginning and rejoiced at the beauty contained here. Why do this like a petulant man-child and take what is not yours to take." And the other then looked at his brother and cried out, "I SHALL DO AS I PLEASE, O WORSHIPED OF MAN, FOR YOUR JOY HAS MADE YOU BLIND TO THE RAW POWER I STILL POSSESS, THAT YOU SO FOOLISHLY GAVE UP TO TAKE A FORM THAT MIMICS A LOWER LIFEFORM!" And he laughed in the face of Albiorix. "I SHALL TAKE YOUR WORLD, AND MY SISTERS WORLD AND THROW IT UNTO THE VOID, AND THEN I SHALL DO THE SAME WITH YOU AND THEN REMAKE ALL IN MY IMAGE. ONLY THEN SHALL THE UNIVERSE WITTNESS THE POWER OF A TRUE GOD."
      Thus it was that Albiorix launched himself at his brother and a struggle for the existence of reality began. Thunder rang throughout the Halls, The realms of the Gap, and the Void. The skies were filled with a terrible light and the sounds of the battle raged for a hundred years. Albiorix would wrestle his brother into submission, and then with sudden ferocity the other would cast him aside, their rage building with every moment that passed. And the power released devastated the planes of existence, the Halls darkened in places, and Ingean's garden of worlds were threatened as rips made from the stuff of the void threatened to destroy it all. Ingean used all her might to repair the damage as it happened, but the might of the warring brothers was too much for the goddess. So she abandoned her task and used her energies against the other, and the battle was fierce.
      In time the other began to tire from the constant onslaught from both god and goddess and weakened. Albiorix and Ingean bound their brother with the stuff of the void and cast him into it. In time balance began to come forth once more, and only the twisted humans and creatures of the Halls were the only remnants of the battle. But all would not stay in such peace.
      Deep in the void, torment and pain wracked the being that should not have felt any. Lost in the void the other drifted in and out of existence, writhing in anguish. Then, the god died. The void released the being of power from his bonds, and the energy of the god exploded outward, upsetting the borders of the void. And then a breath. The form of the god began to shape itself into that of a man, lean and strong, but pale with lavender markings all over his form. The void rejected the energy that the god expelled, and the energy infused itself unto the god, along with pieces of the void to fill the gaps left by his brother and sister. And a new being was created, both god and the void he opened his eyes. And looking around himself he illuminated the void with a pale blue light, and cloaking himself in lavender and black he examined his new realm with yellow eyes. "I shall shape my new home to fit my image," he said, "and I shall call myself Xet-Puchta, he of two names and two realms. Death shall be my claim, the void, my home." And smiling he began his work…

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  • Comments (3585)

    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      your certainly up late

    • isharanger

      12 years ago

      hehe welcome

    • isharanger

      12 years ago

      glad u like it

    • isharanger

      12 years ago

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      better?

    • isharanger

      12 years ago

      yeah sry i didnt see that i'll go fix it, re-upload and then show ya again, k? and whenever is fine

    • isharanger

      12 years ago

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    • isharanger

      12 years ago

      background?

    • isharanger

      12 years ago

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    • demonchild66

      12 years ago

      cool. have fun at work.

    • demonchild66

      12 years ago

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    • demonchild66

      12 years ago

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    • demonchild66

      12 years ago

      me too. your the only freind online. *crys* how do i make a forum?

    • demonchild66

      12 years ago

      nah, i dont get hangover after only 8 beers. sorry. just very drunk.

    • exniner

      12 years ago

      i mean, its wednesday. I dont think ive ever even had a drink on wednesday. hehehe. Have fun with the hangoever.

    • demonchild66

      12 years ago

      it was a "going away" party..... if you will. ^_^ and i dont go to school anymore. sorry. ^_^

    • demonchild66

      12 years ago

      finally stoped throwing up and being drunk.....

    • demonchild66

      12 years ago

      whats up?

    • Decemius

      12 years ago

      I've been fine. Yourself?

    • Nathan The Dark

      12 years ago

      I guess you get 4 more mod points then.

    • Nathan The Dark

      12 years ago

      But..did you read the rest of it?

    • Nathan The Dark

      12 years ago

      You commented so you could get some mod points huh?

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, hee hee! Yes, indeed - we must look out for each other, and be able to read each other's work, ne! =D

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Awww, hee hee hee! *blush* Thank you for your nice comments on my journal! =D

    • Surutar

      12 years ago

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    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

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    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      even bumped you to the next level

    • Surutar

      12 years ago

      i have given you a list of em... well the ones that i remember

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      12 years ago

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    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      added another 10 for your list

    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      Counselors and Kings trilogy by Elaine Cunningham

    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      an extra little note for you the drow are suposed to fear the unseelie faries because of something that happend to a drow that Lloth later subsumed

    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      well so far there are 190 books so its a very big place and sorry if im coming off llike an ass

    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      you dont seem to read the forgotten realms beyond the drizzt books and thats where some of these things are big such as the sahuagin they are in atleast 10 books

    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      you mind if i just put a wikipedia link next to some of the big ones you didnt add?

    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      i could give you atleast 20 types of dragons

    • Steel_Viper

      12 years ago

      lol i know i've got them from various comedy acts but they make sense, lol

    • lilflash200

      12 years ago

      yeah your right

      I don't speak spanish either and I live in south florida and have a cuban girlfriend

      (and I am not kidding by the way)

    • nagasadow99

      12 years ago

      lol nothing,its just i read another book that had a dwarf named Orin. lol

    • ilikeme101

      12 years ago

      Dude its 1am and your my only friend thats online!

    • BlueYoshi15

      12 years ago

      The Flipside Thread. (A webcomic thread)
      Season 5 Predictions
      Official CAD Thread (webcomic)

      There are more, but those 3 threads are the ones i'm most active in.

    • BlueYoshi15

      12 years ago

      Ok then. Even though i watch you and clear your alerts. smiley0.gif

      We need to find a thread that we both hang out in.

    • Nathan The Dark

      12 years ago

      Bitchy? What do you mean?

    • Nathan The Dark

      12 years ago

      Dude. It's just a story. It doesn't matter if you lack proper English mechanics(No offense). But yeah.

      I have to go. I'm going camping in a few hours. Later.

    • Nathan The Dark

      12 years ago

      But the last few ones didn't.

    • Bob_Long

      12 years ago

      what lvl are your 2 WoW charactors and what realm are they on?

    • claysims

      12 years ago

      dude the name isn't in the song go to wikipedia or something

    • claysims

      12 years ago

      you are so close right band wrong song name

    • 10101

      12 years ago

      hay there how is it going? have u read my newest journals??

    • lilflash200

      12 years ago

      just wondering because no one (usually) except irish people celebrate that day

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      AH~! Thank you for adding me, hee hee! I am "watching" you, by the way, ahh ha ha ha... =p

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