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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:33 pm
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A rather oddly crafted golem rolls across the uneaven floor, seeming completly lost, but no less determined.
Suddenly, it wobles, and falls into a pile of trash, which it matched perfectly.
"Energy supply exahusteeeed... baaaatttterrryyy rrreeeaaaacccchhhhaaaaarrrrggggiiiiinnnngggg iiiiinnnnniiiiittttttiiiiiaaaaa...." trailed off its grating mechanicle voice.
Meanwhile, not far from the area where the golem crashed, a dark man walked through the ruins, shaded by a large, jet black unbrella.
Several shadow creatures fallowed behind it, shifting around the area nervously, twitching, anxious for something....
"Well this is the place..." said the shadow, waiting patiently, "nothing to do now but..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 10:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 12:11 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 1:24 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 4:14 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 5:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2007 10:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 8:34 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 10:05 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 10:41 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 1:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 2:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 10:14 pm
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Thomas laughed at this, "And how many time have I heared an underworld ((Meaning the criminal, not the spiritual, kind)) boss say the same thing about that?" Thomas let his hands fall back to his side, and wlaked over to a large pile of rubish, sitting down on it without hesitation.
"They all say the same thing, 'Their powerfull, beyond comprehension' the worst is when they start talking about how there a god." he was a shifty "task man" with dark powers, of course he had encountered plenty of those kinds in the past.
"Still, I'll play along. Any idea what he wanted with that? Usualy they can't help but launch into monolouging when they send people off into jobs."
Thomas was still busy thinking to himself, "...all the same, a bulet in through the brain seems to take away all their might...
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