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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 11:08 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 12:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 2:47 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 3:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 9:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 10:20 pm
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The Lich king was standing alone outside the building, having been bared entrance for fairly obvious reasons. "You do realize one of your own cohorts left me an invitation."
The plushies failed to respond. "You give me little chioce gentlemen." his voice rose with anger. "Faceless hate consumes the blinded soul." he began an incantaion, "CRUSHING FIST OF SPITE!" he made a sharp punching gesture, and a bank of thick fog swoped down from the sky, and condensed into a spiked fist. The fist then charged through the door, nocking the plushie door men to the sides, and sending the door flying more than just of its hinges, hitting the wall oposite.
With that, the hand dissipated back into lowlying fog. The LichKing walked in feeling thuroughly anounced, and gast a sour gaze about the happening.
-shortly latter- Erk had finaly managed to make his way to the plushie palace, and came in with mild intrest as to why the front door was far inside the building. He passed by the withering corpse, and got an eyefull of sour grapes. He huried inside and whispered to the first person he could find. "Whats the Lich so pissed about?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 12:19 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 7:35 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 2:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 2:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 3:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 4:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 6:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 10:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 10:48 pm
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