| 11-02-2007, 08:11 PM | #1 |
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I'd hate to have finally found this place to see that it is dead. Some of you guys were great from way back in the GG days, or even the NGCCB days. If the boards are dead, peace out. if not, see you later.
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| 11-03-2007, 05:04 PM | #2 |
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i'm dead
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| 11-03-2007, 08:07 PM | #3 |
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I'm more dead than you are. so there
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| 11-03-2007, 09:26 PM | #4 |
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Sorry chops. They seemed to be taking off in the beginning, but then I took a trip to Italy, and they never recovered for some reason.
Maybe we can start a revival? |
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| 11-03-2007, 10:13 PM | #5 |
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that sucks, this place seems so nice. I too hope for a revival
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| 11-04-2007, 02:00 PM | #6 |
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Perhaps Dan should try a little harder.
![]() <.< >.> <.<
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'so how did it end? can you describe those final days?'
broken windows, and resting eyes. 'can you tell us what happened here?' they finally got sick of it all, they just gave up on accepting fate. that was the loophole, they found the achilles heel and managed to strike it down. at the feet of the ruins is a dormant structure. dormant but breathing, still breathing. the wind sweeps through its hallways, echoing at the establishment of their caretakers. an exhaltation of cold premonition. |
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| 11-04-2007, 02:23 PM | #7 |
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Dan needs to find some young kids and get them to come on this thing. Because most of the older kids don't seem to care toooooo much about posting their thoughts on the interweb.
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| 11-04-2007, 03:16 PM | #8 |
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Since we've all been regurgitating the same threads for five plus years.
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'so how did it end? can you describe those final days?'
broken windows, and resting eyes. 'can you tell us what happened here?' they finally got sick of it all, they just gave up on accepting fate. that was the loophole, they found the achilles heel and managed to strike it down. at the feet of the ruins is a dormant structure. dormant but breathing, still breathing. the wind sweeps through its hallways, echoing at the establishment of their caretakers. an exhaltation of cold premonition. |
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| 11-17-2007, 12:39 AM | #9 |
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I think Dan is getting a little too old to pull that off. At least, not without some raised eyebrows and possible legal troubles...
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| 11-17-2007, 09:27 PM | #10 | |
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Also, Dan's legal troubles aside, it might be beneficial for the rest of us, not in prison!
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'so how did it end? can you describe those final days?'
broken windows, and resting eyes. 'can you tell us what happened here?' they finally got sick of it all, they just gave up on accepting fate. that was the loophole, they found the achilles heel and managed to strike it down. at the feet of the ruins is a dormant structure. dormant but breathing, still breathing. the wind sweeps through its hallways, echoing at the establishment of their caretakers. an exhaltation of cold premonition. |
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