| 08-10-2007, 06:37 PM | #11 |
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Re: Which theme do you like the most?
I want to change my vote but I cant. At least for now, this one Lust has more things in it/
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| 08-10-2007, 06:53 PM | #12 | |
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Re: Which theme do you like the most?
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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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| 08-10-2007, 06:58 PM | #13 |
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Re: Which theme do you like the most?
You better start picking things up on your theme Justin, you're losing devotees.
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| 08-10-2007, 07:01 PM | #15 |
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Re: Which theme do you like the most?
God damn it - i lost the awards code now too.
/kills Dan
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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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