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Post by NµKe on May 2, 2011 9:40:16 GMT -5
Yeah, I'd like some more info as well. I'd be up for it being just you and me for now. Right now Ranger seems to be limited by internet usage and school.
...to be honest... we'd have to get this going, and then you'd have to be cool with a bit of a break at the beginning of the summer...
...I'm getting married, member? So... besides that, I think we'll be good to go.
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Post by Galio on May 2, 2011 17:19:17 GMT -5
OK, I don't think silly things like 'marriage' should be getting in the way of this. No problem at all. We all seem to go off on our own breaks anyway. I'll post up some info tonight on this.
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Post by Hoovy on May 2, 2011 19:36:45 GMT -5
Am I invited to the wedding? Also, Andrew Carr says hi.
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Post by NµKe on May 4, 2011 8:39:05 GMT -5
Yeah, you are invited. I just invited you on facebook. And tell Andrew I say hi, please.
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Post by Hoovy on May 6, 2011 23:18:47 GMT -5
Ok. Btw, Location: Utah. My Location: Florida. -_-
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Post by NµKe on May 25, 2011 23:22:16 GMT -5
Word. How much do you love me? *chuckles. hehehe, no worries bro, I understand... *mutters something about Galio loving him and showing up to the wedding...
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Post by Galio on Nov 25, 2012 13:44:56 GMT -5
[[Sample post]]
That a world of such serene peace should come to this; the poets rise to arms, the young die young, and fools reign. 'As fate decides', they say.
Fate be the devil. For the man who gives voice to the unspeaking heart does no work but love. But take, and push him to end the life he cherishes so; this is naught, but hate. And this fate, in his sadistic course, along the way snips the bud before it blooms. But furthermore, gives thrones to men who do the deeds.
That it should come to this, that love should fly and young should die. As fate decides? Nay. Sing, I say, through the night and the fog of war. Sing over the dead and the fields of loss. Let it reach the ears of them that do this, and let them know. Let it reach them, and let them tremor and burn within. The song is love, and it will not die.
"Do not worry, my dear."
Trichton faced the light rain. He could hear no sound but its gentle touch on the forest. His blood mingled with the small puddle near him.
"We'll be together soon."
He raised his hand to see his watch and dropped it down limp. He could hear thudding footfalls nearing. As he watched the rain coursing through the air down to his face he whispered, "That it should come to this..."
In an instant, he was lying on his back in a crowded street. Naked, of course. He jumped to his feet and sprinted away. Careful not to draw attention, he snatched and stole whatever clothes he could.
Several minutes later, about twenty men appeared one by one in the same place as Trichton just had. Shocked passerby's gaped on at the humanity. The men ran in every direction, rampaging through the streets in search of Trichton.
[[Does any of it make sense? He's running through time to escape. His plan and their cause will be revealed in time. And he's a poet. And I changed his name.]]
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Post by NµKe on Dec 4, 2012 7:14:58 GMT -5
I'm planning on reading this and jumping in very soon. I have a little more time at this point, so I will try and make this happen.
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