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- steviehouse
- Posts: 942
- Joined: 30-03-2005 13:18
<----ELSA
Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't you think it was very convenienct that you found these items so easily? Or am i just getting paranoid now???? Dammit, i'm gonna put on my mask and head off for the house, wanna take a look around and see if anything has changed over there since we left! Back soon.
Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't you think it was very convenienct that you found these items so easily? Or am i just getting paranoid now???? Dammit, i'm gonna put on my mask and head off for the house, wanna take a look around and see if anything has changed over there since we left! Back soon.
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- Posts: 50
- Joined: 19-02-2005 20:39
Hey, I've got some nice liquor I ripped off of some retard named jaypack if you guys want. He was pretty smashed, kept mumbling something about how he's worthless now. Also said to me he used to be a really important designer of notpron, and he's been replaced by the rest of his co-workers, like Aech T. Eam, Huin Doles, Logan boax, and a guy they called zorce. I've heard rumors of these guys, hold alot of dark secrets about the internet. He seems pretty pissed off, I'm not sure if he's lying or not, but he seems to be the best shot we have for now. maybe we could use him to help us?
<~~~ Razor
*(( Wakes up very slowly and very groggy, trying to remember what happend. He tries to sit up and can't. The dried blood seems to have glued his head to the floor boards. His fingers begin to work again and he streches them out. His arms nor his legs can move!. He tries to stretch his gaze around and sees his rock!))*
Grampa! Finally! Help me get up, I can't move...
What do you mean you can't?
Fine I'll do it myself!
*(( He forces his head up and the blood begins to pour as the nail from the broken floorboard exits his skull. As the edges of his vision grow darker, his rock begins to weep. As the life is painfully drained from him his grasp around his stick loosens, as the stick rolls across the floor it turns into a scroll of decoding cyphers, He stands, trying to stay alive, only to fall again driving the nail once again into his skull. He and the rock burst into millions of tiny particles, tehn disappear, never to be seen again.))*
*(( Wakes up very slowly and very groggy, trying to remember what happend. He tries to sit up and can't. The dried blood seems to have glued his head to the floor boards. His fingers begin to work again and he streches them out. His arms nor his legs can move!. He tries to stretch his gaze around and sees his rock!))*
Grampa! Finally! Help me get up, I can't move...
What do you mean you can't?
Fine I'll do it myself!
*(( He forces his head up and the blood begins to pour as the nail from the broken floorboard exits his skull. As the edges of his vision grow darker, his rock begins to weep. As the life is painfully drained from him his grasp around his stick loosens, as the stick rolls across the floor it turns into a scroll of decoding cyphers, He stands, trying to stay alive, only to fall again driving the nail once again into his skull. He and the rock burst into millions of tiny particles, tehn disappear, never to be seen again.))*