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Post by happy on Jul 7, 2007 23:14:48 GMT -5
He struggled threw the thick foliage hacking at it with his sword. He could here the creature some were behind him. He had to get out of here! His sword was nigh useless against it, and he was out of mana. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and tried to cut threw faster.
"I can paint a picture with a pen, but a song will only scratch the skin, and there are still places I haven't been!" He begged up at the sky although he couldn't see it threw the the canopy.
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Post by happy on Jul 15, 2007 13:38:58 GMT -5
He sighed heavaly. It didn't seem that any help was coming. "Can't hold on much longer... but i will never let go.." He really had to stop talking to himself. It made him sound crazy, and helped the monster zone in on him. Maybe he should just turn and fight the damn thing to the bitter end. It was going to get him anyway what was the use of running?
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Post by wowposter on Nov 1, 2008 22:12:52 GMT -5
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