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Post by <=|iorec|=> on Jul 14, 2006 17:46:35 GMT -5
<=Thrust Yer Worthless Carcasses To The Mud! All Hail King Iorec=>
-will write an intro posteh la'ah luffs...no muse-
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Post by msytery on Jul 15, 2006 18:28:52 GMT -5
[clapsancheers!] Hoorah!!! yay u wins!
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Post by <=|iorec|=> on Jul 16, 2006 13:52:10 GMT -5
whewtness xD I'll posteh here d'enn go to the claiming grounds for joo msyt
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Post by <=|iorec|=> on Jul 16, 2006 14:27:18 GMT -5
Corded ligaments hauled the axelgreased carcass amidst his own godforsaken realm bearing dangerous paces. Scythes slaughtered the topography in his wake with each thunderous lurch, unkempt hinden chords smote already gnarled shanks with the force of dagger bound twine. Arch-spire dreads threw themselves from the crude beast to which they mounted, seeminly in a desperate attempt at freedom. Coalened paperthins barrelled thier wares doggedly, emanting rasped spouts of pollution into the atmos. Fetlocks strewn about graved auditorial receptids, which missed thier counterparts dearly, protraying a grotesque belay of facial expression. Upper lambrum seethed smugly toward the overcast, exposing gaudy insizors, bearing homage to more vermin than the d.amned wreckage which he trod so wrecklessly, in an informal sneer.
What the bloody h.ell was this!? A Luce Terrace!? bah. He supposed t'would do, until he could...redecorate. A menacing grin contorted slate and crimson stained kissers. Lucid mass tore evermore aghanst his lowly terrace...god d.amn, what the h.ell was Acadiar? A Luce! Sneerbent features gallabanded thier blackened chasms about this f.ucking luce terrace... a timber giant thrived not far off... the hellish smirk appeared once again upon enticed expressions. Plight slewed amidst a hefty duo thrum as chasked appendi four louged thier mounted cord toward the upholding timber.
Lengths extended, halting the b.astard's mass in one haughty notion. Forthen scythes were relinquished from the soddens, to lash the youthful timber giant. Flints contacted the meek timber for an instant before toppling halfly to the lathe topography, it's trunk spire still partially bound to it's newly found stump. Rasped, brass tones emanted in thier harsh lyrics there you are, you fowl loomer of luces. where is apollo now? you no longer look to him...for now, you look to h.ell. a single menacing belt of cruel laughter escaped a coalened barrel.
Most would think this grotesque equid was mad... for thier obvious forbearings that he truly was...delightfully mad. But oh, so cunning. Satan had blessed him with wonderous forbearences of insanity...will to conquer and destroy. And so he planned in his riegn. Thaugh...he had ever so lately detected a hint of soft flesh... a sensitiveness which he shunned and tried to rid himself of. To no avail... this weakness...this soft, vulerability, was none other than lust. An unhealthy lust for a b.itch...pathetic. But this, Mystery...he must have her, he would have her... even if it meant sending both of thier carcasses to satan.
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Post by <=|iorec|=> on Jul 16, 2006 14:32:14 GMT -5
Oh and msyt luff...joo has to audition for Dark Queen, t'is aur's rules... but joo will kick a.ss luffery xD
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Post by msytery on Jul 17, 2006 0:31:18 GMT -5
[sniffs] fines...
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Post by lazy iorec on Jul 17, 2006 7:20:04 GMT -5
I put right there in meh posteh...[position promised to msyt]
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Post by msytery on Jul 18, 2006 1:29:57 GMT -5
aww i love the way u put it!... hahah [hugglesanrunsofftodomyposteh]
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Post by <=|iorec|=> on Jul 18, 2006 20:19:46 GMT -5
aww, shucks ^.^
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