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2003-02-02, 10:02 PM | [Ignore Me] #33 | |||
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2003-02-03, 02:20 PM | [Ignore Me] #37 | ||
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BigHoss, when you ask yourself why a knife is sticking in your spine rendering your crippled with a Vanu painting you with his Thumper, then you will know i got my revenge .
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She walks in the twilight, her steps make no sound, Her feet leave no tracks on the dew-covered ground. Her hand gently beckons, she whispers your name, But those who go with her are never the same. Dead girls dancing burn and twirl, witch hunt, witch hunt burn this girl... The willow knows what the storm does not: that the power to endure harm outlives the power to inflict it. |
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2003-02-03, 02:27 PM | [Ignore Me] #39 | ||
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Zatrais.. when you use your MAX's special ability locking you down onto the ground... well.. that'll make it easier to paint you with my Thumper dont have to worry about you moving.
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She walks in the twilight, her steps make no sound, Her feet leave no tracks on the dew-covered ground. Her hand gently beckons, she whispers your name, But those who go with her are never the same. Dead girls dancing burn and twirl, witch hunt, witch hunt burn this girl... The willow knows what the storm does not: that the power to endure harm outlives the power to inflict it. |
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2003-02-03, 02:34 PM | [Ignore Me] #41 | ||
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who said i would be on the ground :P ... just open the back of a galaxy and lob a few rounds your way
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She walks in the twilight, her steps make no sound, Her feet leave no tracks on the dew-covered ground. Her hand gently beckons, she whispers your name, But those who go with her are never the same. Dead girls dancing burn and twirl, witch hunt, witch hunt burn this girl... The willow knows what the storm does not: that the power to endure harm outlives the power to inflict it. |
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