610 Viewpoint Like A Missile

V=werhyjj34ze save point: viewpoint like a missile somewhere in south america, 1980 imagine your viewpoint like a missile.

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750 Green Like Sekhmet

like i said, he was a decent guy. so i stole the handgun and documentation, then grabbed all the better food out of his mini-fridge. that was what made me suspect him, by the way.

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Eyes like the Forest (8)

Where others might be afraid to even speak of spirits and the like, a guildsman would less so, or at least would be easily bought with coin, so long as he wasn't breaking the tenants of his guild.

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Eyes like the Forest (7)

#8 of eyes like the forest no-longer-gray had awoken some hours before dawn, having slept as much as he was allowed, and made a breakfast of wild berries and a crust of bread leftover from the previous day's meal, all while watching that fragile construction

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Eyes like the Forest (6)

There's a lot of space between here and eldswood, you aren't likely to find the place on your own without any idea just where it is." "he mentioned some neighbors he met once that he had over.

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Eyes like the Forest (5)

#6 of eyes like the forest nausea fought its way into no-longer-gray gut as his stomach once again threatened to empty itself.

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Eyes like the Forest (4)

"madam, we'll take your darkest beer, and keep them coming until we're sleeping like babes!"

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Eyes like the Forest (3)

#4 of eyes like the forest part 3! ... yes, typos, i know. point them out and i'll fix them, heh.

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Eyes like the Forest (1)

#2 of eyes like the forest first real part of it, pretty purple, enjoy.

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Make Me Like An Irishman

Lord, make me like the irishmen, let my reasons here be told: passion to the irishman be worth more than a pot of gold.

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Isiat's Biography, or something like it.

This is more simply a biography on his life, likes and interests, from which you can draw your own conclusions about him as a person. enjoy!

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Eyes like the Forest (10)

She liked the mornings. mornings were filled with purpose, with work. they gave her something to do, gave her an excuse to not thing of anything but the job right in front of her.

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