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for gods sake i just got hacked AGAIN!!!!!!!!
30-Aug-2011 10:46:41
Erm.. Hello there, invisible people in this abandoned thread! I was just in the neighborhood, so, uhm.. Yeah. I recently got bored, so I wrote this fun little story! Enjoy it.. OR SUFFER!
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Seph wearily approaches the dark entrance of the hidden cave that is Living Crime's thread. Holding his brightly-burning torch forwards, the light of the flame tosses itself headlong into the abyss of darkness, throwing back countless shadows of rocks and stalagmites.
The forum-surfer exhales in uncertainty, and takes a careful step forwards. The light of the hot-burning torch dances along the walls of the small cave entrance, creating countless shapes from the surrounding shadows. Seph reaches for the re-assuring, cold handle of his revolver in his heavy overcoat with his trembling, scarred right hand.
Without a prelude of warning, a heavy gust begins to flow from the inside of the cave. Seph, in a paranoia-driven panic, tightens the grip on his sidearm and pulls it from its' jacket pocket as he raises his torch in an attempt to identify the strange source of the wind.
The gust strengthens, and tosses back the flame of the torch with ease, before putting an end to the weak flame, altogether. Seph tosses the now-worthless stick aside, and raises his firearm with both hands.
(Continued) "How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith
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Seph wearily approaches the dark entrance of the hidden cave that is Living Crime's thread. Holding his brightly-burning torch forwards, the light of the flame tosses itself headlong into the abyss of darkness, throwing back countless shadows of rocks and stalagmites.
The forum-surfer exhales in uncertainty, and takes a careful step forwards. The light of the hot-burning torch dances along the walls of the small cave entrance, creating countless shapes from the surrounding shadows. Seph reaches for the re-assuring, cold handle of his revolver in his heavy overcoat with his trembling, scarred right hand.
Without a prelude of warning, a heavy gust begins to flow from the inside of the cave. Seph, in a paranoia-driven panic, tightens the grip on his sidearm and pulls it from its' jacket pocket as he raises his torch in an attempt to identify the strange source of the wind.
The gust strengthens, and tosses back the flame of the torch with ease, before putting an end to the weak flame, altogether. Seph tosses the now-worthless stick aside, and raises his firearm with both hands.
(Continued) "How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith
21-Sep-2011 23:29:25 - Last edited on 21-Sep-2011 23:34:31 by Seph
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