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Name: Kiexo (pronounced: Key-xo)
Number: 144? (org's not accepting right now TT.TT)
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Traeth syeekers parts 1-4TRAETH SYEEKERS PARTS 1-4:
Karine looked around as she stepped into the woods; dress trailing behind her.
"Not much here; eh Charles?"
Charles shrugged and looked around as well; "I think it's really peaceful"
Karine glared at him, and responded "Charles. I am bored."
Karine could hiss any word in the dictionary; but bored was her specialty; and charles; her 17-year old butler winced; as his 16-year old mistress spit out the word.
"should we send some one on a quest?" charles asked doubtfully; he did not want to hear the answer
Karine grinned; "no......let's send one of those fools from the village on AN IMPOSSIBLE QUEST"
Karine squealed happily and pulled out a mirror. as she looked into it the glass changed into a picture of a young girl about 14 appeared.
Charles sighed. He did not like where this was going; but he took the mirror and tapped the glass 3 times. Charles then appeared in front of the girl; slightly dazed from the transportation. The girl stared, wide eyes, at th
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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