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Post by DEATH97 on Apr 9, 2007 0:48:38 GMT -5
Now its tied again (Me) !!
At least with C he could update.
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Apr 9, 2007 1:00:03 GMT -5
B just to be a rebel, MWUHAHAHAHA
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Post by me on Apr 9, 2007 1:08:47 GMT -5
YAY FOR HOUND!
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Post by DEATH97 on Apr 9, 2007 1:11:31 GMT -5
DOH!!
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Post by me on Apr 9, 2007 1:12:19 GMT -5
he he he
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Post by Khornate Marksman on Apr 9, 2007 2:06:10 GMT -5
*Nelson from The Simpsons walks in*
HA HA!!!!!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 9, 2007 12:13:01 GMT -5
*cries* Oh well. I'll do it soon.
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Post by me on Apr 13, 2007 22:01:15 GMT -5
please hurry?
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 13, 2007 22:17:56 GMT -5
Yes mom. I'll do it now.
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Post by me on Apr 13, 2007 22:22:09 GMT -5
And vote in my CYOA little boy!
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 13, 2007 22:28:53 GMT -5
The breton relized now that this was his chance to escape. These people seemed crazy to him, but they were the key to his escape. The Breton relized now that he would be slaughtered in his act, so he decided to hesitate, for the perfect time to exodus from the prison. The strange, beautifully garbed old man, approached the breton. The elder seemed to be in some kind of trance.
"I take it someones out for you?" The breton responded, mocking the old mans scenario. His 'bodyguards' looked irate from the statement, but they kept their mouths closed, and more fortunatley their blades sheathed.
"Yes, it seems that way..." The senior seemed to state without interest in the conversation. The uneasy breton noticed that the man was staring at his face, as if observing him. Then his jaw dropped, and he spoke: "You are the one from my dreams.... then the stars were right." He seemed to be speaking to himself now. "Gods give me strength."
Options: What to say A) "Get out of my way old man!" (shove the strange man aside) B) "Who are you?" C) (assault the odd convoy) D) "Why am I in jail?" F) "The stars are always correct, fool." G) "You determine your lifes plans through stars? That is very foolish." H) "I seem familiar to you as it seems, how so? What's going on?
First vote wins. I'll update again tonight.
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Post by me on Apr 13, 2007 22:29:52 GMT -5
D
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Post by Uesugi on Apr 13, 2007 22:35:15 GMT -5
A
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Post by Dagothkitty on Apr 13, 2007 22:36:48 GMT -5
I guess I'm going to transfer this story into a fast pace CYOA. Like two votes wins kind of idea. Ok, now for the next update.
"Why am I in jail?" The breton asked curiosuly. He never knew why, and the subject had been bothering him for his whole rubbish life, encased in the glooky cell. The qwuestion had itched his berves for years now, and now hopefully this old stranger would reveal the answer, for it is not an ordinary person who walks around with bodyguards, elegant robes... and a large red ruby strapped around his chest.
"That does not matter, for that is not what you will be remembered for." The strange elder was in a state of shock, it seemed. "What is your name? For does not everyone have a name?"
This was yet another drawback to your plan to escape his hell, his eye always flashed towards the open door next to it.
What will be the name of the so-far nameless breton?
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Post by me on Apr 13, 2007 22:37:09 GMT -5
sorry
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