01-06-2002, 10:20 AM
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Karakaze Troupe
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Join Date: Apr 2001
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Slowly dark clouds moved upon the town. A storm began to brew....then out of the pitch black came a bolt of lightning killing the squirrel. A note floated down and landed on its corpse. It read "More is coming".... |
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- Brad
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