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I wake up in a small pool of my own blood. The wound itself wasn’t entirely large but I will probably need stitches. I slowly stand up and grab...
The alarm clock next to me on the nightstand wakes me up. The sword was still on my back as I forgot to put it up before I had passed out. I stand...
I didn’t sleep that night. Part of me didn’t want to believe what happened. The very thought of me being here seemed surreal. I had been ripped...
I'm restarting my old story. I actually plan on finishing this one. It's going to be more in detail than the last one. Here's the first chapter...
wat
Hi
"Its said to see this server become politically correct" It's sad to see how incompetent you are with proper grammar and spelling.
It's a sword mounted on my wall :confused: Sharpen it and kill some zombies
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tis a troll
yes, yes i do frop
