The lush hills I call home. This land creates warriors. Inside the ancient forest's lurk all manner of forgotten creatures, savage wild cats and grizzly bears. Fur, claw and fang rule this valley. Overun with wild Werewolves and all kinds of horrific beasts. I was forged in this crucible of untamed wilderness, my steel tempered by the mighty Frasier River and my razor sharp edge honed by the Rocky Mountains. You can find me where the two rivers meet, then go West about six kilometers. There you will find me, drinking ale from a horn, sitting in front of a roaring fire. My latest kill roasting on the flames.
I can see my house from here
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Posted by The Devil Uno at 7:14 PM
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Somehow I think that picture is all white right now. Brrrr! ;-)
The putrecence of your vulgarity draws me in, the anti-logical pull of things undesireable consume my being. It overtakes my every waking thought and freakish nightmares, leaving me a hollow shell of remnant memories.
what is this gibberish?
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