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PostPosted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 4:08 am    Post subject: My old story... Reply with quote

Yes, I realize that this is not Akarra, and this takes place in Akarra, but I wanted to post it here as a whole since I never got to there... It is quite long as a whole... Try reading it one section at a time, if it is too long for you.

This also gives a feel of how my character will be played in Daria, so I felt it would be nice to post it here.

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Loyal to the Undead, The Beginning

Many travellers come through the town of Hope, hoping that they will become something. Something to go down in Akarrian history, to have stories told around campfires about them. Whether they want to be valiant heroes, or merciless killers, every person has a dream. Most die or fade away in the process, but there are a precious few who live out their legacy…
The traveller known as Boddah, who’s birth name was Kobane, was born unto an unknown family, that did not wish for such a burden as a child. On a cloudy night, when all Akarrians had lain to rest, the father snuck quietly out of his home to dispose of Kobane. The father carried his axe and his child southeast of town to kill it. As he put the child on the ground, the father saw a figure approaching. He raised his lantern high and stared into the distance. It seemed that it was only his imagination. He placed the lantern on the ground next to the child. The father then lifted his axe high into the air, and swung, but little Kobane still lie on the ground.

The next day, as Akarrians rose to work and hunt, a woman by the name of Cecilia Lifebringer came across an infant lying on the ground. The child was covered in blood, and an axe and a broken lantern were sitting to his side. Cecilia took the child to her home and washed it. The child had no cuts on it, so Cecilia guessed that the blood belonged to another creature. Cecilia decided to raise the child as her own, and since it had no name, she decided to call it Boddah.
Boddah grew as a normal Akarrian boy, running through the peninsula, and making crafts from turtle shells. He spent all of his time with his best friend, a boy who was given the nickname, ‘Poof’, for his curly hair. One day, they decided to check inside a tomb that they had overheard the villagers talking about, only to find undead beings, that had been resurrected to kill trespassers. Poof was very frightened, but Boddah was enthralled. He had never seen anything so amazing in his life. He approached the zombie-like person and tried to touch it. It grabbed him and lifted him to the ceiling. Poof ran out of the tomb to get help. Boddah did not kick or scream, for he thought the creature was being friendly. He laughed, and squirmed, thinking he had a new friend. The zombie proceeded to club the boy on the head, knocking him unconscious.

Help arrived, and found the beast covering the boy in wilted flowers and burying his hands in the dirt from the floor of the tomb. The villagers were puzzled by the ritual, but had to destroy the beast to get the boy back. Boddah was revived in hope by his adoptive mother, and asked what had happened to his friend. When he was told that it was a zombie, and that the village men had killed it, Boddah wept for hours, until he finally fell asleep.

Boddah would return many times in the future to find the villagers killing the zombies, and would beg them to stop. He insisted that they were his friends. The villagers would push the boy away, telling him to return to town. He would sneak further into the tomb to find others that the villagers hadn’t killed. He would approach slowly, and then watch them. He would return on a daily basis to watch them, in awe over the spectacle.

Over the years, the undead seemed to ignore Boddah’s presence, and had even begun to examine him. Boddah would talk to them, telling them about how when he was ‘big and strong like the villagers’, he would help them find life again. Boddah grew, and begun his travels away from the peninsula, still holding his promise in mind.

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As Boddah grew apart from Hope and its residents, he became more and more obsessed with the ways of the Undead. He would go to the tomb daily, and watch the zombies. He had found skeletons and ghosts by now, and he watched them from a bit further of a distance. He would write down their actions and try to re-enact them. The skeletons seemed to have a more violent nature, always being armed with weapons and shields.

Even after years of going to the tomb, Boddah had yet to figure out what force was keeping these beings 'alive', what they were guarding. He and Poof would venture further and further into the tomb, finding skeleton warriors, and greater ghosts. One odd thing they had noticed in the tomb, was a turtle. The turtle was not ordinary, on the contrary, it had a stone shell, and it would lash out at the boys when they approached it. Boddah was curious about the reason the beast was there, and he knew that the turtle had a secret.

By this time, Boddah had become an apprentice to Arno Windsphere. All time not spent studying the undead, was spent perfecting his lightning spell. Boddah would leave the peninsula with Arno and cast from afar while Arno held enemies off. Arno did not seem to care for Boddah much, but taught him anyhow. He was overheard telling Eckard the Merchant about how the boy had a dark, far off look in his eyes, and how he thought that the boy would someday be a burden to all travellers in Akarra. One day, Boddah would return to Arno for a lesson, only to be pushed away, and told to learn somewhere else.

After learning of the power of lightning, Boddah was less reliant on Poof to guide him through the tomb. Boddah could wander through without being so cautious of the skeletons. The zombies seemed to have accepted him, and would allow him to touch them, and stand amongst them. Other younger villagers would notice a change in Boddah around this time. Boddah would sleep in the tomb, and only come out to sell the items he recieved from rebellious skeletons and ghosts, and to kill rabbits for food. He could get water from the second floor of the tomb. When Boddah would come to town, he would rarely speak to anyone other than Poof, and even to Poof, his words were brief.

One of Boddah's travels into the tomb led him to a new Undead to behold. He traveled into the third floor of the tomb, and discovered a ghost-like being that bore the face of a tortured woman. This being approached him and let out a screech that echoed through the empty halls of the tomb. Three more of these 'Nightwishes' emerged from the darkness and chased Boddah out of the tomb.

Boddah did not return to the tomb for thirteen days. During this period of time, villagers saw Boddah wandering the shores, crushing turtles with the end of his staff. After he would crush them, he would cover them in wilted flowers, and bury their legs. His adoptive mother, Cecilia Lifebringer noticed him performing this ritual, the same ritual that had been performed on him years before, and begged him to stop. He ignored her pleas and walked away from the carcass.

When Cecilia sent a search party to look for him along the coast, five green turtles, six red turtles, and two wolves were found with appendages buried, and covered in wilted flowers. The carcasses had already decayed completely down to bone and shell, an unnatural decay rate. After the party had given up all hope of finding the boy, they returned to hope, following the shore. The party made a mystifying discovery along the way; in all thirteen of the locations in which they had found a ritualized beast, there was a stone turtle...

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Villagers were, once again, puzzled by the ritual. No one could tell exactly why it was done in the way it was done, and what it did in to the recieving corpses. And the stone trutles were another riddle entirely. They would discover, after a night's slumber, multiple corpses of small animals covered in gnarled flowers, with appendages buried scattered throughout the town. Occasionally, villagers would arise only to find that Hope was scattered with stone turtles that they would have to fend off before letting children out to play.

Boddah would be seen occasionally by Alera, the Herbalist, wandering to the tomb. She would attemp to watch him, but would never venture far from her hut. On one such occurrence, Alera sent a villager to follow. She gave the villager a torch, and a potion of health, and sent him on his way.

The villager trailed Boddah, and as Alera had predicted, Boddah went into the tomb. The villager slowly followed into the crypt and saw him give the zombies clubs, staves, and worg teeth jewelry. They accepted the tidings, and Boddah sat down to watch the zombies with their new trinkets.

Boddah arose from his seat with the zombies, so the villager ran back into the main corridor of the tomb, as not to be seen. Boddah continued on into the darkness, as the villager crept catiously behind him. Boddah turned to a group of skeletons that were poking at the body of a human boy with their blades. The boy, unsurprisingly by now, was covered in flowers, and had his hands and feet covered with soil. The skeletons jumped at Boddah's arrival, but when one attempted to attack him, he grabbed it by the forehead, and twisted off its skull. The bone structure fell to the ground, lifeless. The other skeletons accepted Boddah as a peer, and let out dry cackles at the fate of the other.

Once again, the villager was forced to run to the threshold of the crypt, as Boddah left the skeletons to their business. The villager lost track of Boddah at this time, and returned to the skeletons for a closer look at the boy's body. He now knew he could maim the skeletons as Boddah had. He approached the hallway, and turned in with his blade sheathed. Instead of two skeletons, the villager was greeted by a stone turtle. The turtle knocked the man over and pinned his arms to the ground with its fore legs.

The man's arms were held so tightly, he could not move, so no weapon was drawn against the beast. The turtle with its massive shell was heavy enough to crush the man's arms, but merely held him. Just when the man thought no worse could be done to him, Boddah appeared from the darkness at the man's head. Boddah asked why the man had been following him. The villager explained how Alera sent him to discover what rituals were being performed; Boddah was not impressed.

Boddah surprisingly, told the man the name of the ritual; Mortuus Citatio. Boddah proceeded to tell him that everything that had performed this ceremony upon it could later be summoned and called upon to fight for the summoner, in Undead form. All of the beings that Boddah had practiced this ceremony on, or had overseen this practice on, would later return and serve him.

The man's mind was putting the pieces of the puzzle together, when Boddah looked at the turtle and pointed quickly at the helpless lifeform lying under the its legs. The turtle let out a grunt, and leaned all its weight on the man's arms. Boddah relished in the sound of crushing bone and screams, all absorbed by the thick silence that surrounded them. The man begged and pleaded for mercy. Boddah's only gave one response; he told the man that he would see him at a later time. The man was trying to figure out what was meant by this statement, as the colossal turtle lifted its left leg to smash the man's skull. Once again, Boddah was delighted with the sounds, but knew he had work to do. Boddah told the turtle to leave; it was time to perform another Mortuus Citatio...

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Boddah, having taken his first human with Mortuus Citatio, knew that in this, lay his future. No more petty turtles and wolves. Humans! Humans were what made armies of the living, and to challenge them, he would need the same. Boddah wanted to be able to roam freely, and not be labeled a murderer, so he started performing the ritual on only the travellers that would be killed by the Undead that occupied the tomb. Boddah took in many beings this way, but they were not enough to quench his needs.

Boddah would return to the stone turtle on the second floor of the tomb to study it, to see what was keeping it alive. He had made many observations, but no conclusions. By this time, the Nightwishes on the third floor had begun to accept him, but he was not strong enough to fend off the ones that did not. The tomb had become Boddah's free realm, his home, and he treated it as such. There was a stairset to go below the third floor, but he did not feel welcome there. Anyone found harming zombies was usually scolded and chased out. Anyone Boddah knew he stood no chance against, found the other Undead being ordered upon them.

When Boddah was sure that he was not accepting enough souls into his collection, Boddah was forced to kill for them. Boddah would sneak into town late at night, and anyone found outside after dark, would be Boddah's prey. His first night, he found a small boy who had snuck outside one night, to pretend that he was a hunter. The boy was attacking imaginary lions with a wooden sword by his home. Boddah watched from the darkness, and when the boy looked away from his direction, Boddah pounced. He grabbed the child by the mouth, to muffle screams, and by the neck with his arm, to pull him back into the darkness. A sound of raw electricity and the short scream of a child was lost amongst the dreaming residents of Hope. Horrified villagers would wake up only to find a scorched corpse of a child, taken by the evil ritual.

The villagers were still oblivious to the fact that Boddah was performing the ritual, primarily because he hadn't been seen in town for weeks. The village men had sworn that when the killer was found, he would be hanged. This did not stop Boddah. He would return to town the next night, for another person. This night, he was not so lucky as to find someone outside. Boddah knocked on the window of a house, then walked to the door. As the resident asked the name of the beckoner, Boddah merely said that he had an urgent message. The door swung open, and Boddah stabbed forward with a dagger the zombies had given him. It found its way into the abdomen of a young Akarrian woman. She looked at Boddah with a visage of despair, and dropped to the ground. Boddah hurried with his ceremony, and smiled at another job well done.

As Boddah turned to leave, he was greeted by a large built man, bearing a club and a torch. The man hit Boddah once in the leg, crushing his kneecap, then once on the head. Boddah was not unconscious, but had given up on getting away; with his broken leg and concussion, this was nearly impossible. Boddah was imprisoned in a cage in the middle of town, and his captor watched him through the night. The man would poke at Boddah with his blade, and spit at him, laughing.

In the morning, villagers crowded around the cage, spitting at Boddah, and cursing at him. Strong men set up a make-shift gallows to hang Boddah on, as Nicholas proudly tied the noose. Boddah was walked onto the platform, through a hail of fists and feet from the crowd. Boddah willingly allowed the noose around his neck, and stood on the platform. As the door below him was to be opened from under Boddah's feet, villagers on the outside of the crowd screamed in horror. Undead beasts were wandering into town. Zombies of lions and worgs stormed into town, accompanied by Nightwishes. Boddah was able to get his hands free, and remove the noose in the chaos. Boddah used the rope that was bounded his hands to grab his captor, and put his neck in the noose. Boddah pulled the lever, and the man dropped to his death.

The zombies raided the town for hours, killing and stealing from the homes. Boddah ran around the town and performed a total of 27 Mortuus Citatio rituals; the first of which, was his captor. Boddah's masses were growing, but the Undead that saved him were not his own. Who had sent these messengers of mercy? Boddah had narrowly escaped death, but this would not change his ways.

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From this moment on, Boddah had a new found respect for his Undead companions. Not only would he kill for them, they would kill for him. He was still puzzled, however, of what sent the Undead that saved him, because he knew that he hadn't killed any lions or worgs to take in. The Undead had been sent by someone else...

Boddah was forced to reside permanently in the tomb on the peninsula, or he would be killed by the remaining townspeople; there were many less because of the massacre the Undead had brought. Boddah slept in a corner of a room on the second floor of the crypt, guarded by skeleton hounds. He would emerge from this lair occasionally, again, to get food.

Boddah and Poof had begun talking again, and with Poof's improved strength, he and Boddah ventured into the third floor of the tomb. Boddah warned Poof of the Nightwishes, and their blood curdling screeches. No Nightwishes ever seemed to welcome Boddah, save for the ones that rescued him in town. They ventured down the stairs, Poof holding his blade and a candle, Boddah holding his trusty oak staff.

They found one Nightwish, the same Nightwish that Boddah had encountered on his first journey in. Poof wielded his sword, as Boddah sent bolts of electricity at the being. When it was defeated, Poof saw that it had dropped a small golden object. Poof picked it up; it was a ring. Poof pocketed the trinket, and they continued into the tomb. Greeted by skeleton fighters, that did not recognize Boddah, once again they wielded their strengths.

After passing these disgruntled Undead, they came upon another, larger group guarding a staircase. Poof and Boddah ran at first, from the persuing Nightwish, but then realized that they would have no trouble with the clique. The bones of the last skeleton fell to the ground, as Boddah began to scale the stairs. He held a candle high into the air, and saw what appeared to be a male Nightwish. He was dressed in fine linens, and had a look about him that suggested shame and sadness.

Poof charged down the stairs, wide eyed. He dropped a candle, so he could bear a shield, dre his sword, and ran at the haunt. Poof, upon striking the beast, was knocked to the ground, and dissapeared, taken by the obelisk's magics. Boddah could not move. He did not wear the boyish smile that he had when he met a zombie. He did not giggle when it approached him. He did not feel welcome.

The phantasm spoke to Boddah in a raspy, old voice, telling him that he had overstayed his welcome in its tomb. The being told Boddah that he had converted its minions to cherish him. And with that, the wraith raised its scepter high into the air, and summoned a mass of Nightwishes to take him.

Boddah awoke to the crash of waves on the shore; he was by the obelisk outside the tomb. The waves pushed and pulled at his garments as he sat up, wondering how long he'd been there. Boddah returned to the entrance of the tomb, and stepped up to the threshold. He could not go in. He tried and tried, but something deep in his mind would not let him. He would step up to the door, but feel nauseatied and light headed as he tried to step in. He did not feel welcome.

Boddah had been banished from his home. The Undead that befriended him, and guarded him, had been taken away. Stolen from him. He had been betrayed. Boddah spent years wandering the lands, only doing enough to stay alive. He and Poof would meet to hunt or reminisce occasionally, but other than this, Boddah did nothing. Nothing but wander. During this time, he never returned to Hope. He did not feel welcome.

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Boddah wandered, aimlessly, until he found himself unable to carry on. He attempted to wander back in the direction of his original home, Hope, only to find himself terribly lost. He found, in his wander, a dirty little man, accompanied with an enchanted tree-being. The man was short, and slouched his shoulders. He had beady eyes, and a high-pitched, nasal voice. The man told Boddah that his name was Marvin. Boddah pleaded for directions to Hope. Marvin told Boddah to talk to his wooden companion, Humbletwig. The ent mumbled in an odd language, that intrested Boddah. He returned to Marvin only to beg again for direction. Marvin told Boddah to head through the southern marshes, and follow the eastern shore. Without so much as a thank you, Boddah departed.

Boddah followed the shores, having to kill many crocodiles on the way. He took their skin, because Marvin mentioned a need for Crocodile Boots, in exchange for information about Humbletwig's speech. Boddah arrived at the Rimsin Stronghold, and knew that he would be in town in a matter of days. Upon his arrival, he walked cautiously into town. No one seemed to remember him from his period as a murderer, for which Boddah was thankful. He walked to Wynn, and purchased a horse, which he had longed for when searching for Hope. The only horse she had at the time was an old, withered horse, with a white coat, and sullen brown eyes. Boddah seemed to pity the animal, and accepted. Boddah gave the animal a seemingly fitting name, Mortuus.

Boddah proceeded to have Crocodile Boots crafted for Marvin, and then set back out with his new companion. Marvin loved the boots, but saw Boddah's curiosity as a weakness. Marvin asked for a fiery red gem. Luckily for Boddah, who was becoming impatient, he still had one from a venture to a cave with Poof. Marvin looked a bit discouraged, but stuck to his word, surprisingly. Marvin taught Boddah the tongue of his entish friend. Boddah listened contently, as his horse sat impatiently. After three days, Boddah could speak in full, yet choppy sentences to Humbletwig. Boddah conversed with Humbletwig for three more days, before departing back to Hope.

Boddah decided that after so many years of solitude, the Phantasm in the tomb would have forgiven him. He returned to the entrance, and hopped off his mount. Boddah sat his trusty gloomshredder staff, that he had crafted on his trek, by his horse. He held only a dagger and an ancient candle that a zombie had given to him many years ago. He tried to enter, but felt a terrible chill come over him as he did. He, to his surprise, stepped through the threshold. He looked around in amazement. As Boddah was rejoicing, the ghastly male figure appeared in front of him. It reiterated its statements from before, but instead of removing Boddah, vanished from sight. Boddah gazed down the hall way, and heard Undeads' footsteps. Boddah gleefully went to inspect.

Boddah approached the zombies, and threw his arms up with joy. The zombies, however, did not seem as pleased. They charged Boddah, and began beating him. Boddah did not fight back, but crouched down to the ground and seemed to give up all hope. As the blows continued, Boddah burst up through the zombies, knocking all but one to the ground. Boddah took his dagger firmly in his hand, and raised it high into the air. As the zombie raised its arms in defense, Boddah thrust the dagger down. It found its target. As Boddah removed the dagger from his abdomen, the surrounding zombies all shared a look of confusion. Boddah help the dagger up to his throat, and swung it to the side. He collapsed, bleeding profusely from his abdomen and throat. The zombies surrounded him.

Boddah once again, awoke on the northernmost shore of the peninsula. He was soaking wet, and freezing cold. He found, that he had been lying face down in the water. He wondered how long he had been lying like this; it seemed unnatural. Boddah arose, and returned to the tomb entrance. He entered, not feeling the same sudden chill. For some odd reason, he felt welcome. He walked to where he had been beaten by the zombies, and to his surprise, found an enormous stone turtle...

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Boddah was caught extremely off guard by the beast. As he stumbled upon it, he jumped back, falling to the ground. The creature grunted, and stepped slowly towards Boddah. It snorted again, turned away, then walked off into the darkness. One of the zombies that had beaten Boddah was now holding his own dagger against him. Boddah was disheartened because he knew that these zombies did not remember him. The zombie swung the dagger at Boddah, and cut him across the chest.

Boddah ran out of the tomb to his horse, and to get his staff. Boddah did not want to return to have what were once his friends attack him. He stroked his horse, who seemed to be nervous. Boddah examined his wound. One strange thing Boddah noticed was that he was not bleeding from the huge gash across his chest...

Boddah sat against a tree to think about what had happened. He couldn't remember much of the zombies' attack, or his suicide, but everything after the obelisk stuck in his mind. After hours of thinking, he had concluded that there was only one reason all of these things could be happening to him. Lying face down in water, always feeling cold, not bleeding, it all made sense now! Boddah had become what he thought was impossible. He had become an Undead.

Oddly, it was around this time that Boddah developed an uncharacteristic desire for human interaction. He wanted to talk to people who would respond, he wanted to be with living people. Boddah went to the person that Boddah was least likely to interact with, Cannibal, to inquire about acception into his clan. Cannibal was, in Boddah's eyes, a neanderthal savage that should never have been trusted with a blade, but was his only hope of acceptance into his prestigious guild.

The clan's prestige was the reason Boddah chose it over other possible clans. Most members seemed to be refined, and well mannered, which was a necessity to Boddah; he did not want to be associated with 'imbeciles and savages', as he would call them. Boddah, after waiting a few weeks, was accepted, and became part of the Brotherhood Of Loyalty.

Boddah's stay in the Brotherhood did not last long, however, because he felt insignificant being under the power of a living human. Boddah, instead, decided to interact with his old friend Poof, who had decided to become an executioner in trade. Upon hearing this, Boddah explained to Poof about his rituals, never looking up from the ground as he did. Instead of turning away in disgust, as Boddah thought he would, Poof seemed to be ecstatic. Poof suggested that everyone that he would execute should be contracted into Boddah's waiting army, and that they should, together, be the generals of it. Boddah would not be constricted by rulers, but he could be one.

Boddah and Poof happily dreamt of the day that they could make their army noticable amongst the clans that ruled over the lands. Boddah hoped that someday Undead could walk amongst the humans, taunt them, and ruthlessly slay them as he had seen done to his zombie friends so many times. Boddah and Poof, friends since childhood, were now united in their desire for death.

As they hunted to prepare for their faction of Undead, Boddah gave Poof spare money to buy Poof a much needed suit of magical armor. They hunted, always with their clan in mind. As they were fleeing from an unexpectedly large group of attackers, Boddah's horse collapsed. It was still alive, but it wouldn't be for long. Boddah did not show any signs of emotion, but instead, began breaking its legs so he could put them to the side and bury them. The beast whimpered and cried, but Boddah coldly proceeded to cover it in dying flowers; it would die soon, no point in waiting around for it.

Poof and Boddah continued their hunt, picking up small weapons and armors to arm their coming clan with. What would they care if they would be well armed, or well protected. They would be dead. Poof and Boddah filled their packs, and then returned to where Boddah had done the ritual, to see if the turtle had come yet. Instead of finding a gargantuan stone turtle in the place of the horse, they just found a horse. But this horse did not have broken legs, and did not have the same speckled white coat, nor was it lying on the ground partially buried.

This horse was standing and grunting, and had a pitch black, tattered coat. The horse seemed to be alive, which unnerved Boddah, until Boddah examined its face. There was a section of flesh where the horse's eye should have been, that was completely missing, no eye, just exposed skull. Boddah knew this was the same Mortuus that had collapsed earlier, just better. Undead. He knew that he would have to get the horse a mask to cover its face, or the villagers would once again, put a price on Boddah's head, for necromancy. Boddah was very pleased with himself as he rode off to town with Poof trailing close behind.
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PostPosted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 4:14 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

i have been reading for sometime now:P and what i have been reading is good=) Keep it up:=) but i got 1 question. how the hell do u manage to write so long??Razz
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PostPosted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 7:32 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

I second that question.
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PostPosted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 8:29 pm    Post subject: Hehe Reply with quote

This is my old story from the Akarra forums, just collected into a whole. If you check there, you will see that I wrote the different sections over an extended period of time. Hehe.
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PostPosted: Mon Jan 10, 2005 8:31 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Ahaa. I remember now. Still..
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 3:54 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

probably in the same manner that I post long posts. I get rambling on about something, and next thing I know, 30 minutes has gone by and I have a small novel. =) Good reading Boddah, I'll have to finish it on the weekend when I have more time to give.
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PostPosted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 10:42 pm    Post subject: nice Reply with quote

i remember this story malaro gave it to me to read at school its cool but i remember you said there oulld be a sequil
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PostPosted: Tue May 24, 2005 10:06 pm    Post subject: oh Reply with quote

that's a nice story looks like it could go farther.
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