07-23-2002, 12:42 PM
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Join Date: Mar 2001
Location: The Freelove Freeway
Posts: 3,123
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A rifle hits the ground. A slashed man falls to the ground, next to his firearm. A man standing in front of the rifleman, on a cliff ledge, looks out onto the town, bloody glaive in hand. A breeze blows, and the mans cloak can be seen in the moonlight, with a hole near the the end of the fabric. |
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