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Started by Ungatt Trunn, December 13, 2014, 08:09:35 PM

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Søren

*bumps Ungatt for double posting*


I'm retired from the forum

Lady Ashenwyte

*Bump* *Double bump* *Triple Bump*
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Ungatt Trunn


Life is too short to rush through it.

Søren



I'm retired from the forum

Ungatt Trunn


Life is too short to rush through it.

Søren



I'm retired from the forum

Ungatt Trunn

*Shoves Soren into next week*

Life is too short to rush through it.

Delthion

NOOOO!!!! IT HAS REACHED THE SECOND PAGE!!! OUR QUEST HAS FAILED!!! *Sob sob.* :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Ungatt Trunn

Well then, let us keep it on the first page for the rest of our lifes!

Life is too short to rush through it.

Delthion

Yes, a valiant and noble task, we must do it, forever!
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Ungatt Trunn


Life is too short to rush through it.

Delthion

Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Ungatt Trunn


Life is too short to rush through it.

Delthion

Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Lady Ashenwyte

The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.