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 Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:01 am
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map ...of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:05 am
Draydrigo It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map ...helllooo....i made a new post continuing the story...
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:05 am
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map ...of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put
@ Serenity_Moon1
If you don't mind please, only five words at a time.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:12 am
athena177 It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map ...of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put
@ Serenity_Moon1
If you don't mind please, only five words at a time. oops srry i forgot....i read the rules i just forgot i wont forget again...
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:13 am
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map ...of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put it in his pocket...
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:23 am
anyone going to add anything else? where is everyone?
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:49 am
Not everyone is on at the same time
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map ...of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put it in his pocket but he heard a noise...
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 2:54 pm
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put it in his pocket but he heard a noise of the Fallesses' screeches. They...
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 9:04 am
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put it in his pocket but he heard a noise of the Fallesses' screeches. They reminded him of the day
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:31 am
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put it in his pocket but he heard a noise of the Fallesses' screeches. They reminded him of the day he last saw his friend
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 11:34 am
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put it in his pocket but he heard a noise of the Fallesses' screeches. They reminded him of the day he last saw his friend, it had been raining and
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 12:34 pm
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put it in his pocket but he heard a noise of the Fallesses' screeches. They reminded him of the day he last saw his friend, it had been raining and he had just been mugged
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 12:35 pm
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put it in his pocket but he heard a noise of the Fallesses' screeches. They reminded him of the day he last saw his friend, it had been raining and cold. He ducked to avoid...
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 12:49 pm
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put it in his pocket but he heard a noise of the Fallesses' screeches. They reminded him of the day he last saw his friend, it had been raining and cold. He ducked to avoid a bullet that went through
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 1:04 pm
It was a dark and regal library. The musty smell wafted around in the air as if guided by a ghost. The candles flickered and the sounds of crows was eerie. The moonlight filtered through the trees and the floor was creaky and falling apart. He was looking for a certain book that could do what he was told by his father- resurrect Zorph The Morph who was able to unleash fierce and unholy plagues upon humankind or on humankind's enemies. He wandered through the old bookcases checking each book's contents, there were millions of them and he would need help from his best friend Zephyrus, he wished he was there but he got murdered on the 13th of last month. With no other choice he resigned to his fate of asking his annoying neighbor who was a convected ***** and a gossip. This book wasn't special looking, rather it looked plebean and worn around the spine with signatures close to unraveling. When he opened the decrepit book a piece of parchment fell out to the ground. It was addressed to Mister Lancaster. It was falling appart, and had harshly faded ink. Dirk held the parchment to examine it and gasped when he noticed on the left there was a mark he had seen before in an atlas. It was a map of where a witch lived that could help him out with resurrecting Zorph The Morph. He took it and put it in his pocket but he heard a noise of the Fallesses' screeches. They reminded him of the day he last saw his friend, it had been raining and cold. He ducked to avoid a bullet that went through his sleeve. He ran through...
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