(@RBFesquireGood luck b3ta, was nice knowing you. So long.,
Tue 31 Oct 2006, 23:04,
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I looked into his icy blue eyes,
and could see into the depths of his soul. His gaze held me fast. I tried to look away but could not; as he stared at me with his accusing face and murky water. However, I also felt a sense of overwhelming sadness as I looked into his icy blue eyes. Into the depths of his soul.
Type something here then, about Fences and Badgers.
(Black MoonNot cracked, I'm all up to be.,
Tue 31 Oct 2006, 23:13,
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Okay.
I step backward from the fence and tripped over a suspicious looking badger. It was dressed in a dark coloured rain coat and had the collar turned up over his furry face. The room was full of them. I looked over toward the direction in which the creature was headed and saw that they had grouped in the far corner of the room. They had some form of guild, and the leader could immediately be seen. A dirty waistcoat adorned his body, and a cracked monocle framed one bead-like eye. Another member was lighting up a cigar whilst two additional ‘brothers’ were engaging in an arm wrestle, which actually looked very peculiar taking into context the length of a badger's arm.