The door creaked open.
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Tue 15 Apr 2008, 12:43,
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Several men entered, dragging a large drawstring bag between them.The bag was obviously full, and full of a person. Occasionally one of the men would kick it, and a small mewling cry would be heard, but only for a second.
Whoever was in that bag, they obviously had been here long enough to learn that crying gets you nowhere.
(Whoever was in that bag, they obviously had been here long enough to learn that crying gets you nowhere.
Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous,
Tue 15 Apr 2008, 12:47,
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Suddenly, one of the men cried out in painA sharp blade protuded from the bag, quivering. AS the crying continued, the blade suddenly danced into action.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Tue 15 Apr 2008, 12:50,
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'You fucking little bitch'Snarled Kaspar, curling his top lip. He strode over to the bag and launched his para boot-clad size 13 foot into it with such ferocity that the wet thump that followed was hardly suprising. Again and again he kicked, muttering in Russian and never breaking a sweat.
He turned.
'Shall we continue? Men, another one of our guests will be needed.'
edit: right, I'm back off to work.
(He turned.
'Shall we continue? Men, another one of our guests will be needed.'
edit: right, I'm back off to work.
Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous,
Tue 15 Apr 2008, 12:52,
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