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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\"         Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Picked it up on a whim, and beat the first part of it.
Garbage. Cool; I unload about 2 clips killing some huge parasite motherfucker, and now I have no ammo to kill the 6 other creatures after me. Fantastic. I completely ignore the partner, since it's unbelievably worthless. Game's not even intuitive. It's more of an action game than a survival horror game, and with the fast pace of most of it, the tank-like control scheme does not fit. At all. I can't sidle the wall and peek around to fire a few shots, I can't move while aiming, I can't strafe unless I walk (and walking goes about as fast as trudging through 3 feet of mashed potatoes), and what the fuck is with the 9 slot inventory? Garbage, garbage, garbage. Completely wasted my money on this. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Read through the whole thread.
Oh, I am... so very angry right now, that all I can see is a shade of red. Something(s) needs to die. Badly. And soon. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Majestic, ivory spires reached towards the multicolored evening sky over the floating city of Dalaran, laced with reds, violets, oranges, and blues, pockmarked with wispy clouds that hung lazily overhead. The coral colored cobblestones of the sprawling city, winding in between shops and places of commerce all eventually lead to the The Violet Hold, the main base of operations for the Mage council, the Kirin Tor. Inside the structure, the ceiling seemed miles away from the floor, and the layout almost looked like that of a cathedral with winding staircases, endless shelves of books, plants in flowerpots that hovered several feet above the floor, and a number of various men and women of multiple races in violet and white robes hurrying off to their next research task, books and artifacts in hand.
On the top floor, the leader of the Kirin Tor, a human man named Rhonin, stared into the eyes of the human king Varian Wrynn, as the king himself had a scowl on his face as his glare pierced the eyes of the warchief Thrall of the Orcs, both men representing their respective factions of the Alliance and the Horde. Thrall's eyes were fixated on the blond mage Rhonin, who scratched his beard in deep thought. "King Varian, you have to understand. An allegiance with the Horde and Alliance is necessary for the situation. Thrall, you are willing to set past trifles aside for the sake of preventing another global disaster, are you not?" Rhonin questioned pleadingly, as his robed advisers behind him glanced to and fro everyone in the room, fearing another outburst from the hot-headed king. "I am willing to forge ahead and rally my people to the cause, but I cannot be held responsible for the king himself, nor his actions. Lord Wrynn, you are not making a good impression for your fellow pinkskins," Thrall answered nonchalantly, as Wrynn's eyes widened, his blue and white plate mail clinking with his physical reaction to Thrall's words. 'How dare you! We've had to put up with the Horde's constant attacks since the beginning of time! How do you expect me to-" He was cut off by Rhonin. "And who do you think led us to war in the first place, King Wrynn? Certainly not the Horde. It was Deathwing's doing in the first place. You are aware of his reshaping of the land many ages ago, are you not?" Wrynn settled himself and relaxed a bit after shooting an evil glance at Thrall, who glared back, "Yes, Rhonin. I know Deathwing was once known as Neltharion the Earth-Warder, and after the Old Gods invaded his mind somehow, he craved power, and sought to take over the world," Wrynn explained to himself. "After amassing great power, Neltharion gave himself the name Deathwing after he betrayed his fellow Dragons, then with his newfound strength, reshaped the planet itself so that various races would go to war with each other. Nasty business, but cunning nonetheless," Thrall added. "Create internal strife between threatening races, then mow them all down while they're busy warring with each other. Quite the plot." Rhonin clasped his hands behind his back and paced the room. "Deathwing was eventually tricked, temporarily weakened, and sealed away in a prison in the mountains, thanks to the next, and current leader of the Dragons, Alexstrasza of the Red Dragons. However, I'm not sure if we can rely on her aid in this little quest of ours; she's still shaken up over the ordeal she had with her brother not long ago... Unfortunate, but necessary." Thrall stood up and stared at Rhonin with determination in his blue eyes. "That's not important. What matters now is the fact that Deathwing escaped, and fled. I hear that you have personally drafted some exceptionally seasoned warriors and adventurers of both factions who know the lay of the land to hunt down and slay this monster." A smile crept across Rhonin's thin lips, as he looked out the window to the city below. "That's right, Thrall. They should be arriving any minute, now." |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Plunder the secrets of the Old Gods, adventurers! Ulduar has arrived!
WoW's new big raid, Ulduar, ramps up the difficulty to new, ridiculous heights, with equally amazing rewards. Demanding at least 10+ hours to clear, Ulduar is one of the hardest raids to date. I've tried the 10-man version of this from both a healing and a dps perspective. It is intense. Anyone else try it yet? |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| All three men, as well as the consorts of Rhonin turned to look into the eyes of the paladin. Rhonin smiled cheerily, as he turned his attention to Dveris.
"No, it is we who are honored to have such a talented soldier of the Light among us once more. There's no need for formal speech with us, Dveris; you've earned the right of casual speech in our presence, my friend," Rhonin stated with praise in his voice as he laid a hand upon the paladin's shoulder. Thrall looked intrigued. "Dveris... The name's certainly familiar. I've heard murmurs of a paladin within Stormwind's ranks that slew a countless number of Scourge during the war in Icecrown. Is this he?" Thrall asked King Varian Wrynn, who, after averting his gaze from Dveris, shot a typical glare at Thrall. "That is indeed our best Paladin. Even I was unaware he'd be joining the hunt. It's an honor to see you in good health, Dveris," Varian complimented, as he smirked towards his loyal soldier. "Have you brought friends with you, Dveris?" Rhonin questioned, expecting a positive answer. _____________________________ "My Lady Jaina! You're rather late, I see. The preparations are already beginning, ma'am," the stammering Violet Hold guard sputtered at the beautiful blonde human mage from Theramore who had teleported into the Hold mere seconds ago. She blushed and smiled in embarrassment, and bowed at the guard. "I'm terribly sorry, there was important business to attend to," Jaina Proudmoore replied with a bashful chuckle in her voice. "I know; as a leading member of the Kirin Tor, punctuality is key. I'll be heading up there shortly." Jaina, the single most powerful sorceress on Azeroth, was a quiet, reserved woman, almost innocent in nature. Staying out of combat unless it's absolutely necessary, Jaina is an intelligent, dignified woman. There was a few knocks, then the slamming of heavy wood against marble, as the doors of the Violet Hold swung open, revealing three shadowy figures, silhouetted by the light outside, one very large, the second smaller, and the third, lanky and smallest of all three. "Where is Rhonin? We are here to seek audience with him!" barked a gruff, gravely voice; the voice of an orc. "Calm yourself, Steelshatter. There will be a time for shouting later," retorted the deep, mellow, baritone voice of a Tauren, as the trio moved closer into the building revealing themselves fully. "I didn't think I'd have to come back here again... The stench of war is all-consuming in this city lately," came a quiet, delicate female voice, as the blue lips of the Undead mage voiced their opinions. "Funny; when I think of stenches, I think of your people, Analyne!" the orc half-joked with a hearty guffaw, as Analyne forced a weak smile and a chuckle to match, as her sad eyes met the floor while the three proceeded. The orc caught sight of the human Jaina, and his eyes widened. "Jaina... Jaina Proudmoore?! Does... Thrall know you're here?" he asked with caution. She responded with a shake of the head. "No, I just arrived here. You three must be here to speak with Rhonin about the dragon hunt. Go on up, I'll follow you shortly," Jaina responded as the orc, Steelshatter bowed graciously. He motioned to the tremendous Tauren behind him. "Agalo, you take the lead. I'll bring up the rear. If King Varian Wrynn is here, we can expect some confrontations, to say the least," Steelshatter stated as his eyes narrowed and got in position behind Analyne, who nodded as she pulled out her ornate staff from behind her back and brandished it as though she was attacking something before using it as a walking staff as they moved up the stairs. (Last edited by Raoh on 04-27-09 03:22 AM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| The Horde trio creaked the door to the audience room open slowly, in great contrast to their boisterous entrance to the Keep itself, and as they glanced about, all heads turned toward them, Wrynn bolted out of his seat, upright, and a look of anger spread across his face. Rhonin had noticed this, and acted.
"King Wrynn, In order for this assault to work, Horde and Alliance need to band together as heroes. Be thankful it is not as armies," Rhonin spoke smoothly with a smile across his face, as the Horde trio looked about the room. Thrall ever so badly wanted to say to Wrynn, with a smug look, 'Horde heroes outnumbering your Alliance friends three to one? How does it feel to command a conglomeration of cowards?' but held his tongue as to not instigate anymore outbursts. The Orc spoke for all three of them, the Undead being particularly shy, especially around her former people, and the Tauren merely observing before acting. "Rhonin; we are here on behalf of the Warchief, and of the Horde itself. I am Rokhar Steelshatter, veteran of several wars, and hero of Orgrimmar. The Tauren is Agalo Stormhoof, a Shaman of Thunderbluff, and to my left is the exceedingly adept mage, Analyne Stevens, and we will lend our strength to your cause," Rokhar declared with a bow. "It is an honor to be in your presence, my illustrious Warchief," he praised, looking dead at Thrall, while Wrynn sat back in his seat, legs crossed, with a discouraged look on his face. Rhonin's blonde hair sparkled with his eyes. It was all coming together. Only moments afterward, three more people arrived. Different people. As the door lazily swung open again, two tall figures appeared, those of night elves, and one shorter one, that of a human. Wrynn felt a semi-triumphant smirk worm its way across his lips as the balance in factions shifted to his favor; four against three. Again, Rhonin eyed the trio up and down, and drew a conclusion. "Let me guess. The Night Elves are Nilanos and Arilene, and the human would be Athyn, correct?" he inquired hopefully, extending a hand out in friendship to the obviously disgruntled male Elf, who seemed obvious that he'd rather not be present. Analyne held no feelings either way, hatred or reverence for them, while Rokhar bit his lip, knowing he'd have to endure a tumultuous friendship, at best. Agalo eyed the Elves up and down, and smiled to himself. He and his people had great respect for the Night Elves, as the Taurens and they shared similar feelings about life, the planet, and its creatures. Wrynn squirmed. There was a flash of light, concentrated in the far corner of the room, and with the ambient sound of cascading magic, whose howl resembled a windstorm, Jaina appeared before the increasingly large audience that had gathered. "I apologize for my late arrival, Sir Rhonin. I've been gathering last minute intelligence on Deathwing's whereabou-" She stopped herself, her eyes meeting Thrall's. "Thrall... I didn't know you'd be here, as well, but I should have figured. The Horde needs a representative here, after all." Thrall looked at her lazily, almost not seeming to care. "I am merely doing my part to ensure the survival of life on Azeroth. Believe it or not, Jaina, there are a few pinkskins I'd rather not see dead," he replied, before sneering at Wrynn, who covered his face with his palm to mask his frustration. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Rhonin smiled faintly at the arachnid in the chamber. While not a fan of creatures in the antechamber, he wasn't perturbed. This was a matter of grave importance, and rules were meant to be broken in certain situations.
"I understand, huntress. Now then, since I believe everyone is present for the information, I will allow Lady Proudmoore her chance to speak with you. Yes, as Arilene asked, I too, am interested to hear this intelligence on Deathwing you seem to have." Jaina cleared her throat and bowed in his presence, and her gaze slowly met everyone's in the room. "Right, then. Adventurers, scouts from Theramore have done some reconnaissance around the Grim Batol, east of the city. The Red Dragons in the area, the likely jailers, or whatever you'd call them, are dead, and there is a large collapse in the area. We did not investigate inside the cave of the mountain where Deathwing is presumed to have been kept, however. That will be your job." Rhonin scratched his beard, intrigued. "I see. Very well then, I suppose we can go on this information as our first lead. Now then, down to business. I am the mage Rhonin, head of the Kirin Tor, for those of you who may not know. As we are all very well aware, Deathwing, once called Neltharion the Earth-Warder, has freed himself from his mountain prison, and his lack of sanity is likely persuading him to continue his wanton destruction of Azeroth as previously intended. Horde and Alliance alike, you must join forces. Your combined experience will be your greatest asset. The world is counting on you, adventurers." At this, Agalo spoke up, asking a question he knew the answer to, but others may have not. "Why send a small band of warriors in to do the deed, and not a battalion of soldiers?" "It is hard enough getting a few heroes of the factions together for a common cause as it is, much less armies. Also, an army would be a large target, and ill-equipped for fighting a monstrosity of such tremendous power. They'd be broiled within their armor within a matter of seconds," Rhonin replied simply as he looked the Tauren in the eyes, knowing his true intentions of asking the question in the first place. "Right, then. Dveris, I know you personally, thusly, I will entrust this to you," he declared as he reached into the pocket of his robe and revealed a softly glowing orb the size of a baseball which exuded a soft, green aura. "This mystical artifact will allow you to communicate with me as needed. Keep me informed of intelligence reports, as well as your findings. Jaina will not be joining you, as there is business in Theramore she must attend to. Are there any questions?" Rokhar, Analyne, and Agalo shook their heads slowly, almost in tandem, as though their thoughts were in sync with each other as they listened intently to Rhonin's closing statements. (Last edited by Raoh on 04-25-09 02:10 AM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Rokhar scowled, as Agalo shook his head despondently at the little creatures' antics. "Hey! Undead! Pinkskin! Shut your traps, or by Hellscream's Axe, I'll shut them for you! There's work to be done!" the Orc barked at the bickering newcomers. Rhonin closed his eyes in exasperation, and silently thanked the green-skinned warrior for attempting to break up the ruckus.
Rhonin noted Julius' observation. "The Lich King had an army, and a following. In order to match wits, many more people had to assemble to bring he and his legion down. Deathwing, as powerful as he is, shouldn't have much of an 'army', save for his brood of Black Dragons." He scowled at the sparks flying between the new people. "Settle down, all of you. It's time for us to begin our work. If you cannot learn to work together, I suggest you leave. If you do, then you alone can feel the guilt for not helping your comrades, save all of Azeroth from becoming nothing more than ash." Clearing his throat, Rhonin motioned to Jaina Proudmoore. "Lady Proudmoore, you may give the orders." The youthful blonde mage took a bow, and brushed her hair behind her ears. "Very well. I believe the first course of action is to investigate the Grim Batol itself, find any survivors of Alexstrasza's brood of Red Dragons, and see if you can't get any information. There's a good chance that Deathwing may have left some of his brood in his little cave, so be prepared." She glanced around the room now that things were settled, for the most part. "I will open a portal to Menethil Harbor. From there, head east, through the marshes, until you come to a small collection of mountains. That is the Grim Batol. Report to Rhonin via his orb of any information you might find. Good luck, adventurers. May Light bless you, and come back in one piece." Her hands began to glow as she raised them over her head, arcane magic channeling through her, and a large, soft sphere of light began to grow in front of her, and soon stabilize. Within it, one could see an exceedingly cloudy sky overlooking a shabby dock, salt marshes, and several buildings of a nondescript nature. Most mages can only open portals to major cities, but Jaina, the talented mage she is, could open a portal anywhere. Agalo slung his mace upon his shoulder with a grunt, and bowed in the presence of the mage before stepping through the portal, before waving everyone else on. Rokhar followed, determined and steadfast, and Analyne brought up their rear, keeping her head down as she nodded at Jaina before disappearing into the soft glow of the portal to Menthil Harbor. To the Grim Batol. (Last edited by Raoh on 04-27-09 03:35 AM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| The orc averted his stare from the priest in front of him.
"I'll keep that in mind, young man." Lightning flashed beneath the massive storm clouds, and the sun was nearly set, though no one was able to to tell where the sun was to begin with. The wood of the docks were soggy and even though they looked ready to collapse at any second, it was still covered with stacks of crates filled with weapons, armor, provisions, or anything else that needed transportation. A few drops of rain fell upon Agalo's muzzle, and he looked up to the sky. In no time at all, the heavens opened up, and a torrential downpour began, the Tauren merely scowling at the bad luck, while Rokhar didn't seem affected one way or the other. Analyne pulled her hood up over her head and didn't say a word. What's taking that paladin so long? Is he flying here himself? Rokhar thought, as he glanced about the harbor. His musings were interrupted by the gruff, heavy accent of a Dwarf. "Miserable night fer a stroll, eh?" The trio looked about, then finally a bit down in front of them. A short, stocky figure, whose hood obscured most of his face stood in front of the group, his clothing a motley combination of dark blues, grays, and blacks, his leather boots creaking the planks beneath his feet. "Thargas Stouthammer's the name. Don't ye worry, lads n' lasses. I've been sent from Theramore on orders o' Lady Proudmoore. Can't send ye out with nothin' but yehselves." The Dwarf looked about. Seven... There should be one more. "Yeh be missin' someone, already? By Bronzebeards, er... beard! Just a wee bit careless. Guess a crocolisk got 'im?" Analyne raised her head, the soft glow of her eyes illuminating the surroundings slightly more as the sun continued to set, until it was gone altogether. "No, he still has yet to come through. I shall wait for him here, if you like." The Dwarf seemed to motion toward her. "Yeh sure yeh don't mind, lassie?" She simply nodded. "Right-o. Follow me into the tavern, and I'll be gettin' yeh some supplies." Thargas set off towards the little collection of shabby looking buildings, the rain starting to pound even harder. Analyne propped herself on one of the crates cross legged as she watched everyone head off towards the tavern, noting which building it was. During the walk there, Agalo motioned towards Rokhar, silently. "She seems unusually depressed. Perhaps it's the fact that she's partially surrounded by hu-" Rokhar cut him off. "Just let her be. She gets like this, you know that. Give her some space." Agalo nodded. The rain punished Analyne's hood as if to reprimand her for choosing who her long-term allies were, and she brought her knees up to her chest and folded her arms across them, resting her face upon her forearms, watching the turbulent sea, lamenting the turbulent times. (Last edited by Raoh on 04-28-09 02:16 AM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| It was from a stand up comedian from over 9000 years ago.
Funny, but old.  |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| I hope Swine Flu mutates and kills off mankind.
No, seriously. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Analyne paused for a moment before averting her stare from the stormy waters of the harbor to the stalwart paladin before her. The soft glow of her eyes illuminated his face as she turned towards him, observing the tone of his skin, the warmth he undoubtedly felt inside him fueled by the fire of life, and she grew depressed knowing how she'd never feel that way ever again.
"Oh; they... They all went into the tavern... Over there. I'll, uh... I'll take you." She was apprehensive, and rightfully so. The last time she spoke with a human (disregarding Rhonin) was before her death. She scooted herself off the crates on the harbor and motioned for Dveris to follow her. "There was a Dwarven scout from Theramore here who's going to give us supplies and stuff for the trip. His name was Stouthammer. Thargas Stouthammer," she explained as she lead the human through the rain, holding her hood over her face. OOC: I'll get to the tavern scene once everyone else arrives, or when Thex decides to post, rofl |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Title says it all.
Sweet Home Alabama, Boulevard of Broken Dreams, Hey There Delilah. All three of those songs need to be erased from reality. Next time I hear them in a KFC or a Macy's, I'm going to kill something. Ok, your turn. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| A penguin was driving through the desert when her car broke down. She waddled to the nearest phone to call AAA. Her car was quickly towed to the nearest garage where the mechanic told her he would need a couple of hours to check things out. The penguin, being a good natured bird, didn't complain, and then wandered off to find the closest supermarket. She proceeded to the frozen foods section and hung out near the fish sticks. After a while she got into the freezer, next to the vanilla ice cream, and ate several gallons. Then she noticed the time and headed back to the garage, covered with ice cream. The mechanic walked over to her, wiping his hands and shaking his head, and said, "It looks like you blew a seal." Blushing, the penguin replied, "Oh no! It's just ice cream." | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Pokemon. Durrr.
Give us a 2 pointer. |
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