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Spiderman PajamasIt was a typical stormy day.Spiderman Pajamas
It was a typical stormy day, in a typical little city.
There was a typical little family in that typical little house in the typical little city.
In this typical little house, a typical little boy sat in his bedroom. He stared at the storm through the window, watching as the lightning spontaneously lit the room. Flash! Then it was gone. With each flash that flickered by, the boy flinched. In his arms, he clutched a stuffed animal. It was a very important object to the boy, and on nights like tonight, he clung to it closely. It was of a snake - a simple brown snake. Unconventi
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The ForbiddenIn this world, there are things people would rather not speak of. Taboos of all kinds strike fear in the hearts of the ignorant, and hatred in the eyes of the devout. Those curious dare not dabble in their mystery, and those who are found intolerant deny their very existence. To the gifted, they inspire concern, and to the dense, they instill awe. Only the ones who play into in such forbidden lore can understand its full worth. In this world, there are things many people will just never understand…The Forbidden
Caelum is one of those things.
The foreboding tickle of dusk shrouds the empty little park, casting long shadows wi
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Silver's StoryHundreds of years ago, there was a war among the world. A huge war… a terrific war. And in this time of war was born an mamillian-fox girl. They called her Meiku… why Meiku? Meiku was their word for silver… and indeed, the fox was silver. She was a beauty… yet an outcast. Her very blood, flowing silver, made her apart from the people she was born to…Silver's Story
She hated the war. She hated everything to do with it. Death, destruction… mess, carnage. It wasn’t her kind of game. She was a careful and kind hearted being inside. But one day, this would all change. Her hatred of war changed into a hatred for o
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AnathemaBleeding. Crying. Dying.Anathema
Running. Falling. Screaming.
Once peaceable, the Elven glade of Kiriinoor stood burning from crusade. Children held close, mothers fled quickly into the nearby forests, begging for relief from their burns. Panic ensued as one after another home broke into ashes. Soldiers and makeshift warriors stood tall, holding their ground. One by one they fell, dying to protect the only life they’d ever known. Those of a magical calling pressed back as hard as they could, trying in vain to extinguish both lives and flame. Piece by piece, the passive village fell to its attackers. &n
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- Current Residence: Hobart, Indiana (USA!)
- Favourite band or musician: Rush
- Favourite style of art: Traditional
- MP3 player of choice: Zune
- Favourite game: Tales of Symphonia (GC)
- Favourite gaming platform: Super Nintendo
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