Fight 2: GabrielThe ground was cold, and a bit of wool and the tanned hide of a spring buck tied to some sticks did little to change that. Being asleep in the encampment was barely so as not only did the cold bite at your back as you lay, but the muttering and various snorts and snores of the multitude of soldiers around you did little to lull one into dreams. Gabriel felt a familiar gnaw at his gut, one he had felt once a day as far back as he could remember. He may have been forced to sleep with his men, but he wasn't about to use the same latrine.Fight 2: Gabriel
He wasn't about to stay in the woods all night, so the lumbering fellow simply slipped his boots
Fight 1: JacobJacob flicked up his wrist lazily and the watch in turn lazily flicked up into his line of sight. He already knew the time. Five twenty-two. He did this everyday, like some ritual that had to be done or else the day would never end. And every day, he got the same response from his cheap little watch. Five twenty-two. Eight more minutes until he escaped this cubicle. He almost chuckled. There really wasn't any escape, he'd be here tomorrow. He was always there, it seemed. Weekends were blurs of nothing, they came and past. But he was really always here. Even his dreams were full of this dour place. In four minutes Ron would come and begin to eFight 1: Jacob
The Quest of Autofellatio
Suffering
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Frustrated Colorist / artist hahahaha
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I have a large carrot.
If my spelling is wrong i dont want to be right.
Dont click this [link]
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I have a large carrot.
If my spelling is wrong i dont want to be right.
Dont click this [link]
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I want to ride my bicycle!
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Life is so brilliantly absurd....
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I want to ride my bicycle!
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Life is so brilliantly absurd....
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i have no sig...
go along with your lives
That's awesome.
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Life is so brilliantly absurd....
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Life is so brilliantly absurd....
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