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ghost_x360 Report | 12/25/2013 5:33 pm

Thnx for Buying biggrin

Garikun Report | 01/30/2011 12:38 am

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Stilmyst Report | 12/23/2010 8:39 pm

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ibanezgirl Report | 11/21/2010 6:45 pm

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Moonlit Masquerade Report | 11/21/2010 6:30 pm

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Moonlit Masquerade Report | 11/21/2010 5:33 pm

Hi,

Would you be willing to sell your Tomorgenne Maid for 40k? I'll send you the gold through trade.

Let me know.

Thanks!

BloodOath_6thBlackWing Report | 08/28/2010 5:04 am

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BloodOath_6thBlackWing Report | 08/28/2010 5:03 am

SHAT THIS IS HILARIOUS

Don't judge too quickly hilarious

BloodOath_6thBlackWing Report | 08/28/2010 5:01 am

btw I still have a friend who would like to meet you

BloodOath_6thBlackWing Report | 08/28/2010 5:00 am

"The Last World War Book II" By Dayton Ward
"If there was one thing Bruce Thompson hated about being a general, it was the umbilical cord connecting his office to whichever concentric circle of Hell generated the endless, knotted streams of red tape. It consumed his days, along with many of his nights, and for every bit he hacked away, more stood ready to take its place.
Slumping in his high-backed black leather office char, Thompson hazed across the chaotic mass of folders, binders, loose papers, and other detritus littering what was once the polished surface of his wide mahogany desk. Pushing away from the mess only seemed to make it larger than it already was, and Thompson was almost certain that the administrative flotsam(the red tape) might actually be reproducing every time he looked away" rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl rofl
" Don't I have people to handle this crap? RHIP? Rank Hath It's Goddamned Paperwork"

:3

Another Excerpt same chapter

"Agreed," Spencer said, offering a single, curt nod. Then looking at him, she asked in a softer voice, "Bruce, are you all right? Pardon my saying so, but you look like hell."
Chuckling, Thompson nodded. "I need a vacation. We all do."
"Is that an invitation" <- you know who said that :3
When she said nothing else, Thompson lowered his hand an regarded her. Nancy Spencer had been a valuable member of his staff even before the aliens' arrival. Since then, she had become indispensable. His respect for her professional abilities came without reservation or qualification; he could think of no one else he would rather have at his side during these trying times. As for anything further, was there something there? Was he so blind, so buried in the work, that he had failed to see Spencer as anything other than a Colleague?
"Maybe so," he finally said, allowing himself a smile before releasing a small sigh. The past several months had taken a tool on them all. For Thompson this was the latest in a string of conflicts in which he had participated throughout his professional career, from Vietnam to Desert Storm to the conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan. This was was on a scale surpassing anything the civilized world had ever seen, but for Thompson himself it was different in a smaller, far more personal sense; it was the first war in which he had fought where his wife, Nicole, was not at home waiting for him. Taken by cancer nearly seven years earlier, she had been his emotional rock throughout the three decades they had shared.
" You still miss her, don't you?"
"Spencer's words broke through his reverie, and only then did Thompson realize he was staring at Nicole's Photograph, perched in a cherry wood frame next to his computer monitor. Offering a weak smile, he nodded. "everyday."