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| Proeliator | Re: First Lines This is a longer one, but it just came to me. They had faces like angels. Flawless beauty...on the outside. Inside they were vile, disgusting and ugly. Hunters, but not your normal hunters. Their prey were people. It's like a game if you get caught they kill you, you lose. If you get away alive you win, but they never let anyone get away, they hunt you forever, so guess what you always lose. I'm their personal caddy. What is my prize for assisting them on their murderous rampage? I get to live another day, that's incentive enough for me. |
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| Ubi amici, ibi opes... Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: Southampton
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| Re: First Lines As the dropped crampons tumbled into the depths of the North Face, he realised that the mountain had killed him. Oh, he would breathe, think, feel a little longer - but he was dead, nonetheless. |
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