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M3 Viking and M0 Thunder :)

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WHat sould i buy on Tankis B day? Thunder m1 or hammer m1

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Hi can u please make a logo for Bound By Flame type i want 2 hornets and 2 firbird looking like making V turrets in centre and attacking please make that please

For CTF #1: Thunder+Hunter #2:Railgun+Hornet #3: Freeze+Wasp #4Ricohert+Viking #5Twins+Viking

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Can we write 2 storys ??

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My World Of Souls My soul is going to walk out on me one of these days. I’m sure of it. That damn soul is going to walk out of me, and go some place else. It’s going to shrug me off the way we shrug off our rain coats, overcoats and Ulster coats. Ah the Ulster, such an elegant garment. I remember my mom owned one. Hers was a black velvet thing cinched at the waist. She had inherited it from her mother. She called it allester. She also called cheese cheech. Her rustic Indian English used to get on my nerves. I didn’t know then she’d pawned her jewelry to put me in the Convent school. My mother was beautiful and carried a scent around her that only someone from an old family could possess. She had many old things; stuff she’d inherited and which were still around, not sold or pawned. That Ulster Coat was one. I wanted it. I wanted my mom’s smell too, and her thick long black hair, her soft belly, her sheer marble-like skin. But I could hardly get near her. And because I couldn’t get near her I foraged among her clothes. I once slyly and hurriedly wore an English lace blouse she used to wear before she became a married woman and put on weight. She used to be slim hipped as a girl, but had boobs. I thought I was old enough to fit into the spaces where her boobs went in. It’s a strange feeling: me looking back at her to a time when I didn’t even exist. My soul wrenches when I do that, much like the raw chicken leg you twist and turn and finally wrench free of the carcass. And I am sure my soul will walk out one of these days. I won’t be dead after that. I’ll look at the back of my soul walking away. I’ll feel empty in a place, the way, I assume, an apple feels after it has been cored. And I’ll keep thinking of my mother and how she lived. Always thinking of dying, and wanting it so desperately, but always condemning suicide as the worst sin a soul could commit. Poor thing. She should have gotten rid of her soul instead. Word Counts:-383

Keep me reserved

he has much interest in writing i think

I am too Indian add me too :-)

can i take part in it and how should i take part please tell em pleasee

what is this for

can't buy any paint how can i :( i tryed it frist also but i can't

where is viking and hornet ?

pleas guys pray that i win abd good luck to every body and to my self ttttttoooo :) :P :tank: :tank: :tank: :tank: :fire_r: