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*pushes the paper shreader farther behind the office partition*
No listen not to these ranting of the tangent minded.. this is a legit board..
*no.. no it isnt.. help me im trapped behind ... *
... and further more any and all are welcome to post thier *chuckles* thoughts on how the world works .. all those *flutters his fingers* little ghost stories.. we all liked...
*for the love of god someone help me.. its dark.. all i did was post on those dolls eyes..*
... those stories round the ol campfire.. but face it we are all adults here.. we in fact...
*they keep telling me my brain was replaced with a chip.. and the extra space is for explosives.. why? help me*
... are just now working on getting this forum pumped to the max..
well thats all for now.. carry on citizens.. and remember.. these is no BIG Brother.
Drider
*I cant feel my legs anymore.. but i know they are there.. they sound like metal scraping the floor and why can i actually taste what light is like?*
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It means only one thing, and everything: Cut. Once committed to fight, Cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resoultely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depth of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a war wizard lives by, or he dies.
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