what?I can't think in a straight line for more than half an hour with effort, so what makes you think I can think clearly enough to make a journal entry.
JOKES ON YOU! ^_^
awww but I still love you all.
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PrologueThe two boys climbed the hill anxiously. It was late at night and their parents were asleep. If they were found out, they would be sure to receive a stern punishment. As they reached the top they saw the old man sprawled out leisurely on the ground and bit of a ways off from the small campfire. He’d entertained the children earlier in the day with tales of the fantastic and wondrous. But their parents had seen him and lead them away, forbidding them from talking to him. He couldn’t be trusted, they’d said. He was known for his outrageous stories as well as being something of a thief. Strange things happened, and important itemsPrologue
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Ninja is like the wind....silent but deadly.
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maybe this poses more incentive? xP
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Our lives are getting twisted, let's keep our stories straight.
The more I try to resist it, my temptation turns to fate.
Wait...why am I wishing you good luck? I'm your opponent...
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Spoon.
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Don't you remember being a little kids when your teeths would fall out and grow back and you put the old one under the pillows so da ancient norse god Orthar the tooth collector give you a pickel nickel?
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""[~I'm a Risembool Ranger! RED DAWN!~]""
~Death is only the beginning to an everlasting dream.
~Stop, drop, and roll doesn't work in Hell.
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