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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeNov 29th 2009 edited
     
    This is another member joint story. NO aliens please! Also, you must wait until 2 others have posted before you can post again. You may make up historical events if you wish. It starts with an imaginary war in 1932. I am hoping to have peace for a little while after this war, and then go into World War II. Enjoy!
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeNov 29th 2009 edited
     
    As He hurried home, he thought the shorter route to get out of the snow might be O'Keneally's house. His old friend always had a hot pot of water over the fire for tea, and a few warm thick wool blankets ready, just in case someone needed them. There was a terrible blizzard that night and it was almost curfew. Hugh Russel knew he would never make it home before ten.

    He walked to Knight rd. and turned into O'Keneally's drive. It was a long drive from the road to the house because O'Keneally had a few huge pastures for his sheep and he was very proud of the animals. For this reason he wanted people to see them on their way to the house, and most times he got a compliment on them. This time though, Hugh didn't see sheep, but instead, a large group of shepherds and one sheep. The men were dressed with dirty whitish skins and scarves. The sheep however, was completely black. This scene was not what the Man expected to see and he hurried on to the house to tell O'Keneally.

    The Man who had walked by had not gone unseen by the men in the pasture. In fact, as soon as he got to the house, they ran off in the direction opposite from whence he had come. The sheep also ran, but not on all fours, he was the tallest of the group and as it turns out the leader of the gang that called themselves The Black Sheep.
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    Hugh shuffled up to the door of the house and knocked very solidly twice, even though O'Keneally himself had long since given him permission to enter without knocking. The stocky German would shout out in his gruff voice, "There's no need to stand outside freezing your nose off son!"

    The word "house" didn't usually seem to quite fit the description of the cheery log structure. It didn't seem friendly enough somehow. Today though, it almost seemed to fit. Hugh was worried. This was only the second time he had ever seen the absence of smoke above his friend's chimney during the cold season. The first time was when he himself had come over to take care of the place while Mr. O'Keneally was away for a time. No one knew where he had gone or what he had done, but everyone who knew him well had recognized a definite change in his demeanor when he returned. As though a new burden had been placed on his wide, capable shoulders.

    Hugh brought his hands up to his face inside large, warm gloves and stamped his feet in an effort to keep warm. After a few moments of going over in his mind what he had seen out in the field, he realized that the door was still closed. His heart started to beat faster and he knocked again, louder this time shouting O'Keneally's name above the sound of the wind. Hugh Russel was a big man and his pounding shook the door and the surrounding logs causing a cascade of snow to fall onto the base of his neck from on top of the roof. He let out a short squeak of surprise and then chuckled softly to himself at his foolishness. He began to shiver uncontrollably as the snow slid down under his coat. He fumbled with the latch on the door and wrested his way through the frame into the dwelling.
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    Before entering the main living quarters, Hugh stomped his feet, and rubbed them on the bristled entrance mat, so that any dirt or mud mightn't be brought inside.  As he stood in the middle of the living quarters, icy water dripping down his back, his eyes widened.  Before him was a room that seemed, in all respects, unlived in.  The comfy sky blue furniture he had been accustomed to seeing were no where to be seen, and the darker blue wallpaper had been stripped from the walls, leaving no trace it had ever been there.

    Hugh turned slightly to his left, and slowy peeked around the corner into the kitchen.  This room too had been stripped of furniture, and utensils as well, leaving it only an empty shell.  This trend continued as Hugh, becoming slightly feverish at each new discovery, examined each room in the small log house.  As confusion boiled in his mind, Hugh, a scowl on his face, turned to exit the barren home with one last glance at the fireplace that used to be so cheery.

    As Hugh faced the door and prepared to exit, he noticed a small lump of black wool-like material that had caught on the windowsill.  He picked it up and absentmindedly put it into the pocket of his forest green winter coat.  His eyes downcast, he walked out of the home, kicking at the welcome mat that seemed somehow forgotten.

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    I can guess who's turn it is.

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    who? who?
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeDec 4th 2009
     
    Yes, who's turn is it?
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    well i was thinking it was yours! but,  Anemone, Trenchy, and Nilad, to name a few, could ALSO get writing..

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    I was wondering why you had one specific person in mind...
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeDec 11th 2009
     
    Careful, you might get centipedes if you say things like "Trenchy"

    :P
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      CommentAuthorTrenchcoat
    • CommentTimeDec 14th 2009
     
    Indeed.
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeDec 20th 2009 edited
     
    There were many Germans in that area and the war had made their lives very difficult. Many people would no longer do business with them. The war was between a few countries around Germany and the Germans were remaining neutral. Even though a better way to persuade the Germans to fight with them would have been to be more friendly with them, the smaller countries were angry and desperate.
    When Hugh looked back over at the field where the group of men and sheep had been, they were gone. He decided to make his way to his own home. Though that didn't sound nearly so nice as a cup of tea with Brian in his cabin. Hugh walked slowly away without looking back. This was no longer a cheery log structure, just another empty house.
    Hugh lived in a small rented house. There was a small kitchen, one bedroom and one bathroom. When he arrived, he went straight to the kitchen and there, on the counter was a note. It said: HAVE AS MANY OF YOUR THINGS AS YOU CAN, PACKED BY 8:00 pm.. At the bottom right corner of the note, was a small black sheep.
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    Wow, this is getting interesting! Can't wait to see what's next!
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeDec 28th 2009 edited
     
    :)
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeJan 24th 2010
     
    I can't write on this again until more people write.
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    But it's so realistic ... can't I put just one tiny little unicorn in there somewhere???  :-P

    Plasticized Anemone

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    What was this all about?  Hugh stared at the note, perplexed.  Did it have anything to do with Brian being missing?

    It was getting very late now, and curfew was in full force.  Hugh called Skyy, his dog, into the house and bolted the door and windows securely.  He put some water on to boil, and began mixing up some stew for dinner.  Skyy was circling the house restlessly, poking his nose underneath beds and scratching at the walls.  A crash sounded from the bedroom, and Hugh walked in to find Skyy had knocked over a lamp and glass and oil were spreading over the floor.  "Skyy, what's gotten into you!  Go sit by the fire!"  The dog sulked out of the room and went to lay down in the kitchen, abuse in every line of his body.

    Hugh picked up the glass and lamp, and tried to figure out what he should do about the oil on the floor.  The oil had soaked into and between the wood planks, and there was no hope of getting it out now.  "Well, I just won't drop any matches there for now, I guess," he grumbled.  He glanced around the room, trying to see what had the dog so agitated.  If it was just a scent, there wasn't much he could do to detect it.  Then he saw a bit of black wool caught on the rough logs which made up his bedroom wall. 

    He carefully pulled it away from the wall and with a sudden realization, compared it to the piece he had found in O'Keneally's house.  Hugh wasn't an expert on wool, but it definitely looked similar.

    Well.  If Brian was somehow connected to this mess, then Hugh was definitely interested in finding out what was going on.  He put aside a set of clothes in a bag, along with other things he would need in case of an actual journey, which the note in the kitchen had implied.  Skyy would follow him whatever happened, of that he was certain. 

    It was nearing midnight now, and he was tired from all of the work of the day and excitement of the evening.  He quickly ate his stew, and fed Skyy the leftovers, then lay down in bed.  He was asleep within minutes.

    Thankful People: Curly Que
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeJan 26th 2010
     
    so how do you pronounce Skyy?
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    sky

    :-)

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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeJan 27th 2010
     
    I like the way you didn't add or solve any of the mystery, but still made it interesting.
    :)
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      CommentAuthorTrenchcoat
    • CommentTimeJan 28th 2010 edited
     
    I say it Sky-ee. To make it more interesting. :P
    Thankful People: Juggernaut's Dream
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    Sometimes people just have to eat, regardless of crazy black sheep roaming the countryside.  :-D

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    Though Hugh fell asleep quickly enough, Skyy didn't. He watched the rise and fall of his master's chest devotedly for several long moments, then tired of the activity, he rose. Stretching, he yawned - his tongue curling back for a moment.  He then padded out into the living room, a clock over the hearth ticking ominously. The tiles were still warm by the fire, and Skyy lay down upon them. He felt restless and couldn't seem to get comfortable however. He stood and circled once then lay back down. The clock continued to tick.  Skyy rested his head upon his paws, and closed his eyes, heaving a sigh. Just as he felt himself calm down, a footsept was heard just outside the door, the gravel crunching softly. Skyy's head rose quickly and his fur stood up. The clocked chimed 1 o'clock, and the door swung softly open.

    Thankful People: Curly Que
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    Oooh scary!
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeFeb 25th 2010 edited
     
    From where he lay, Skyy saw a quick flash of black and white. It was headed towards Hugh’s sleeping form. It jumped up onto Hugh’s chest and curled up to sleep, seemingly unaware of Skyy’s presence. Presently Skyy heard another closer footstep, this time on the wooden floor inside the back door. He was about to let out a loud bark, when suddenly he was face to face with a familiar man who had the piece of lamb that he always carried with him just for Skyy. Even though Skyy knew this man very well there was something different about him. Maybe it was the strange smell came from the black skin on his friend’s back.
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeFeb 25th 2010
     
    I intended the "quick flash of black and white" on Hugh's chest to be a cat, but if the next person thinks of something else they want to make it that is fine.
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeFeb 25th 2010
     
    I was just reading over previous posts and realized that the door was bolted. I wonder how they got in?.......
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    ohhh.. :S i missed that. well maybe the intruder has superhuman powers!?

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      CommentAuthorTrenchcoat
    • CommentTimeFeb 25th 2010
     
    yay for superhumanness! oh, wait. aren't we supposed to avoid that in this story? maybe they found a window or cut a hole in the roof...
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeFeb 26th 2010
     
    I don't know, but It's not my problem to figure out unless two more people write without mentioning it.
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeMar 8th 2010
     
    Who's next?
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    I think it's Trenchy's turn. She can't comment, and then not write  O.o  :D

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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeMar 9th 2010
     
    Indeed not Sir Trenchcoat! You must contribute if I am to allow you to continue reading this enlightening story about how things really went. We wouldn't want you spreading the news and getting us in trouble!

    -Appalled Quezers
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeMar 13th 2010
     
    Shall I change the rules to only one person having to write between another writing?

    There is sad inactivity on this site. We will have to devise a suitable punishment shall we not Bree?
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    I think changing the rules would be a good idea.. then at least we might creep along... a little quicker? :D  I AGREE, How shalt we deal out the punishments?

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    this is getting serious guys... guys?...GUYS!?
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    *looks idly at the one who STILL has not written, points at him, and looks back at Curly Que*  I SAY we start with him.

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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeMar 16th 2010
     
    bwahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! to the destruction of the Juggernaut!
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    The newcomer murmured urgently into Skyy's ear in a flawless English accent, "Quiet Skyy!"

    Skyy, though still unsure, was content to utter only a continuous low rumble in the back of his throat.

    "It's just me!" hissed the man wearing the sheep skin, this time the voice came out sounding like a native Irishman.

    Skyy's growl grew more pronounced and he dropped the forgotten piece of lamb to the floor.

    The intruder backed away slowly and continued to plead with the dog in whispers, this time in the tones of a more frightened Swede. "Alright! Alright! Don't get excited! I'll take it off." Then under his breath, "don't understand what it is about it that bothers you so much though. Just don't wake 'im up okay?" He began to slowly and carefully remove the outer layer of sheep skin that he had thrown on over his sweater.

    At first Skyy's growling grew even louder, eliciting a grumble and the sound of blankets being repositioned from the corner where Hugh was sleeping.

    The stranger froze for a moment, before relaxing once Hugh's deep, steady breathing could be heard once more. Then he gazed sternly through the darkness in the general direction of the dog. "If he wakes up, it's your fault, remember that." This last sentence was again spoken in a Swedish accent.

    The night-time visitor finally finished removing the sheep skin from his back as quietly as he could given the darkness. Continuing to move in exaggerated, slow movements, he set the skin down on the floor next to the furry, bristling form of Skyy.

    Skyy bent down to sniff the skin and stiffened. He then padded over to inspect the impudent man who dared disturb his master. As he drew nearer however, Skyy's ears perked up and he began to whine softly in apology and wag his tail. He DID know this man. This man was a good friend. Skyy was sorry for growling at this kind friend. The sheep skin forgotten, Skyy trotted back over to where he knew there should be a discarded piece of lamb.

    "That's right, me!" the man said in an exasperated whisper. "That's what I've been telling you all along." Shaking his head he pulled himself together and began to creep toward the bed in the corner.

    A hand tapped him on the shoulder, "Don't you think you're a little old for this sort of thing Rob?"

    The newcomer whirled to see Hugh standing behind him with an amused grin lounging on his face. He began an Irish stutter. "How?-When?" He tried again. "You were over there!" he blurted in explanation, as if it was unfair that that was no longer the case.

    "I was. Was being the key word." Hugh smirked. "You were making enough noise to wake a full grown brown bear from hibernation in the middle of winter.

    Rob looked crestfallen. Then he glared at Skyy. "It's all his fault" he said with an accusatory finger pointed at the dog. That seemed to satisfy him and he regained some of his bruised pride. The dog barely glanced up, wagging his tail briefly before getting back to the more important task of ripping at the lamb between his forepaws.

    "How'd you know it was me?" asked the one called Rob, in an English accent this time.

    "I heard you shifting from one accent to another flawlessly. Something that you do naturally when you are excited, but that most men would have trouble doing even when they are at their ease. Also, the cat knew you even if Skyy didn't at first. Sasha won't come through that door with just anyone, she is more careful than that." Then, "I am more interested as to the reason why it took so long for Skyy to figure it out."

    "Oh, that's because he had problems with me wearing this old sheep skin."

    Hugh looked intently at the skin frowning slightly. There was something familiar about it, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

    Hugh shook his head and dismissed the skin from his mind, deciding to study it further at a later date.
    "It's good to see you again Robert old man!" He exclaimed, throwing an arm around his friend's narrow shoulders.

    "Huh. Who are you to be callin' me an old man?" said an indignant Robert, in the tones of an Englishman.

    "Haha" laughed Hugh. "Fair enough. What have you been up to?"

    ...What have I been up to... Rob thought to himself. ...Most men wouldn't believe some of the things I've made it a habit of viewing recently...then again, Hugh wasn't like most men, Hugh was different. ...Hugh just might...
    Thankful People: Juggernaut's Dream, Curly Que
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    *very thankful*

    Thankful People: Dynamic Juggernaut
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeMar 17th 2010
     
    “Uh… well, you come with me and I’ll tell you. I couldn’t help but notice that you have a bag packed, mind if I ask why?”

    “Well…”

    “Never mind that now, bring it along and tell me about it later. I’ll get Skyy’s lead. Come on Sasha.” Rob walked into the kitchen to get Skyy’s leash, with Sasha trailing behind. While Rob was in the kitchen, Hugh went and looked at the black wool his friend had brought with him. Suddenly Hugh realized that it not only looked like, but was the same as the wool he had found in O’Keneally’s house and his own. Huh… thought Hugh. This is a very strange night. I admit that sometimes Rob gets a little caught up in this new spy stuff people on the street have been talking about recently, but there’s something going on tonight…

    Rob came back, carrying two leashes. “You know Skyy doesn’t need two leashes and as far as I know you’ve never put anything around Sasha’s neck, so we only need one lead.” Hugh told him.

    “The second one is for you.”

    “What!?”

    “You aren’t allowed to see where I’m going to take you yet so I have to blind fold you and I don’t think you want to try and follow the sound of my footsteps because there won’t be any.” Rob said matter-of-factly.

    “Alright Rob, I know this is exciting for you, but this time the teasing has gone a bit too far. I don’t want you coming here anymore in the middle of the night to end up saying that you were just kidding. Some people need to sleep at night.”

    “It’s not going to end that way tonight. I need you to follow me without seeing where we are going. Sasha will follow without a lead and Skyy needs one because he’ll run off in the direction of every little sound if he doesn’t. It’s not like I’m going to make you crawl on your hands and knees. You aren’t even going to wear the lead. I’ll clip it to me and you’ll hold the handle. Anymore questions? We need to get going.”
    Thankful People: Dynamic Juggernaut
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    Hugh sighed, rolled his eyes, and fell silent for a long moment.  Rob waited impatiently for him to think things over, and had just opened his mouth to speak when Hugh nodded,  "Okay. let's go. I like an adventure every now and then."

    Rob grinned "I knew you'd say that. Go grab your bag and meet me at the front door. I've got Skye."  Hughe nodded and walked back into his bedroom, grabbed his bag, but then stopped at the doorway.  He had the strangest feeling like he wouldn't be seeing this place again for a very long time, if ever.  On an impulse he turned, walked back to the window sill and took a small photo album off and put it in the bag. Then he turned and walked out of the room without a backward glance.

    Rob was waiting for him just outside the front door. Hugh stepped out, and closed the door softly behind him.  Then he took a deep breath and looked at Rob. "well, let's get it on with..."  Rob nodded and placed a heavy black wool covering over his eyes - blotting out the pale light of the moon.  Hugh could see nothing.  A sudden nervousness washed over him, but he stilled it - he was growing soft. A year ago things like this would never have phased him. But now... Hugh sighed... he just wasn't sure the life of intrigue was one that he wanted anymore.

    A sudden cold nose shoved itself into his hand and jolted Hugh from his thoughts. He felt Rob hand him the end of the leash.  "It might be better off if you tied to your wrist so you don't drop it. We have a long ways to go." Then Rob gave a hearty slap on Hugh's back "Are ye ready for this?"

    Hugh growled and shouldered his pack, "Let's just go." The absence of sight was making him edgy. He heard Rob laugh softly, felt Skye's tail slap his leg, then the leash in his hand jolted and they began the journey.

    Thankful People: Dynamic Juggernaut, Curly Que
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeMar 23rd 2010 edited
     
    DJ, it's your turn!



    Or of course if anyone else could be inspired to write. ON ANYTHING!
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    *taps foot impatiently*

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      CommentAuthorNylad Mazzic
    • CommentTimeMar 25th 2010 edited
     
    Hugh and Rob walked for nearly an hour. Hugh wondered if Rob was purposely taking a longer route to try to confuse him. finally, Rob said they had arrived. He took the blindfold off Hugh's face and he found himself in a narrow alleyway.

    "Hey, I know exactly where we are!" he said. In the dim lamplight Hugh noticed the color drain from Rob's alarmed face, his dark eyes wide.
    Hugh laughed and slapped him on the back.
    "I'm just fooling. I'm more lost than an American tourist in the streets of Italy," he assured him.
    "Good," Rob said. People wouldn't be very happy with me if you decided not to join and you already knew where one of our hideouts was." Then he laughed to himself and turned towards a small pile of crates. He lifted one of them to the side about a foot and then, kneeling, he felt around in the dark for something out of Hugh's sight. He moved closer and saw more clearly what Rob was doing. It appeared that Rob was unscrewing a pipe from the wall. Then, after rapping on the pipe a few times he put it close to his mouth. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again looking back at Hugh for a moment.
    "If you'd be so kind," He said while covering the pipe.
    "Ah. Passwords," Hugh said, backing off a few paces.

    Hugh took the time to examine his surroundings more closely. There was a lamp at the end of the alley casting a dim glow against the red brick walls. The ground was littered with crumpled papers and dirty leaves embedded in the muddy snow.

    Skye whined and tugged against the leash in Hugh's hand. Then Rob stood up and told Hugh to come over. As he did this Hugh noticed that a portion of the alley floor had lowered significantly, revealing an opening large enough to allow a man to walk in without having to crouch too much. Rob lowered himself in first, then he took Skye and Sasha with him. Hugh followed. He still didn't know exactly what was going on, but things were starting to get interesting.
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    Hooray and welcome to the story Nylad!!!

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    Heartily seconded!
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeMar 27th 2010
     
    And thirded!
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    I'm stumped here.
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      CommentAuthorCurly Que
    • CommentTimeMay 6th 2010
     
    me too