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| − | {{SKWindow/Cell|'''Guild:''' [[Order Of Magick]] |||2}}
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| − | {{SKWindow/Cell|'''Achievements:''' 45/60 |||2}}
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| − | Hi/Salut/er...i don't know how to spell german, and the only word i know in it is "hello" XD
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| − | Please read on, even if your only here because of the random page button :)
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| − | Me, i am a prity sh..no "rubbish" player...
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| − | ok, all of a sudden, i've just become rubbish, before that i was OK... i wear (at the moment) a ash tail helm, dusker body, and a swiftstrike or twisted targle. I am mainly a swrdsman, having things like stable rocket hammer, nightblade, ascended calibur(one UV; low boost vs. gremlin), sealed sword twisted snarble barb, etc. You will almost always see me wearing my awesome shockburst. My few OK (3*) guns are industrial catalyzer, Kilo watt pulsar (2 UVs; speed boost low & low boost vs. consruct) and super blaster. And my only (!) 3* bomb is a Dark respiral Mk II. I play quite often, normaly everyday :) Your most likely to find me sulking somewhere and selling mats or playing missions.
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| − | Also, i'm a bit...weird
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| − | Also, cupine is my "second guy" but is on a totally diffrent account :) I use this so (as i have both laptop and computer) I can play with ''two hundred mist.
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| − | == Small storys, in the making: ==
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| − | The clockworks…an inconceivable place, never to be forgotten once you’ve entered…
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| − | On my first lift, I had another vision…but it was to stupid that I forgot it…in till now.
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| − | ''The door creaks open, and there lies a girl, peacefully sleeping. What ever her dreams are, they are never to be fulfilled. Quickly the pulsating mass of veins and muscles walks towards the bed, holding a flourish…a final flourish. He winces as he sees himself in the mirror, and then suddenly lifts and drops the blade, finalizing yet another life. She utters such a pricing scream, that even the clockworks seem to shudder.''
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| − | Now, only the day before yesterday it happened. I have failed…and yet I am lucky to be here, to warn you. I have seen him watch me, waiting for me to slack, and then forcing that sword once again to end a life. Now, in this, I hope you realise that it must die, before he kills the rest of us. I had sworn to protect her, as she wasn’t yet an adult. That is how I have failed.
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| − | Tear.''
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| − | {{showhide| The Crimson Order (this is only what I think The Crimson Order are.)|content =
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| − | I sat there peacefully. This was my home now. I never had a home before. My guild hall. This means in a way, my family are the guild, and yes in a way they are. But now, we have been invaded, and i shall not forgive those who attacked my home. They shall pay dearly.
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| − | I have tracked them down. Now I know who and where they are. The Crimson Order. I have already faced Warmaster Seerus and his "grand arsenal". And defeated him. Why not the rest I ask. Yet nobody believes me when I say I have tracked them down. What were my years of training in combat and recon for then? So my guild, the only ones to believe me and I shall go alone. They all hide in lairs, deeper than Warmaster, but he was insane to even think he would get RT out of Ironclaw Mutions Factory. They all represent different things; Warmaster was rockets and fire. Are first target is an icy freak, who manipulates animals to do his bloody work. I have used my recon abitatiys to the max so I can follow gremlins to this devilish lair. T.B.C.
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| − | == Comments and prompts ==
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| − | Feel free to right something here, like a prompt or comment. If you do please put it in a spolier :P If you give me a prompt, i can write the rest of the story, and i'll say
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| − | just copy this section and write what you want.
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| − | [input text here (after deleting this peice of text ;) )
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