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Post by Gary Frat and Dave Reid on Jul 5, 2007 0:19:08 GMT -5
He crept through the foliage, the darkness creeping behind him, and a blathering idiot lost somewhere behind, creeping after the shadows. Perhaps he was better off for losing him. Perhaps now, alone, he could be the man he knew he could be, and capture his meal for the night.
Something stirred. Someone smiled. Someone crept a little closer.
"That's it, don't move...it will all be over soon..."
In his hand, he held his mighty spear. He slipped through the timber, seeing the movement in the shadows ahead...
AND THREW!
BLAHHHHHHH
Standing in the dark was a squat humanoid, his lost companion, his massive tungue sticking out of his mouth, the pathetically crafted spear broken up on the ground.
"Damn it!"
"Dixteen!"
"Would you shut the hell up!"
He wandered around, everything in his body on fire. He wanted to lash out, destroy his retarded friend. But he couldn't, no...
He would need him before the end. He would need him when the time came...
For revenge...
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