

English work Oblivion styleMy head was throbbing, I raised my hand to my head and felt something warm… wet? I quickly withdrew my hand as I felt a sheering pain shoot through my skull. Blood stained my palm. Those corrupt bastards must have hit me harder than I originally thought. Pushing those thoughts from my head I looked around, and took in my surroundings, I was in the imperial prison there was no doubt about it. A simple wooden chair and table were to the right of me. The table was adorned with a simple cup and jug of what appeared to be murky brown water. Wrinkling my nose I learned back against the cold clammy stone wall. The coolness easeEnglish work Oblivion style
:+Danny+:
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'we can bomb the world into pieces, but we can't bomb it into peace'
-michael franti & spearhead
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So, my little JPEG... shall we download?
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lol, I support old animes
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Sometimes, the best answer is a more interesting question. - Terry Pratchett
[Fera- a steampunk fantasy webcomic. A tale of monsters. A tale of beasts.]
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A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
Don't plan the plan if you can't follow through.
All that matters is taking matters into your own hands.
So please give me a sec to catch my breath.
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