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"His life seconds numbering, tick, tock, tick, tock. It stopped, short, never to go again, when the old man died." -- My Grandfather's Clock.
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| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-top: 0px solid transparent; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 2px solid white; border-right: 3px solid transparent; border-radius: 0pt 0pt 20pt 20pt; height:200px; width:350px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify;]The Puppet made his way through the desert, Bloodclan's oasis just barely in his sight. He would be close enough to be met by one of their members soon enough, so he just kept walking forward, a large grin stuck on his maw. His movements were somehow not burdened by the silver bands on his long, thin legs, five on his front limbs and many more on his hind ones. In fact, he was very agile and seemed to teleport around, even, though he couldn't really [/fancypost] |
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