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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]Diabolus was pretty bored now he'd gotten to camp -- he'd said ' hi ' to a few people, but now that was done, he was a little tired, a little fed up, sort of looking for some quieter entertainment. And yet he had to try and maintain appearances, 'cause this place wasn't your everyday, friendly peace-loving clan. Nah, these guys were named after blood, and a bunch were pretty damn robotic. They were ... Unnatural, almost. And they hadn't been easy on him with their clipped voices and all.


    Ugh. Flopping down and sucking in a lungful of humid air, Diabolus let himself sag. It sucked, really, being him. Badass name and not so badass personality. It was hard, trying to act.
    [color=transparent] #diabolusyo
    #diabolusbc