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-300 Degrees Farenhiet
SunkernDate: We, 18.April.12, 10:57 PM | Message # 101
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Cody
I crawl under the sheets, "night."


Eric.
Eric!
Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
Dillon0909Date: We, 18.April.12, 10:58 PM | Message # 102
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Cole:

I sighed and went to bed.


I love Spooky Crap :D
 
NarutardDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:03 PM | Message # 103
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(tell me when y'all are ready to ts)

Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:04 PM | Message # 104
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I frowned at him, and went to bed.

Walk without rhythm
 
SunkernDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:04 PM | Message # 105
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(READY SO READY MY BODY IS READY)

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Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
Dillon0909Date: We, 18.April.12, 11:04 PM | Message # 106
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(i'm good0

I love Spooky Crap :D
 
DepressedDuckDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:08 PM | Message # 107
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(Alrightythen.)

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NarutardDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:10 PM | Message # 108
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Ever walked into the packed stadium that was filled with the three hundred possibilities and felt like nothing more than a show dog. Why was it her? Because you can lead, you don't take no for an answer. That's not a reason she argued with herself as she entered the center of the huge arena and waited for the crowd to silence themselves.

Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:11 PM | Message # 109
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I was sitting at attention, staring down on the arena.

Walk without rhythm
 
Dillon0909Date: We, 18.April.12, 11:11 PM | Message # 110
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I was quiet, waiting.


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SunkernDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:11 PM | Message # 111
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Cody
I watched her.


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Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
NarutardDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:19 PM | Message # 112
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Ever watched as several mutated monsters, created by the scientists, dug there way out of the sand and charged at her. All their maws hung wide and hungry, driving towards her and she ducked, letting the first two rip each others' skin off before she snapped one's leg and kicked upwards into the jaw of another. Thus, her graceful dance of brutal, decisive kicks began as she delivered one hit kill shots with nothing but her hands. This is what she had become through years of relentless training: a killing machine with a brain. But that's what the scientists thought, beneath her perfect hair and perfect form there lay a girl, waiting for her chance.

Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:21 PM | Message # 113
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I raised an eyebrow.
looks like she was trained.


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Dillon0909Date: We, 18.April.12, 11:21 PM | Message # 114
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Cole:

I just stared at her wide eyes, but had my hand on my pistol incase more showed up.


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SunkernDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:22 PM | Message # 115
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Cody
I watch in surprise.


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Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
NarutardDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:29 PM | Message # 116
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Ever straightened, standing atop a pile of them as The Scientist began to speak. "This is Ever. She was chosen two years ago and trained relentlessly to become what she has. You could join this, become invincible, everything ever imagined if youjust pass our tests."

Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:29 PM | Message # 117
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I will. I grinned.

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Ilovedogs2Date: We, 18.April.12, 11:29 PM | Message # 118
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Angela

I just stared. Even I never fought like that before.


It's time.
 
Dillon0909Date: We, 18.April.12, 11:30 PM | Message # 119
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Cole:

I smirked and mouth "Bring it on"


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NarutardDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:35 PM | Message # 120
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Ever watched their giddy expressions with an emotionless gaze.

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Ilovedogs2Date: We, 18.April.12, 11:38 PM | Message # 121
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Angela

I bit my lip as I looked away. I have to do this....for my family to make my parents proud of me even though they are dead.


It's time.
 
SunkernDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:41 PM | Message # 122
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Cody
Well. Ok.


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Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
DepressedDuckDate: We, 18.April.12, 11:44 PM | Message # 123
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Now what tests...Will we get separate tests?

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Dillon0909Date: We, 18.April.12, 11:44 PM | Message # 124
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First test...bring it


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DepressedDuckDate: Th, 19.April.12, 10:23 AM | Message # 125
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I thought. Let's see...The tests will obviously test our sensibility to cold, fighting stances, and combat capability....
Oh my god. That's how they get rid of people in the challenges. That's how they narrow it down. It's life-or death. If you don't survive the monsters, you die from them, one less to judge...


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