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Sargon
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Post by Sargon on Sept 21, 2006 21:22:07 GMT -5

i was thinking of a good opening quote for this board and i was reading the opening shadow run story, and i found this quote.

the ony i was really considering went soemthing like this.

any runner worth his name dosent have enough trust left in him to meet his own grandmother for breakfast without backup and legwork.

but i decided agasints that, it was a little long.

Archangel, snare the flesh suck dry the ebbing wound leave them lifeless and broken my beloved...

Master Spellblade Demigod Apathetically, True Neutral Posts: 284	opening quote Oct 26, 2006 22:45:13 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Master Spellblade on Oct 26, 2006 22:45:13 GMT -5 True, it would be lenghty to place in the discription. But the qoute was really good. Feh, grandmothers are probably 1000 BP street wiches any ways.
	I haven't a clue as to how my story will end. But that's all right. When you set out on a journey and night covers the road, you don't conclude the road has vanished. And how else could we discover the stars?

Sargon Administrator Posts: 547	opening quote Oct 28, 2006 14:25:29 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Sargon on Oct 28, 2006 14:25:29 GMT -5 they have had long enough time it gather sick amounts of karma, so you might be right.
	Archangel, snare the flesh suck dry the ebbing wound leave them lifeless and broken my beloved...

Lord Kain Global Moderator Your death shall only make me stronger, I hope this comforts you in your grave. Posts: 389	opening quote Nov 6, 2006 11:45:07 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Lord Kain on Nov 6, 2006 11:45:07 GMT -5 Even at 3 karma a week over a period of one year they'd have gained 156
	Now, at last, the masks had fallen away. The strings of the puppets had become visible, and the hands of the prime mover exposed. Most ironic of all was the last gift that Raziel had given me, more powerful than the sword that now held his soul, more acute even than the vision his sacrifice had accorded me - the first bitter taste of that terrible illusion: Hope.

Post by Sargon on Sept 21, 2006 21:22:07 GMT -5

Post by Master Spellblade on Oct 26, 2006 22:45:13 GMT -5

Post by Sargon on Oct 28, 2006 14:25:29 GMT -5

Post by Lord Kain on Nov 6, 2006 11:45:07 GMT -5