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April 10, 1883. 8pm.
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Topic Started: Sep 29 2009, 06:26 AM (46 Views)
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Griff
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Sep 29 2009, 06:26 AM
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Griff pulled open the flap of his tent with his left hand and walked in, ducking to keep from knocking the entire thing over. He leaned over and opened his right hand, a few teeth dropping onto the dirt floor. He wiped his meaty paw on his overalls, leaving a blood-red streak across the leg. Blood was drying on his forehead, and he reached up, pulling a small shard of glass out from the wound.
He stuck his head out the tent and brought his hand out as well, throwing the shard aside and taking time to spit on the ground. Above him, a beautiful and dazzling light display filled the sky. Red and gold, circling and moving. Almost dancing. Griff grunted and spit again, then went back inside his tent. Last time anyone would call him Erasmus and get away with being able to say it again...
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Meridian
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Oct 4 2009, 01:35 AM
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Home Sweet Home
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While Griff spat and played with his teeth, one of the lights move away from the others. It flashed, yes, and moved away from the other, yes, but instead of flying away, it drifted down.. down.. down.. And disappeared into the woods close to the mine. By the dissipating glow illuminating the underside of the trees, bright as a bonfire, one could imagine it landed a mere twenty minute walk deeper into the pine forest.
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