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*Wings
Jan 28, 2009 21:16:50 GMT -5
Post by Admin Account on Jan 28, 2009 21:16:50 GMT -5
Enter the suburbs, estates, boulevards and streets of France, but there is no sign of the strangeness here, lurking in the shadows. For countless years cats have hunted birds, and many a time have watched with frustration and nothing but feathers caught in their claws, as their prey soars away from them. Birds aren't the only thing to soar now. Never is an awfully long time, but the clocks are ticking and uncontrollable power is splattering bloodlust on the walls and haunting the alleyways, out of sight from the humans. This is a feral disaster. Tick tock tick tock...home - register - rules - affiliate
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