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| Crimson Snows | |
| By: CMonster Date: August 8, 2014, 11:16 pm | |
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| Thus it was that the white blanketed tundra of those cold | |
| northern regions was colored with crimson as the merciless lead | |
| claimed it's victims. | |
| Cookie, the calm and industrious fellow that he is, was busily | |
| crafting chairs for his family when suddenly he was gunned down | |
| by an unseen Spidery assassin. "How did he know I was here?" | |
| thinks I. "Why did you have me give away our position?" says | |
| Fill. "What the..., no I said we will show up on his map if you | |
| are friends," says I. "I thought you said in case he wanted to | |
| visit?" Well, turns out he did want to visit. | |
| So, the Cookie gathered his weapons, and a bedroll, and ventured | |
| out hunting for animals to slaughter. | |
| Some good PVP action gents. That is what it's all about. Shot, | |
| but not out. Trading blow for blow. Was pretty even in the end | |
| (though I basically got a free kill when I found Madman while he | |
| was tabbed out, lol). We basically used the castle for our | |
| battleground, so people weren't too far away. Couldn't pick up | |
| Spiders bed, so I threw a couple grenades on it, but don't know | |
| if I got it since I almost killed myself with the second bomb | |
| and had to run. Then for my final act, I determined the ax must | |
| taste blood. I got a bead on "Smokethis" but he laid down a | |
| volley of pistol fire as I rapidly approached and managed to | |
| clip me before I could get close enough to allow the blade to | |
| ply its trade. A pity. | |
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