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psy
Wise DragonRider
Joined: September 25th, 2008, 2:50 pm Posts: 1329
Gender: Guy
Affiliation: Lamp Shade
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Back
Yeah, you may or may not have noticed, but I left for a while because my life was being pretty bad and I had to sort stuff out.
We'll I'm back, stuff isn't great but it's better than it was and I feel up to coming back.
So yeah, hello again SF ^_^
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July 13th, 2009, 5:45 pm |
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Aeraldi
RPG Team
Joined: April 17th, 2007, 11:40 am Posts: 4344 Location: Australia, waiting in the sun with my dragon, Aeraldi, for when we are needed
Gender: Guy
Affiliation: Shades
Dragon: Aelir
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Re: Back
And welcome back Shintaro. Good to know things are better for you.
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For though I move on, I will always remember you I-L-S. Keralin and Aelir, (And Keralin's past) Hayren and Taliear Aeraldi, (And Aeraldi's past) Polaris and Saiph Nilarek, (And Nilarek's newest host) Legion Kharsin
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July 14th, 2009, 12:12 am |
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Makaveli
Admin
Joined: June 13th, 2006, 7:47 pm Posts: 6039
Gender: Guy
Affiliation: Fyrm Club
Dragon: Shedai
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Re: Back
It's good to see you round and still groovin, bro.
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July 14th, 2009, 3:35 am |
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redshurtugal08
Black Dragon
Joined: March 26th, 2007, 2:06 am Posts: 6303 Location: the net of love, the whirlwind of passion, the heat of a soccer game, or partying.
Gender: Guy
Affiliation: Dragonriders
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Re: Back
that's cool, it's good to have you back.
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July 14th, 2009, 4:39 pm |
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fleshshapestheday
Wise DragonRider
Joined: September 28th, 2008, 4:42 pm Posts: 1368 Location: probably doing something awesome.
Gender: Guy
Affiliation: SF Rebels
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Re: Back
welcome back man, good to have you back at our side.
_________________ TO SAND To sand go tracers and ball ammunition. To sand the green smoke goes. Each finned mortar, spinning in light. Each star Cluster, bursting above. To sand go the skeletons of war, year by year. To sand go the reticles of the brain, the minarets and steeple bells, brackish sludge from the open sewers, trashfires, the silent crowd resting on the shoulders of a yak. To sand each head of cabbage unravels its leaves the way dreams burn in the oilfires of night.
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July 15th, 2009, 3:51 am |
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