Post by admin of LT on Dec 29, 2006 13:48:39 GMT -5
Staggering through the woods, a lone stag wanders. A dark sky is overhead. Walking through the trees, his opticals glance heavenward. There is a change in the sky, the clouds are parting. He throughs a glance towards the earth. It is no longer covered with snow. Looking forward, the terrain is no longer woods. Like everyone in this strange land, they all have one thing in common; they were lost.
Hitler became lost. The land pulls you in, and its impossible to get out. Sure, you can go with the lives you had before you were lost, but none will ever be the same.
This is my wild horse RPG, so go ahead and look around. and join. yes, join. *throws cookies everywhere*
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