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Dead_lifeElectricity, fucking electricity. He wasnt sure why he hadnt felt it before. He was, after all, born from the shit. He writhed against the clamps, shook the restraints until he was positive the archaic chair would rock itself off balance on the floor. The bolts held it fast. The damper in his chest throbbed over his heart, subduing the charge in his body, turning him weak. It bled and burned the hellish black chunk of scrap metal thrummed in time to his terrorized heart. He knew he was going to die, he would be ended at the switch under theDead_life
I need to get them pictures together...
Speaking of which, I might have two of the stories done tonight. And how are you these days?
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Anthem Ragnarok Online: Celia64
On HARDCORE writer's block.
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Take your time though, lol. I still need to ship you Mr. IBM...
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Anthem Ragnarok Online: Celia64
On HARDCORE writer's block.
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if only love were like a video game.....if it started to get bad, turn it off and start over where last saved
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"Art is a revolt against fate."
-Andre Malraux
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