cream puffz!I'm like addicted 2 them u dont even know
I seriously like need 2 stop eating them!
I just finished like a box and she got another 1!!!
HELP!
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pt 14 pick or die ~ Loading from most recent memory~pt 14 pick or die
"Altair?...."I said as I blood dripped down the side of my mouth.
"Hahahaha! Altair is dead! Or atleast he will be anyway.." Al Mualim's voice getting louder as he walked closer to me.
Holding my head in his hand forcing it against the wall from which I was clunged by chains.
" Wh-what did you do?"
" Now now no need to worry F
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Hugz Your hug is something that I've kept from your arms that has been swept &nHugz
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Your turn to get hurt My hidden tears burn like fire While the my temperture rises higherYour turn to get hurt
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little too late pt13 ~Loading from most recent memory~little too late pt13
"Ahhhah!!!Shut -th-e Damn thing off!"
" Hold on Desmond we're trying!"
As time passed slower Desmonds pain grew more and more.
"Ahhh!Help!Ju-st shut it off!"
"We're trying Desmond!"The doctor yelled.
"Noooo!!Ahh!" Desmond tried gasping for breath as the voltage shocked him constantly.
"Hurry, Doctor we need to shut it off."
"No, if he survives then we would have Altair."
"But Doctor, there's no way he can survive. And I thought you said you didn't wan't to kill him just yet."
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Malik Al Sayr: ChangesMalik was worried. And for once the cause of his disquiet was not that irritating man, Altair. Nor was it the question of the Templar treasure. No, it was Majd Addin and the city of Jerusalem that caused his discomfort these days. The situation for the Assassins in the city was becoming untenable. The death of Talal and the subsequent thorough search of the city had nothing to do with making life miserable. Malik had wiped any signs of Assassin presence from under Majd Addin’s nose. His men had lain so low a scythe could not find them. Something far worse had happened. A week after Altair’s successful comletion of the task al MualimMalik Al Sayr: Changes
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- Current Residence: Suna
- Interests: video games, writing, hangin w/ friends
- Favourite movie: 300,Prom night,Batman Begins,Kickin it old school
- Favourite band or musician: linkin Park!! :XD: or sum 41
- Favourite genre of music: i have no complaints on any type of music, as long as its good
- Favourite artist: meh, i think my friends are pretty good with that stuff
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephanie Meyer
- Favourite photographer: wtF?!
- Favourite style of art: any
- Operating System: HUH?
- MP3 player of choice: ipod nano
- Shell of choice: eh?!?
- Wallpaper of choice: anything i like!
- Skin of choice: um...i like my skin right now? :O_o:
- Favourite game: God of war! Assassins creed!
- Favourite gaming platform: xbox360
- Favourite cartoon character: Gaara
- Personal Quote: dude...u just got iced...
- Tools of the Trade: weaponry!!! give me weapons! and a pen please? i'll need to write
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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.
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oops ya Malik sorry about the arm
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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.
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oops ya Malik sorry about the arm
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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.
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oops ya Malik sorry about the arm
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My name is Altair. My nature is the silence of death. My thought is as the wind. My tool is the Blade of the Assassins. I am there and gone like a flash of lightning across a stormy sky. No man is a match for me. I am the agent of change.
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