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Tetrismonkey wrote:But your on PPT....

Come off please.

Guild wrote:im on ppt now so you will have chance to be informed of this.

Tetrismonkey wrote:But your on PPT....
Come off please.

Juliette wrote:

Tetrismonkey wrote:But your on PPT....
Come off please.

Interfere and get your alliance massed.

Neither party needs you. Nick can defend himself well enough.

Haz wrote:

Juliette wrote:

Tetrismonkey wrote:But your on PPT....
Come off please.

Interfere and get your alliance massed.
Neither party needs you. Nick can defend himself well enough.

But wouldn't that be you interfering yourself?
Good luck to both sides

Juliette wrote:

Haz wrote:

Juliette wrote:

Tetrismonkey wrote:But your on PPT....
Come off please.

Interfere and get your alliance massed.
Neither party needs you. Nick can defend himself well enough.

But wouldn't that be you interfering yourself?
Good luck to both sides

After all, this is a conflict between Guild and 1horse.. and having seen both in action, I would lean in favour of my former CO.
Sorry G.

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One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see."
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When the man comes around.

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When the man comes around.

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The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
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Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
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When the man comes around.

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One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.

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And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
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And Hell followed with him.