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Old 04-21-2015, 03:45 PM   #378
Chief Rum
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Join Date: Oct 2000
Location: Where Hip Hop lives
A quiet night in the swamp falls over the village, as chicadas creak and water plumps as the gators sink below the water surface.

Despite the ugliness of the day, it is a peaceful Creole evening.

You all get a good night's sleep--or at least most of you.

There is a high pitched scream! You all rush over to the shack where the scream came from, only to discover JAG's wife in tears before his bloody body!

JAG's throat was cut and he is dead!

JAG was a Hunter, and the Bully. He was a regular villager.
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I would rather be wrong...Than live in the shadows of your song...My mind is open wide...And now I'm ready to start...You're not sure...You open the door...And step out into the dark...Now I'm ready.

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