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sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com2010-02-13 12:16 am
Game 73
Who: The Flock
Where: The Arena
When: Day 107, eearly morning
All was silent through the twisted tunnels of Sabra La Tau. The morning torches began to light, and the flock began to graze.
It was quite the ordinary routine for everyone but the poor, weary blanks. Dutifully they continued to play the game, hoping to protect their loved ones. But were they protecting friends or foes? Just how close were the sheep to ending the game, or ending their lives. . .
Let's read on to find out!
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Where: The Arena
When: Day 107, eearly morning
All was silent through the twisted tunnels of Sabra La Tau. The morning torches began to light, and the flock began to graze.
It was quite the ordinary routine for everyone but the poor, weary blanks. Dutifully they continued to play the game, hoping to protect their loved ones. But were they protecting friends or foes? Just how close were the sheep to ending the game, or ending their lives. . .
Let's read on to find out!
((Mingle/DEERP // Vote Pt 1 // Vote For Reals // Paper Animals ))