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Dranorth knew that he was close. His feeling was pinging in him quite rapidly. He knew that whatever was coming, it was something quite big. He then came up to an odd clearing. All around him the trees of the forest fell down, away from the center of the clearing, as if some great force pushed them all down with one blow. That wasn't what peeked Dranorth's intrest. What he truelly noticed was a large group of little black beasts, surrounding a giant fissure in the center of the clearing. Dranorth knew that there were too many for him to fight all at once. He dicided to hide behind the trees that were still standing up, although a little tilted. He wondered how he would lure them out to the tree line, one by one, where he can kill them withought alerting the others.
Dranorth was near the source of where his feeling lead him to. Looking around, he could tell he was in the region of the Elves. He knew that they did not want him in their presence, due to the fact that he was created by dark magic. Dranorth thought that this feeling would take him to where he could do something to make the elves accept him as an ally, or at least a non-threat. When he was in the middle of a dense forest, he heard a scream nearby. Acting on instinct, Dranorth cast a veil of darkness around him and shawdow shifted near to where he thought the scream came from. When he shifted back into the world, he was high up in the trees, falling. He quickly grabbed onto a tree, only taking off some bark from the momentum of his fall. He looked around franticly to find the being who let out that scream. He then saw an elf family, surrounded by little black creatures. The father, mother, and eldest son were fending off the creatures. There were only three of them, but they put up a fight. Dranorth jumped off the tree and landed on a creature, pounding both of his fist into the creature's face, destroying its existance and leaving behind black vapors that quickly dissipated. Dranorth then punched one of the other creatures, giving the creature a fate similar to the first. He then lashed out at the the third, only to find out that this attack failed when he found the creature hanging off his arm by its teeth. Dranorth smacked the creature out of existence as if it was a mosquito, and took a deep breath of relief knowing that he saved the elf family from doom. Only did fear engulf him when he felt an arrow hit the back of his head. The arrow only bounced off, but Dranorth knew that this family didn’t see him as friendly. Dranorth quickly shadowed shifted a mile away, his maximum shadow shifting distance, and began to walk to where his still-lingering feeling pointed him to.
Dranorth was sleeping in his cave, when he started to get a strange feeling. It was little at first, then it started to grow and grow till he could not bere it anymore. He woke up and felt the feeling pulling at him in some direction. It felt like the wrld was tearing apart. In fact, he knew the world was tearing apart. He had to follow this feeling, or elseit would consume him into madness. He got up and left the cave, going out to satisfy this feeling.
I am forced to say bump it do to the South African Cartel wants me to bump this thread or mine in their dimond mines. I swear, with this amount of dimonds, I never have to worry about losing my dimond tools!
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Dranorth knew that he was close. His feeling was pinging in him quite rapidly. He knew that whatever was coming, it was something quite big. He then came up to an odd clearing. All around him the trees of the forest fell down, away from the center of the clearing, as if some great force pushed them all down with one blow. That wasn't what peeked Dranorth's intrest. What he truelly noticed was a large group of little black beasts, surrounding a giant fissure in the center of the clearing. Dranorth knew that there were too many for him to fight all at once. He dicided to hide behind the trees that were still standing up, although a little tilted. He wondered how he would lure them out to the tree line, one by one, where he can kill them withought alerting the others.
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The next person killed the METAL genre and now we're going to kill him/her!
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The next poster shaved my mustashio!
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However, the next person created the Herobrine myths!
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However, the next person blew up the real Piramid of Giza!
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in goes the quadratic equation-
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Yep it grew, but your late for the party.
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In goes that game of Spleef-
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