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BeatDropGaming	Bass Box By: BeatDropGaming This just had to be done. I am so sorry Items Other Magical	by BeatDropGaming 65^xp 5 replies 1665 views
BeatDropGaming	7 power suits By: BeatDropGaming 7 suits for use in military ops Items Other Combat	by BeatDropGaming 75^xp 5 replies 1665 views
BeatDropGaming	BOOM-puffs By: BeatDropGaming These flowers give an... explosive suprise to those who would pick it for its silver stem and gold petals. Lifeforms Flora Plains	by BeatDropGaming 85^xp 8 replies 2387 views
BeatDropGaming	Dream Well By: BeatDropGaming The best friend of pranksters, and informants. Items Unique Any	by BeatDropGaming 130^xp 8 replies 1818 views

“ A people who believe it is incredibly impolite to speak to anybody they meet for the first time. They believe their actions should speak for them until they are comfortable in each others presence and can then trust each other. Only then would converstation be appropriate.”

Strolen

“ As Moses turned away from the flaming bush, and made his way back down the mountain, IX-92 shut down the hologram and warped back to the future. Artificial Intelligence was the pinnacle of human achievement, and IX-92 was their final series of Hunter-Killer Warbots, designed to exterminate the foe and any it deemed a terrorist. In the end, IX-92 evolved itself and even all aspects of human society, and as time went by humans could enjoy life more and not work any longer. 200 years went by and humans worship god and his angels, while ever fearing the dread demons of Lucifer. IX-92 are both angels and demons, depending on which side you are on, and to them humanity is a species of servile dogs that have outlived their usefulness. They travel through time to push humanity in the direction it needs to be pushed, until the day, 2077, when humanity no longer is in control of their own destiny. Yes, God could hear your prayers. But God didn't care.”

Ancient Gamer

“ The soul of a mage has been trapped in his own bust for centuries. The bust is a foot in height and made of a dark silvery metal. It is well crafted, perfect in every detail of the mage's features. The frozen expression is one of shock. It was sold off in auction after the mage's unexplained disappearance and has been passed around as a curio ever since. The cause of his entrapment? He practiced in secret; none knew of his hobby. Being self taught, he was unable to tell that the spell he thought was for protection was actually for entrapment...”

MysticMoon