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Merry Christmas to all, and Sooner BE SAFE!
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Great Card. I love it.
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Last of the cards were mailed today. Family cards went out finally as well. =D
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About 1/2 went out yesterday and the other half will go out this weekend after I pick up more stamps.
I want what's on Ny's card under my tree! -
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Seconded!
Now why I play on Proitector is that I have friends here, I also play with friends on other servers as well. If I want to make sure I don't play with jerks,(except myself) I solo. ;p -
Please note that all cards to Pax will be boxed up and shiped to her secret lair.
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Just a note, I am the tiggy in game, Tiggy was a taken forum name when I joined the forums. In case folks were wondering.
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Well Pax twisted my arm, so I will sign up and see if my cards all arrive open again this year. ;p
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With my Sig, you expected something else?
Don't worry I don't kill friends. -
Killer 80%
Explorer 67%
Achiever 40%
Socializer 13%
Reward Driven: Who needs another cookie? -
Sorry,
This is all you get. It is in a sense a VERY short summary of a very LONG story knocking around in my brain the last few months. -
Once we were useful....now obsolete
Once we were helpful....now an embaressment
Once we were needed....now discarded
Once we were secret weapons to win a war, now we are an embaressing secret to be disposed of. They tried to freeze us, starve us, shoot us, everything except to burn us; for to burn us was to spread our infection; and nothing worked. Finally they tried some new technology, a glowing ring: we were sent through it in groups with the ring to be destroyed after us; and so we wound up here.
Here where:
Once we were infected....now healthy
Once we were insane....now stable
Once we were in pain....now focused
Once we were death....now life
I am Unit 241. I am alive and I am FREE. -
Did the story about the Sooner sisters ever finish?
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Once...
Once there was sanity....now madness
Once there was health....now infection
Once there was pleasure....now agony
Once we had names....now designations
Who gives a name to a bullet or bomb? All that we are, is to be weapons of madness and infection. We go where we are commanded; destroy, infect and spread the pain. In time we are destroyed and all that remains is a random tooth and a charred bone for an empty grave.