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 Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 6:39 pm
All right, I don't actually have a joke for the good all GB. I don't know whether to make a crack at tea or ale for this one. No posting outside your country unless of course you are not there anymore. Remember, we can't just "warp" from country to country. PM any emails or phone calls to each other.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 7:26 pm
((...careful there, rycie-kun. XD))
"Shut it, old man!" came the surging scream as object after heavy, expensive object was thrown down one of the many staircases of that familiar, gigantic mansion. The target, who stood there furiously with a face as heated as his scarlet tie. He was not hit, of course, as servants around him ran frantically about, and continued to yell insignificant things at the source of the disturbance.
"Who ******** cares about the Seven Years War?!" came the outraged, screeching reply that shook the whole room, "And I certainly don't need any more bloody crap from you!"
Slamming the door shut with more than adequate force, Ashika Kirika grimaced, dead angry, as the sounds of shattering statues outside her room sounded behind her. But even so, the girl managed to look gorgeous--gorgeous as she had always been, being the halfie that she was. Of course, in this case, it was more of a dangerous, Black Widow sort of beauty than anything. Sighing, the black-haired girl collapsed into her swirly chair halfway across an enormous, luxurious bedroom and crossed her legs atop of that expensive-looking mahogany desk that held her precious computer. Loosening the tie to her school uniform with a tug of a finger, she curled her upper body down enough for her to grab a strange box that had been lying on the nearby carpet. Rolling back up, she sighed as she popped out the CD inside and tossed the rest of it back onto the floor behind her, abandoning the installing instructions.
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It was only a few minutes later that a grin spread across her face. The computer was set up and installation was set. Pressing the 'play' button, written in a foreign language, a curling smirk twisted its way across Ashika's soft lips as she set the virtual helmet atop her pretty head. This should be the perfect way to elude the evils of homework land...
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