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 Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 7:52 am
Stamped by Cere and Kali! Yay!
Agreeably ripping off Junyi's stamp. BECAUSE GUELMY IS COOL TOO!
Introduction:
Well, the early bird gets the worm. Before I had a quest with another mythbase, as some of you knew, but as I would feel weird questing with the same mythbase as someone else, I've found another I love even more!
The Mboitatá of Brazilian legend.
Note: Thank you so much to everyone who helped me tweak my concept! Also so much love to everyone who supported me, and told me Guelmy was sexy. 10g for lovvins!
2/6/07 - I suck at updating. BUT WE WON THE CONTEST!
12/10/06 - Finished reworking for now. Hoping for another critique!
12/5/06 - Reworking with help from Cere's critique. <3
12/2/06 - Stamped and approved! Contest, here I come!
12/1/06 - Wow that was WAY longer than I thought it'd be! Myth is up!
11/27/06 - Indiamara's information is up, and is still just an idea. Also, myth revision is in progress.
11/17/06 - Guelmy's powers and weaknesses of such are up!
11/15/06 - Guelherme's basics and myth roots are up!
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~Nessy
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 7:55 am
Indiamara speaks:
Back before the homem branco came to our lands, we had power. Poder antigo, they would call it now, the ancient power that kept our people safe from the beasts that roamed our forest. And beasts there were. Horned diabos, great monstrous beings of the abyss. There were many. In this day we have the wild cats that ravage our children, and eat our animals.
Today, I speak of one. A wily serpente, the mboitatá. There were many of his kind, but only one speaks down through the echos of our ancestors to us today.
Fogohome, the greatest of the fire serpents dwelling amongst us.
Fogohome was a large serpentine creature, as large as five of our men lying on their bellies. His head alone was as large as myself. The terror, they say, was his great green eyes. As large as a newborn babe each, a great, glowing verde. Piercing the dark, the light, and, it was said; a man's very soul.
His home was the great river to the north, the River Viver. You can see, if you look, the scorches that his flame-ringed body left on the stones there, even today. It wreathed his body in a spectacular nimbus, and the glow above the river was a beautiful sight that many cherished. Many, who died with that as their final sight.
Travellers, our hunters, even the smallest child wandering from the village were its prey. He would even seek the smallest diabo for his meal. Fogohome, with his sibliant whisper, would offer guidance through the river, and the marsh on the other side. Or to show a lost hunter his way home again. Being a beautiful, glowing thing, all agreed. Certainly nothing so lovely could be so evil.
Beaneath the water, however, the wicked serpent's true mind worked a plan. One that almost never failed him. Many of our villagers, and others from the other great tribes were found, their eyes removed from their heads.
For that is where his power comes. The heat of our souls, drawn out through our eyes!
Many, many, many were drawn to him, and the beast Fogohome grew greater and larger in size and power. Even a few warrior bands tried to slay him, but were burned by his fires, and their eyes consumed. Until one.
Our greatest warrior, Fabión. He had killed many of the wild cats, and was said even to have killed diabos. He had a beautiful sister, Magheriña, with eyes like starlight. She was my great-great-great grandmother, the Priestess of our village. Her soul burned brightly with the power of the gods, and her eyes glowed even as the wicked mboitatá's did. Her brother realized this, and found a way to bring the wily one down.
Gathering as many men as he could, he turned Priestess Magheriña out into the forest, with nothing other than her gown, and a bit of bread. She was furious, thinking her brother had deserted her, feeding her to the monsters with callous disregard. Fogohome sensed her rage, felt her fire, and was drawn to her like a leech.
Never was he silkier. All charm, all oily help and condesension. Never would he eat her eyes! He would not consider such a thing! Home is where he intended to place such a lovely girl! So enraptured was he with her, that he failed to see, even with his great eyes; the band of warriors lurking not far from the precious Magheriña.
Gratefully, she fell into his trap, and followed him deeper into the myriad jungle. At the moment his coils started to wrap her close, so that he could suck her eyes from her head, and the fire from her soul, Fabión and his warriors struck.
The battle was great, and it seemd that Fogohome would never be defeated, even by such a legendary warrior. But nobody accounted for Magheriña. Betrayed, abused, and terrified, she flew into a rage as no man had ever seen. And no one realized. Ignored, her brother told her to hide and wait for him to fetch her.
In her immense anger, and betrayal, she made the most drastic move. That even today our village blesses her for. She drove a knife straight into the beast's eyes.
With his eyes destroyed, he had no outlet for his fire. The flame slowly withered, and his power diminished. Fabión realized his moment of glory had come, and quickly killed the massive serpente. He was lauded as hero, the greatest power to ever walk the jungle floors.
Magheriña was nearly forgotten. But would not be scorned again. She was a priestess, and the gods were on her side! Even as Fogohome took his dying breath, she sent her brother to join the mboitatá in death.
Even now, the great statue of our dead hero and Fogohome, his mishappen conquest, sits in our temple. Reminding us that nothing, nothing, is invincible! And that serpentes are the greatest danger of them all. For they are favored by the gods, and by our priestesses....
And with that, she smiled, so slowly, at Guelherme. A smile of rememberance, reminder, and even slightly, repentance.
Creation of a Monster - Fogohome's Boast
Indiamara speaks:
Now, my crianças, you know the glorious tale of Magheriña, and how a man, or monster, must never scorn a priestess of the gods.
But my tales are not entirely about her. No. They are about the serpente, Fogohome. For he was not always as they saw him. He was once, one of us. A great warrior and traveller, boasting that no one could best him. His victories in combat, and with the diabos. With his barrel chest, broad shoulders, and the strongest arms any had seen, he was indeed a force to be reckoned with.
The only thing that he did not reckon with, was the temper of the gods.
Gods are fickle creatures. Benevolent, wise, and just. But insults to their pride and glory are taken in the harshest forms imaginable. Even Fogohome's own patron god, Guerreiro, god of war and the hunt, grew annoyed with his boasts. Banding together for once in their great existances, the gods planned a way to prove once and for all if Fogohome was truly the greatest warrior who had ever lived. Or if he was a proud impostor.
Taking the form of a normal man, Guerreiro came to our village, a proud, boastful man. As proud as the man they were seeking. He told of how he had killed hundreds of diabos, and single-handedly taken over a large northern tribe. How the women threw themselves at his feet, begging to be his bride. Or his mistress.
This angered Fogohome greatly! How dare some other come to his village, his lands, and try to steal his glory. Rising to the unseen challenge, he strode into the square, voice ringing with contempt, and anger. For hours they stood there, and with each deed the one named, the other named one grander. Lies and treachery fell from the lips, but the treachery of a god is never safe. He will always carry out what he intends.
Throwing down his weapons, the god of warriors challenged Fogohome. There were, in fact, two large diabos who were plaguing the river to the south. The river Viver. Both would go and try to conquer the great beasts with a weapon of their choice. Fogohome, of course, chose the sharp daggers he was fond of. The allowed for a sneak attack, and little damage to his precious body.
The god chose only a few sticks of fire, and one plain knife. He truly needed no weapons to do away with the monster, but it was not his intent to kill the other.
Striding proudly away from the north of the village, and his opponent to the south, the god slipped from the human form he had taken, and flew on the winds to the diabo that was going to be Fogohome's trial. It was never intended to be such a fair fight, as Guerreiro knew that this man was only interested in the glory, and would lie about any deed to make himself grander. Killing the monster, the god became one of his own, wreathed in flame, with knife-like claws. Roaring with delight, and rage, he rushed the hunter with all of his might.
To his greatest surprise, the hunter did not even try to defend himself, or attack at a weak point. He simply turned and ran! The great hunter was no great warrior at all, and instead lied about his conquests. Falling to his knees in front of the diabogod, he implored that if he would just leave the village, Fogohome would send him ten ripe women to feast upon.
Enraged at this behavior, and the callous nature of his lies, Guerreiro vanished the demon, and stood in his full glory as a deity. "Your lies, and your belligerent, callous treatment of the great women that made you, have brought you to this place and time for our judgement." Now he was more terrified than ever, and made a million promises, a million entreaties. His voice was honeyed with compliments, and with promieses of great sacrifices in his honor, if only he would please go.
Unfortunately for him, the god's mind was made. "If you wish to lie and cheat like the lowest of serpents, then you shall spend your days as one! You shall depend on the passion of others, the passion and righteousness that you so lack, to survive. To make sure that you never again may commit such a crime against us, we are forever deaf to your prayers, and your pleas. Perhaps one day some true hunter may release your cowering soul, but you shall live...until then."
And with those words, a great change came upon the weak-spirited Fogohome. His eyes enlarged, his arms and legs fused into a great body, and his screams turned into the hiss of the serpent, sibilant, and nearly silent. Never again would he be able to scream, until the day his soul was released from his body. And never would he tell the truth, for lies were so seated in his heart, and in his soul, that he could not comprehend that which was so foreign to him. Until the day his soul was freed, to start anew.
Resources:;
Wikipedia - Boitata Boi-tatá [Boytata] is a monster from Brazilian folklore. Regionally it is called Boitatá, Baitatá, Batatá, Bitatá, Batatão, Biatatá, M'boiguaçu, Mboitatá and Mbaê-Tata, this last variation being the etymological form meaning fiery serpent in the Tupi language. It has great fiery eyes, by day almost blind, but by night, it sees everything. According to legend, Boi-tatá was a big serpent which survived a great deluge. To save itself, it entered a cave and rested in the darkness for centuries, so that its eyes grew. After it left the cave, it went through the fields looking for the bodies of animals to eat, but also sometimes attacked people and animals. Mboitata is the same phenomenon as the Will o' the wisp.
Everything2.org - Boitata Boitatá A snake of fire that lives deep in the rivers, only occasionally appearing to attack a prey - except that Boitatá only eats the eyes. It is said that Boitatá is bright because of the fire in the eyes of its victims. Some say it is a tortured human soul, which was put in its shameful condition after trying to outsmart the devil. Sometimes Boitatá is an ox, with fire coming out of its nose.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 7:56 am
Name:; Guelherme
Nickname:; Guelmy
Gender:; Male
Birthday:; August 15th
Zodiac Sign:; Leo
Mythbase:; Brazilian Mboitatá
Home:; A small, southeastern village near the River Vivre. Guelherme lives on a remote planet that is entirely jungle, save the continent that is fully to the east. There are scattered aboriginal villages through the forest contient, but on the eastern one lives a white-skinned, technologically-dependant race of men live. So far though, they have only the capacity of 19th century Earth. An Image of his Planet.
Appearance!
Height:; 6 feet 2 inches
Weight:; 180 pounds
Build:; Average frame. Strong shoulders, a bit thicker waist and through the hips, with lean legs.
Race:; Hispanic.
From the Neck Up:; Perhaps the most alien of Guelherme's features are from the neck up. For a male, his eyes are a bit larger, and wider than normal. In dim light, they glow from within, making his pupil seem nearly non-existant. As an effect of this, he sees rather well in the dark...obviously. Also, he prefers to stay under the cover of trees, as direct sunlight hurts his eyes. He does have fabric to put over his eyes to shade them, but he hates this kind of restriction, and resents it greatly.
Girls, at least the crazily religious ones of his villiage; love the green of his eyes though, bright as the foliage on the tropical trees of the Amazon rainforest he lives in. It's made even more striking, though Guelmy hates when you say that; by the fact that he is totally bald. Red scales creep up and cover the back of his neck, to spread over the top of his head like any hair would. Hair is replaced by golden and engine red flames, the source of his supernatural powers.
To top it all off, is Guelmy's favorite feature, something his guardian did to him when he was twelve, slitting his tongue to give it a forked, snake-like apperance. This is when he became a man. Normally, a boy of his age would be tattooed with the symbols of his village, marking him a man of the tribe. But nobody could figure out how to tattoo his scales. Indiamara, instead, slit his tongue with a blade. Ironically enough, it was the blade made from his previous incarnation's fang.
From the Neck Down:; The scales covering his head continue on the backs of his arms, and fully down his back, curving a bit over his chest on the countours of his ribs. They also spread over his hands to the knuckles of his fists, but not impeding his motor skills at all. His skin is also a peculiar color, a dirt-brushed golden color. It makes him easily seen in the green, lush jungle.
He does have legs and feet, he is no naga. The scales continue down to stop at his toes. His legs are long and lean, a tribute to his jungle trekking. Something also peculiar about him is that he is entirely double-jointed. He can bend in just about any way, and moves through the water and jungle like the snake he resembles.
Those Pesky Mental Things!
Education:; Taught in the temple by his guardian, he can read and write passably well. His math skills are all but nil, since he lives in a barter culture, and not a money-related one. There are such cultures on his planet, where the white men live, but they barter when trading with his village.
Hobbies:; Walking, running, jogging...is there anything else? Fishing as a passing hobby, more to eat than anything else.
Pets:; None. Most animals are afraid of him.
Fears:; Grabby girls, having his flame go out, heights, and very small, confined places.
Around Others:; The adopted son of the village priestess, everyone expects great things from Guelherme. Also, due to his appearance, they believe he is some sort of sign from the gods. Every time something goes on, good or bad, it is placed on his doorstep. Plague, good hunting, attacks from other villages, etc. This makes Guelmy very nervous, so he is a quiet, withdrawn young man. He has very few friends, and prefers to spend his days out in the forests, instead of with the young people of the village. Though, oddly enough, he interacts comfortably with outsiders.
By Himself:; When comfortable, he's a mischevious, slightly lazy, individual. This probably stems from his interactions with the outsider traders, who are dishonest men by profession. He'll do anything the easy way, and if he can find somewhere to hide it, he will.
Until Now...
Why Reborn?:; Fogohome, his previous incarnation, was killed by a priestess. The ancestor of his current guardian. Fogohome was also cursed to live another life, and learn the concept of truth. So when Indiamara, the near-identical personality of her ancestress came to the temple, Fogohome's soul latched onto hers and became the baby Guelherme.
Childhood:; Strange. Even as a toddler, he sensed that others thought differently of him. Children were usually kept away from him when their parents weren't about, and Indiamara drilled the need for respect and obedience to the gods early on. As he became a young child, he learned more and more about the oddities of his world, especially when a group of white traders came to the village and exclaimed about him.
This is also when he heard Mara tell them about him being a gift from the gods, a blessing on their village. Now, of course, he knows that they wanted to skin him and sell his skin for a good price. But when he first befriended them, he cared only that they weren't constantly asking him favors, or talking about the gods. Guelmy was really sick of hearing about his gods, more often than not. He had, of course, a great respect, and took care to never cross them. But every child gets sick of repeated instructions!
That is when he took to roaming the jungle. He was small enough to avoid the notice of the larger monsters that remained, which were few. And when the smaller ones saw him, he simply ran. The first time he killed one, Indiamara slit his tongue as part of his entry into manhood.
Powers!
Manipulation:; Using the flames on his body, mainly his head, he can pull flames out and mold them as he wishes, and even cast them off of his body as weapons.
Weakness of this Power:; Guelherme's flames are an indication of his strength. When they burn brightest, he is at his strongest. Physically, mentally, immune-wise. But if he pulls too much fire off, and the fires go out, he is as weak as a newborn, and can't even walk. This is very dangerous, and Guelherme has to recharge after this.
Recharge:; If Guelherme needs more strength for any reason, be it he wants to fight, or has fought too hard, he needs some help to do it. Any warm-blooded creature, be it human, mammal, or bird is sussceptible to this. By holding them close and concentrating, he can leech the warmth, the essence, out of the person or thing he is holding.
Weaknesses of this Power:; This is VERY dangerous, especially if a friend of Guelmy's is doing it. If he takes too much warmth, or loses control of the power, he can kill with it. On small animals, he usually DOES kill with it, thus their fear of him. Also, while doing this, he is totally defenseless. He can't move until he breaks the connection, and definately cannot mold his fires.
Enhanced Swimming:; Guelherme can hold his breath for a minute or two longer than any normal being, as he uses it to hunt for things to leech of energy for his fires. Not to mention he likes swimming.
Weaknesses of this Power:; This power causes his fire to dim.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 7:58 am
Nickname:; Mara
Gender:; Female
Age:; 35
Looks:; A tall, slightly overweight woman, Indiamara is the typical woman of her village. Because she is the priestess, she doesn't physically work hard, thus the extra weight. She has the duskily tanned skin of the natives, and her hair hangs in a straight black river to her waist. It's tangled with beads, bones, and colored fabric strands. Mara's eyes are a deep chocolate brown, and are almost always as hard as agates.
Education:; The best that can be offered in a remote, religious village. She's a wealth of knowledge on religious lore.
Vocation/occupation:; Village Priestess
Status and money:; Money is immaterial to her, since Guelherme provides most of their food for them. As far as status goes, she is involate. Should anyone attack her, their lives are forfeit, as she is the voice of the deities.
Marital status:; Virgin.
Family:; Guelherme, the strange boy she adopted and cares for.
Diction, accent, etc:; She speaks with a rich, melodious voice. She has no accent, but speaks with educated diction.
Relationships:; None.
Recreation, hobbies:; Praying. Is there anything else?
Obsessions:; Praying, and her gods.
Beliefs:; There are a pantheon of gods, but one goddess in particular that protects their village.
Politics:; What are those?
Ambitions:; All have been fulfilled.
Superstitions:; Even she believes that Guelherme is some blessing from the gods, and treats him accordingly. He's not abused, but neither is she remotely affectionate with him.
Fears:; Displeasing her goddess, losing her status as priestess, the open.
Attitudes:; Extremely formal, and not at all kind. She instructs with an intolerance that borders on the fanatic.
Character flaws:; She's a religious fanatic. Anything remotely blasphemous and heretical, and she might very well kill you. As it is, blasphemy is punishable by a beating, and blasphemy is solely at her discresion.
Character strengths:; Very intelligent, and at least keeps Guelherme well-cared for, since he is a "sign".
Astrological sign:; Taurus
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 7:59 am
Guelherme's one prized posession. He traded with his friends for the globe charm, and filled it with a small amount of his body's fire. This is for use in the most dire emergency, where there is no recharge source to be found. Extremely useful, Guelmy cherishes it.
ZOMGCEREARTS!
Because I am that talented, I am rumored to win the Fa'e contest on Guelmy's fantastic singing ability alone! This is Guelmy memorialized on his center-stage moment that wins us the prize! Done by Cerena, who has FANTASTIC talent. Can you not see it? I can!
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 8:01 am
Yes! Critique!
I want criqitues. Tell me what I am doing wrong. If you think it sucks, please tell me.
BUT!
Tell me why, and tell me what you think I could be doing better. I don't care if you're a Guardian, if you're a questor, if you're God. I don't care if you don't like it if you're not willing to tell me why!
Thanks!
PS: Don't be afraid of bad language.
Risth is my hero. Totally. SO COOL DOOD. Check out her amazingly detailed Children of Lir quest here.
We all know Junyi is awesome. Apparently, so is her quest! Go lookit this!
Kyr is such a sweetheart, and one of my first friends at Fa'e! Her Merlin quest is hilarious! Laugh aloud here!
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 10:11 pm
Awesome! Wikipedia says:
It has great fiery eyes, by day almost blind, but by night, it sees everything. According to legend, Boi-tatá was a big serpent which survived a great flood. To save itself, it entered a cave and rested in the darkness for centuries, so that its eyes grew. After it left the cave, it went through the fields looking for the bodies of animals to eat, but also sometimes attacked people and animals. Mboitata is the same phenomenon as the Will o' the wisp.
Have you searched under some of the alternate spellings? You might find some more English information that way.
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 8:58 am
kalindara Awesome! Wikipedia says: It has great fiery eyes, by day almost blind, but by night, it sees everything. According to legend, Boi-tatá was a big serpent which survived a great flood. To save itself, it entered a cave and rested in the darkness for centuries, so that its eyes grew. After it left the cave, it went through the fields looking for the bodies of animals to eat, but also sometimes attacked people and animals. Mboitata is the same phenomenon as the Will o' the wisp. Have you searched under some of the alternate spellings? You might find some more English information that way.
So now I'm working on getting all the info compiled before I post anything. It's a long work week, so I should motivate myself eventually.
^^
Thanks so much for looking around though! I appreciate it greatly!
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 7:26 pm
I wish I could search offline for you, but the only myth resources I have are for Asian myths and angels. A couple years back if I'd still be with my parents... now they had a really nice library to search through (but they need it, being teachers).
Good luck searching, though! Next time I stop by a book store, I'll see what they have in their mythology section...
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 7:13 pm
I'm trying to see if my ex-English teacher/friend Alisha has any books on it. I can grab them from her when I'm down in Florida for Xmas.
Hopefully the contest isn't before then.
xD
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:57 pm
Awesome, loving the appearence and myth merging! Though I do wonder - what with being a river serpent, are his fingers and toes webbed or otherwise modified for swimming?
Don't forget his personality. From the small bits you mentioned during appearence and powers, he sounds quite arrogant *lol* That's not bad, just make sure he's arrogant in different ways to any current fa'e.
He sounds a bit sporty with all the running and swimming... It'd be nice to have an athlete in our midst xd
For other powers or habits, perhaps one or two things from normal will'o'the'wisps? Also wondering if the glowing eye thing or eating of eyes will come into it... Plus, what his own thoughts on the leeching of warmth and killing of small animals? You said the animals were scared, I want to know what he thinks of all this ^_^
Awesome work so far, please keep it up! heart
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 9:28 am
I don't think arrogant is the word for it. He's intimidated by what others think of him, since his guardian is going to be the village Priest. He lives in the temple, and they think he's some kind of sign from the gods of favor on the village.
That's a bit intimidating. So he feels more comfortable around people that are totally ignorant of his village's culture. But because the only men that come through the forest are traders, and they aren't very honest men, he's a sneaky individual.
Also fitting to his serpent's roots.
As to the will o' the wisp, I'm trying to find a way to fit it in. That part of him is secondary, so I'm having a hard time with it. Things will come together better with more research, I think.
And as for the animals...they're afraid of him because he has to chase them down, and then he sucks the warmth out of them. And usually, the life.
So, of course, they are afraid of him.
I haven't yet decided how/if I'm going to give him water-adapted appendages. I may do it as a fine membrane, or I may give him one over his eyes as well. It's a work in progress, it really is.
Thanks for bringing all this to light though! This is totally what I wanted.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 10:53 am
Man, ok, I'm going to sound totally picky here. Your mythbase more than meets the requirements for Fa'e, and I see no problems with your quest that would make me deny you a stamp -- BUT I would really like to see the myth you write out for Guelmy before I approve the entire thing.
The way the rules are set up, you'd have to submit your concept in for re-approval once you finished writing out the myth anyway, I think. I don't want to stamp this and then come to find that you've misinterpreted a rule somewhere and have to rewrite your myth and have me go "OH AND I HAVE TO REVOKE THIS STAMP NOW."
When you are done, you are completely free to submit your request again! I look forward to seeing what you'll do with it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:53 pm
No problem. I just got the go-ahead for the myth today, and it didn't occur to me that "Ohsnap, I forgot."
And no. You're not picky. It's THE major part that's missing. Thanks for pointing it out to me.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:23 am
:ninjas: I will try to offer suggestions sometime soon pour vous! <3
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