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3/21/2015 5:50:26 PM
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His body lays on that desolate plain, with no activity in his brain or body. Broken glass lays in his hand... Obsidian glass....
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 3/21/2015 5:55:15 PMI see you used my gift that means I now have your soul *teleports to your corpse* *holds your soul in my hands and places it back inside of you* I'm the wise wolf and you accepted my advice so you should come back to us soon. if you want to come back I'll wait by your side until you do *sits down and waits patiently next to you*
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If you truly knew me, wolf, then you would know that the Atlas Centurions have no souls. *sits up Atlas doesn't truly have nukes. What I used attacked neural and cardiac muscles. I froze myself with your gift just before the nuke was detonated. You have my thanks, but not my soul...
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Well then it must have been someone else's soul well now you have their knowledge of their life
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Well then...
