

Tobias The DevoutTobias sat on a pew in the darkened, abandoned church, illuminated only by a shaft of moonlight coming through the large stain-glassed ceiling. It had become quite decrepit since he had once lived here. His large muscular body was hunched over causing his thick with robe to crumple. His bald head hung in his lap, the oversized cross he wore around his neck hung loosely from its chain. He twirled his large war hammer in his bloodstained hands as he mused on previous events. He couldn’t remember the last time he had just sat and thought like this (he couldn’t even remember his old name), horrible thoughts swirled around his mind as he reflectedTobias The Devout
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if your scitsofrenic and you try to commit suicied would that be considered a hostage situation?
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What we do in life...echoes into eternity!
my two pennies r in now
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Told You I Was A Basterd
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I got nothing
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