| when_it_seems_there_are_no_more_bonus_realms | ||
| somebody |
Oh! Troubled do I step, no canter in my trot, for it_seems there be not any bonus realms yet untouched. Oh, these thoughts, of bonus realms I can not know, of bonus realms whose doors reveal themselves not unto I... With languor do I go; no_words can console me, when_it_seems_there_are_no_more_bonus_realms! It is more than I can bear, it is more than I can suffer, unless I have good drugs. Good drugs, or a real sense of purpose. Or a lover, true_love could transcend this slagheap, this slagheap of the mind that is born of the horrid, creeping sensation that there are no more bonus_realms, no more bonus realms yet untouched. |
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| bonus realm |
it's infinite, you fool. (life is what you make it) |
070412 |
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| . | i click my pen sir | 070412 |
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| . | There are always more bonus_realms. | 070413 |
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oh ! :-) |
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