As I get out of the shower, I. Slick black my short hair and flex my muscles. My tattoos glisten and my skin gleams. I am a sci-fi space soldier getting ready for her mission. I am a playful Pan. Jump on my desk and flash my wooden sword at all the horrible Hooks that pass.

As with a razor blade. A proof of dedication,. Of success over failure,. Over sinking into an emotionless pit. A drop of fire blood. My whole body behind it. Farther, tighter, closer. Than I thought I could stand. And the horizon of fire spreads. And swallows my ring finger.

Come on in, we have words to spare. Ane pumped his shotgun, ejecting the spent casing. Nly three more of the undead shambled before him. Aybe Zane finally caught a bit of luck. Ut then he realized he only had two more shells. F he could just line two of them up then maybe. Ntrails exploded from his chest as the uncounted fourth added Zane to the horde. Dave removed the towel from his head.

C0PIE PAS , STU VE UN DE MEY TEXTE POUR TON BLOG TU DEMANDE . Donc normal que je regarde de travers. Meme le monde avec le cul.