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Published on 29-07-2010 12:24 PM
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The morning air was cold, damp, and choked with the odour of blood, scat, piss, sulfur, sweat. Everywhere along the rock strewn snow speckled hillside the last wispy gasps of air burst from the lips of
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OK, well its about that scale then!
Ramshackle Games Post Apoc biker gang
Ramshackle_Curtis on 25-07-2010