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Nov 27, 2006 19:41:55 GMT -5
Post by josh on Nov 27, 2006 19:41:55 GMT -5
its astory we are making ask tammy if u can join in because the measage board is as much her as it is mine i just made it she has all the same powers as i do
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Nov 27, 2006 20:47:57 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Nov 27, 2006 20:47:57 GMT -5
anyone who wants to join: just tell me if you want to be part of Josh's dream or sharing the dream as another victim of the reefer, and I'll add you in.
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Nov 30, 2006 1:07:45 GMT -5
Post by fantasylover on Nov 30, 2006 1:07:45 GMT -5
I don't know, let me think....
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Dec 2, 2006 17:44:15 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Dec 2, 2006 17:44:15 GMT -5
so josh, do you go down the path?
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Dec 2, 2006 17:56:41 GMT -5
Post by josh on Dec 2, 2006 17:56:41 GMT -5
yes
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Dec 2, 2006 18:09:46 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Dec 2, 2006 18:09:46 GMT -5
as you step onto the purple dirt-like path you find yourself surrounded by the errie still metallic trees. You look behind you and your path is blocked by those trees. you can't see past them their bunched so thick on the path behind you. there was no turning back now. You continue along the path for a couple minutes before you come to a giant sprawling oak tree. this tree had silver leafs and green bark that sparkled like emeralds. the tree was centered in a meadow of tall blue grass. the grass was blade like and there didn't seem to be a way through it.
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Dec 2, 2006 18:14:26 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Dec 2, 2006 18:14:26 GMT -5
you hear that soft voice again, seeming to murmer into your ear "do you have the strength of heart to reach the silver leafs? or will you be shredded on the razor grass?" there was a pause and the voice seemed to hesitate, "is your path stronger than the land?"
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Dec 2, 2006 18:25:11 GMT -5
Post by josh on Dec 2, 2006 18:25:11 GMT -5
"what do you mean!!!!!"
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Dec 2, 2006 18:29:21 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Dec 2, 2006 18:29:21 GMT -5
you hear a voice so soft that at first you weren't sure you heard it at all, "your path...look for the path..."
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Dec 2, 2006 18:31:53 GMT -5
Post by josh on Dec 2, 2006 18:31:53 GMT -5
my path dont go tell me more
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Dec 2, 2006 18:37:05 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Dec 2, 2006 18:37:05 GMT -5
"look to your path..." you look down at the path you are walking on and you notice the purple dirt leads into the grass, but the blade like grass is growing in your path. "walk your path..." the voice whispers in your ear.
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Dec 2, 2006 18:38:14 GMT -5
Post by josh on Dec 2, 2006 18:38:14 GMT -5
ok he keeps on walking
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Dec 2, 2006 18:53:46 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Dec 2, 2006 18:53:46 GMT -5
you come very close to the razor grass. you reach forward to gently try and push the blades of grass to the side so you can squeeze by. but your hand touches nothing... you can see the razor grass, but your hand passes harmlessly through it. you carefully walk further into the imaginary grass. the further you walk through it the more confident you get. until you hit a blade that's real. your hand brushes a real blade and blood wells across the cut on the back of your hand. it burns, but isn't a deep cut. you look down at your path and notice that it has gotten thinner. you have to turn sideways to continue but you notice that the path continues to thin as you move along and soon you can't continue along the path without brushing along the blades on both sides. you are very close to the tree though, another two feet and you can reach the tree and start to climb...
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Dec 2, 2006 18:57:20 GMT -5
Post by josh on Dec 2, 2006 18:57:20 GMT -5
ok i get to the tree geting many cut's in the proses
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Dec 2, 2006 19:15:35 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Dec 2, 2006 19:15:35 GMT -5
as you drag your bleeding and flayed body into the tree you nearly fall many times from slipping on your slippery blood which is making the emerald bark slick and slippery. you finally come within reach of a silvery leaf. you stretch out leaning over the deadly expanse of razor grass, you reach a little farther, farther, farther....suddenly you slip, flailing your arms you snatch the leaf from the limb of the tree and reach for a handhold to keep you from falling to your death. you miss the limb you reached for and with that silver leaf in your hand you plundge toward the spikes of grass.
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