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He gazed out westward and pondered for a minute. The cool wind entered through the eye openings and mouth cut-out of his mask and he felt…
Mar 27, 2013
Forward until in dawn, in the dark morning hours and under the mid-day sun we advance.
Mar 25, 2013
Chronicles of the tales, poems of the future events now only written in the histories of the long forgotten Toy Warz.