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Post by maskedsinger01 on Dec 2, 2011 20:28:03 GMT -5
Vincent, with a half-hearted "goodbye" picked up the wheel. It was missing a few spokes, but that was it. Reattaching it, the boy child of Aphrodite grimly smiled. This was something he had to do- start the motions for Olympus to crumble like dust between his fingers.
"Look out, my fellows. The war begins."
((scenario complete))
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Post by maskedsinger01 on Dec 10, 2011 17:02:06 GMT -5
((You may archive this scenario, if you so choose.))
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