"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Scartabellando furiosamente

Mi sto ricordando perché avevo smesso di fare il master.
Dio santo che fatica…

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Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

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5 Comments
  • Damiani
    Posted at 18:07h, 21 March Reply

    BUONA PASQUA SHELIDON!

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  • HowlingWolf
    Posted at 09:42h, 25 March Reply

    Master di?

    La butto li’: Vampires?

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 10:50h, 25 March Reply

    Indovinato.

  • Quadrilatero
    Posted at 01:28h, 02 April Reply

    Io ho smesso di fare il master da qualche mese perché… ho litigato con un giocatore e il gruppo s’è spezzato. Peccato, non m’era mai successo.

  • utente anonimo
    Posted at 08:46h, 02 April Reply

    Mi dispiace davvero… sono le cose peggiori. Troverai un altro gruppo, dai.

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