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Post by The New Student Dean on Nov 22, 2011 17:49:12 GMT -8
Prelude To Flashbacks The room was walled in concrete with white painted white, reflecting the light from the bulb above in an aggravating way. Sitting bound, blindfolded, and with his headgear sealed was the Dean. His normally composed self was hunched forward, breathing haggardly, as the small vents in the ceiling continued playing the familiar screams. Hundreds of comrades laid to waste.
Yes, the Dean had been missing and for quite some time.
---Creaking sounds suddenly greeted him in this place where he lost time, the recorded soundtrack only playing louder. It was him.
"...You... cunt..."
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Post by Der Oberst on Nov 22, 2011 17:55:26 GMT -8
"Ock, du do not like et?" "Et iz a song for you." [/color][/center]
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