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Just got into the finals of the Ural Steel tourney in world of tanks. I'm off to Russia next month to compete in the finals. I'll see about hanging around here more because I like you guys.

Not sure if I'm back, maybe I'll just spam the forums. For the good part of a long time I've become addicted to World of Tanks. I found that Jiang plays this too, but he doesn't play at a level I do. Anyway, I was reminded of you guys and told there were too many newbs. I've come to... uhh... do...

MRRRRRPHH PHHHYYRRR MRRRRRR!!!!! ... Mrrrrphmrrryyyph mrrrr.

God awful. Can not believe you lot keep such a thing around.

Lol.

The only way a laptop company will repair your laptop under warrantee is if you send it away. A local repair place with A+ certified guys can fix it. If they charge you more than $200 for the repair you're being over-charged.

He could see the training, aggressive undertones, a potential for darkness. That kind of training would need to be tended to, he would need to be groomed to a proper Jedi. That would take time, but training was a group effort in these times. "I can see you've had some instruction, but you've...

Inside, Vortigen sat on a bench to the right. The room was conservatively lit with cheap lights; enough to give a good view of things but not for any close view of things. Vortigen held a slender piece of metal in his hand. It was a single sided blade, a kind that some Jedi with a fondness for...

It's more a style that one can weave into their own form in order to put an enemy off their guard than anything else.

The master capable of fighting like that at all could not keep it up and lost. Three blades isn't better unless you have three hands. Humanoids could never accomplish this.

Vortigen was in no stance to be acrobatic, so he was forced to break from what would usually have been a crushing series of strikes and spinning his blade to deflect the low strike. As the blade met his own he kicked out at Kemp's torso, luckily Voritgen wasn't wearing combat boots.

Cock.

1. I burn Furries. 2. I choose you. 3. I'm Ruukil, I do not respect variations of my name. You will burn.

I know a Gonzo that I played TF2 with.

This furry must die above all else.

I am now emperor of the site. Obey me and get on your knees.

Vortigen allowed his combatant to execute his attack with as little interference as possible. The parries could not be called graceful, powerful like the armor of a battleship. The attacks would strike the strongest of arms, Vortigen would stop holding back. "Graceful flourishes will do little...

Their blades clashed and Vortigen was pleased. The padawan had completed a maneuver beyond that of a novice. It was the beginnings of development, time to amp it up a little. He held his blade against the padawans for a moment, only needing one hand on the blade to match the strength of his...

Impressive work m'lady. You did the art and the writing so all the more impressive.