by The Kingpin » Sun Oct 26, 2008 11:14 pm
"Um...Drake? i think you're losing your touch" said Mike with mock nervousness as he looked at the score board. Spencer had pulled off 930 hits in the time limit. "Not bad, Spence. not bad at all" said Drake, giving a few applauding claps before downing the last of his water. "Eh. i try. you're not so bad yourself" said Spencer, crossing his arms, still puffing on the cigarette that never left his mouth. for some reason, the cigarette smoke didn't carry a scent. nottobacco, or of any other thing. it had a strangely spicy scent to it, somewhat like cinnamon. Drake shrugged at the comment, then looked at Nyx. "Nyx, Spencer. Spencer, Nyx" he said...
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The Kingpin on Mon Oct 27, 2008 1:23 pm, edited 1 time in total.
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG