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This is Jasonville's alt

Dark network

Sounds good.

Ter imparedeltresse



Nikodragaea wrote:Hi


Ter imparedeltresse

Ter imparedeltresse wrote:hi

Hi there!

Happy New Year, Everyone!

Armaros and Bosna i hercrgovina

Princess Shadow wrote:Happy New Year, Everyone!

And to you!

Bosna i hercrgovina

St constatine


Happy 10th anniversary, fellow Incognitians!

Hi Unknown!

Upon the planned completion of their vacation estate in northern Demy Fiyeriter, a a Shemite billionaire has additionally, and unexpectedly, purchased the vast bulk of a large forest adjacent to their property for the sole purpose of stocking and hunting Humans.


Mekeeling igia

Hey this Unrealism alt

Unrealism has an alt here? Man, that's totally Unreal

Kshrlmnt and Unrealism

Hello there.

Noth sland

Noth sland wrote:hey

Heyo o/

Noth sland wrote:hey

I'd say hi but Armaros has already done that and if I did it now, it'd be awkward so...


says hi

Perzerralis wrote:says hi

*waves back*

If We Must Die
By Claude McKay

If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursèd lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

Princess Shadow, Transnational corporations, Rammeludia, Savaer, and 2 othersUlto, and Armaros

The archipelago territory

Dark network wrote:Sounds good.


William Cullen Bryant

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

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