Post by Weeping Willow on Jun 23, 2006 6:02:34 GMT -5
Strolling idoly into his thresh-hold, he sighed. Gasping in the stale air, he exhaled it back out. Pirahnas flew out of the liquid, taking tiny insects into their grasp. He stared blankly at the horizon. What should i do now? He asked himself inaudibly. (did i say that rite? Inaudibly?)
