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Post by Psycho Duck on Jun 5, 2007 19:24:45 GMT -5
Psycho Duck stood on the beach looking over the vast emptiness of the water. He felt so alone on the island. Everyone seemed to have left for other lands or jumped ship. Nothing exciting happened since the snowball fight and then... everything seemed to go.
People leaving the poor trading town. No one came to his weapon store. No wars to fight, no demons to protect against. Everything was boring.
Psycho Duck leaned back as he let the sun beat down upon his brow. Wished something exciting would soon happen or he might just jump a ship himself.
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Post by Psycho Duck on Jun 8, 2007 15:02:42 GMT -5
He could almost make out the sails in the distant. Ships that just seemed to pass the island by. Nothing to see here. Nothing anymore. Psycho Duck poked at the sand with a stick and swirled it around into a runic symbol. The symbol upon completion burst into flames. Psycho Duck watched the flame dance as the sun began to sink in the distance. Soon the tide will go out again, revealing even more empty wet beach.
Psycho Duck didn't mind the cold on the beach, wrapped in several layers of long clothing. He didn't mind being alone either. It was somehow peaceful.
"Alone in my private world." He smiled. He reached up and took the mask away from his face. He let the moonlight bask over his burnt and mutilated face. He pulled back his hood to reveal his long brown hair. He shook it free from the locks as he looked over the ocean again with his blood red eyes. He felt free.
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