*Natha Ran Down The Corridor, Changing Direction As Often As Possible, Floors Too. He Needed To Escape. But He Wanted His Ring.*
*Sprinting Up A Spiral Staircase, He Found Himself In A Room. It Was Dark And Musty. It Looked Like It Hadn't Been Entered In A Long While. Searching Through The Rubble, He Came Across Some Old Leather Armour. Slipping It On, And Grabbing A Ninja-To Which Was Lying On Top Of A Rusted Shut Chest, He Slipped Back Out Of The Room Down The Stairs. Hiding Into The Shadows, He Darted Left Past A Set Of Two Guards Unoticed. Then He Came To A Third One Guarding An Important Looking Room. Sneaking Behind Him, He Raised His Ninja-To, And Impaled Him Silently Onto It. Quickly Stealing His Key Set, He Disposed Of The Body Into A Small Closet To The Left, And Unlocked The Door He Was Guarding, And Slipped In...*
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My pokemon bring all the boys to the yard, and they're like; you wanna trade cards? Damn right, I wanna trade cards, I'll trade this but not my Charizard.
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