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Storm
"Um...guys...I think our host wants us to follow him..."
Storm musters the inner strength to face this turn of events and heads down the same path. All the while, he tried keeping his eyes directed and focused on the back of the man(man???) he was following, hearing the others behind him scuffling along, but not wanting to turn to look at them for fear of finding some thing of beauty upon the walls of the hallway that would hold him trapped like the last time. It was really wierd. He knew that he was attracted to beautiful things, but he had never been entranced so by any object like that before. Maybe this had something to do with his newfound unlife.
[ 01-02-2004, 12:05 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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