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Old 03-02-2008, 01:44 PM   #409
Nogrod
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Originally Posted by Volo View Post
This might be a bad time for losing hope, but I'll do it anyway. :/ Then again no time is good for that, at least withought going deep into the meaning of hope and the fabrics of the universe.


But even taking a realistic stance to the universe and everything from the point of view of our "village" it means we can't afford too many votes that miss their target. Actually two badly advised votes will be the downfall of us if my maths are correct. So let's not throw hasty votes today as the wolves may capitulate on them pretty easily with their sheer numbers.

And I'm yet again getting the feeling that I should once more reconsider everything I have thought this far. Kind of dejá vu -thing. I mean there are people around who with any basic ww-logic should not be here anymore, myself included. It feels like some people are now just sitting back and relaxing, sipping their cups of tea and smiling cunningly...

Btw. I'm having a pile of essays to read today and tomorrow so I may not participate as much as I would by I will try to post something before I go to sleep today... I mean there's a lot to look at...

(OOC Without that mock-fairytale ending that narration would have been just insufferable! Reading such a touching narration of one's own daughter's death is not a pleasant experience...)

EDIT: X'd from Lommy onwards
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