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King Of Beasts |
Aug 16 2013, 11:18 AM
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Ancient

Joined: 15-November 12
From: Imperial City,Cyrodiil

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I'm not a murderer anyway, lol It would be pretty cool to be a mod  But I really couldn't see myself as a mod, lol
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Bruh ☠ï¸
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Darkness Eternal |
Aug 16 2013, 06:04 PM
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Master

Joined: 10-June 11
From: Coldharbour

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QUOTE(Black Hand @ Aug 16 2013, 03:27 PM)  Those who crave power, are the ones who should never have it.
Those who have power, are afraid to lose it. If I became a mod ... well, use your imagination.
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And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed. I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below—above the vaulted sky.â€
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mirocu |
Aug 16 2013, 06:05 PM
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Spam Meister

Joined: 8-February 13
From: [CLASSIFIED]

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QUOTE(Darkness Eternal @ Aug 16 2013, 07:04 PM)  QUOTE(Black Hand @ Aug 16 2013, 03:27 PM)  Those who crave power, are the ones who should never have it.
Those who have power, are afraid to lose it. If I became a mod ... well, use your imagination. Oh, the horror!*faints*
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Lol birdIt matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
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Darkness Eternal |
Aug 16 2013, 06:07 PM
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Master

Joined: 10-June 11
From: Coldharbour

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QUOTE(mirocu @ Aug 16 2013, 06:05 PM)  QUOTE(Darkness Eternal @ Aug 16 2013, 07:04 PM)  QUOTE(Black Hand @ Aug 16 2013, 03:27 PM)  Those who crave power, are the ones who should never have it.
Those who have power, are afraid to lose it. If I became a mod ... well, use your imagination. Oh, the horror!*faints* You'd love me.
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And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed. I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below—above the vaulted sky.â€
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