Posted on: 10-01-2007 06:16:12
It's late and Whitetiger is tired. All he can think of is is warm, soft bed. So he steps into his bed and falls asleep. But after a couple of hours he suddenly wakes up. Did he hear a noise downstairs? Silently he steps out of his bed, grabs his gun and walks down. In the light of the moon, shining through the window, he sees a huge sawed off pointing at his head. And then there's darkness...In Memoriam: ]../user.php?idn=151455
GAME OVER
Honesty may not win friends, but it can touch hearts.
It's not that I hate you, its just.. that I dont like you