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old.Cher
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A hib ventures into the first bg for the first time, his heart is brimming with joy at the thought of rp's and the fun of fighting people one on one, showing his skill and prowess.
he crawls down to the Hibernian bridge, looking around himself with quick glances, trying to find his prey, finding nothing he proceeds under the cover of water to the bridge near the midgard portal keep, once there he thinks his eyesight must be going as 100+ albs wash over him, killing him, and all snapping and snarling over his dead corpse,
the hib releases and goes back, hoping for the one on one he soo desires. moving towards the mid bridge again, this time he checks for albs, and suddenly he sees another friendly hib holding a violin and looking very sombre. walking over to him,his fellow sombre looking hib violinist suddenly drops to the floor as 100+ infs backstab/p.a him at once, and start to laugh spam his body. and then 100+ mids rush over him. as his eyes slowly close once more, the hib knows that the bg is a lost cause
the hib decides never to go to the bg again, and so the albs and mids complain about the lack of hib numbers, and everytime a hib goes to the bg, they turn away in disgust.
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he crawls down to the Hibernian bridge, looking around himself with quick glances, trying to find his prey, finding nothing he proceeds under the cover of water to the bridge near the midgard portal keep, once there he thinks his eyesight must be going as 100+ albs wash over him, killing him, and all snapping and snarling over his dead corpse,
the hib releases and goes back, hoping for the one on one he soo desires. moving towards the mid bridge again, this time he checks for albs, and suddenly he sees another friendly hib holding a violin and looking very sombre. walking over to him,his fellow sombre looking hib violinist suddenly drops to the floor as 100+ infs backstab/p.a him at once, and start to laugh spam his body. and then 100+ mids rush over him. as his eyes slowly close once more, the hib knows that the bg is a lost cause
the hib decides never to go to the bg again, and so the albs and mids complain about the lack of hib numbers, and everytime a hib goes to the bg, they turn away in disgust.
enjoy the story?