Adventures
- Events that can be placed almost anywhere
old abandoned house to explore evil cult sumoning ritual
Caravan that needs protecting
Enemy camp with boss
I'm not exactly sure about this, can someone explain if this is a sort of... continually updatable(sp) and changing quest system, so that we never run out of different adventures to go on with our party?
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- USAFNBC
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So... The only people who are against abortion are religious fanatics? Please make an attempt at spell check and sentence structure.
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Here is the definition of prejudice for anyone who thinks it relates only to racism: "an adverse opinion or leaning formed without just grounds or before sufficient knowledge".
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Search for it on Youtube, I highly suggest this to those who likes long, progressive, experimental, instrumental music. (No vocals).
If that does suit you, check out the Red Sparowes, and Russian Circles.
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I wanted to have him murdered since the first time I heard him preaching. The sad thing was, that extreme acting and motions like he did up on the church's stage was widely accepted by people at that time. He was a scam, a filthy scam.
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The resounding footsteps of refugees clambered down iron and concrete steps. Scrapes had formed in the rough surfaces, and repaid the misfortune to each layer of skin they could. Hustled murmurs of children and mothers faded in and out as the men carried them further down the halls of the beaten structure. The crowds passed walls of splattered, sapient warnings. Graffiti climbed across the building, most of it recent. Through an unlocked door which read in scattered black lettering: “DIS-FUCKING-REGARD THE EVER CHEATING SUN, FIND YOUR WAY UNDERNEATH”, laid Riona Keane, hardly breathing.
Riona’s threatening door eased open, letting in the light only found on such an overcast day. A child’s eager eyes and fingers inched across the frame, peering around the room. The light flooded in as the child stepped into the room fully, hitting Riona’s eyes. She rolled away and a sigh escaped her lips. The rushing voices of the refugees could be heard much easier now, and Riona had no choice but to get up. She lifted a needle out of her arm in front of the small child, who was a young boy appropriately dressed in winter clothing. His eyes opened wide, but not before his mother came running and panting to the door. She shot Riona a look of sympathy as she scooped him up into her ragged coat, and dashed back out down the stairs.
The shouts turned to screams from the city streets below, prompting Riona in her matted clothes to step close to the windowsill. Outside, the ground teemed with people, a tragic face on each. She continued to stare through the dusty glass, with her hands pressing up against the wooden frame. Groups entered the buildings around the town square, while even more flooded down the road. Suspended panting came rushing up the stairs, as some of the people from the streets decided to stay instead of go. Riona turned her head, and figured it best to leave.
She seemed to be pushing against a rising surge of panicked families, and the pathways through her originally quiet building were choking up. Riona found a rickety metal set of stairs on a lonely corner of her hall, and leapt down two stairs at a time. Eventually, she lifted herself over the side, and fell to the ground. Immediately, she found herself in a maelstrom.
“A dark wind blows through these streets! Push back your curtains and see, the flags sag limp and dead at the top of they’re poles!” bellowed a man sitting in a tree in the center of the chaos.
Riona stayed rigid minute after minute, watching the latest capital fracture. More running bodies passed her like sirens, some bumping Riona’s shoulders, others feebly watching her. Her legs had grown stiff, almost numb before she started to function within the scene. The haze of her disturbed, reckless sleep was still beset in her eyes. The preaching man climbed higher as rocks sailed past his head, ricocheting off branches or falling heavy on the roots and dirt. A short cry of pain was let out, and the man fell limp to the ground, his face bloodied and misshapen. A stone had found its mark.
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Abortion should be allowed specially for women who have been raped, or in any way forced against they're will to have the sex that conceived that child. Abortion whether you believe me or not, takes away a life whether it be a future life or one that started every since the sperm hit the egg. Once the process of life begins, who are you to stop it?
If the girl made a stupid mistake, there is always other alternatives.