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50.122.203.22 at 21:31, 28 March 2016

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	"F-f-f-father, w-w-why d-do we have to go through the necropolis on our way to market?" the boy said, jerking the rifle to face one of the empty ruins.		"F-f-f-father, w-w-why d-do we have to go through the necropolis on our way to market?" the boy said, jerking the rifle to face one of the empty ruins.

	"Because," the father said, fixing his child with a benevolent smile. "This is the fastest ~~rout~~ and..." he gestured at a pile of bleached bones and gleaming metal sitting forlornly in an empty doorway, "an important lesson about the dangers of technology..."		"Because," the father said, fixing his child with a benevolent smile. "This is the fastest route and..." he gestured at a pile of bleached bones and gleaming metal sitting forlornly in an empty doorway, "an important lesson about the dangers of technology..."

	[[Category:Server Crash Fluff‎]]		[[Category:Server Crash Fluff‎]]

1d4chan>TarsTarkas at 04:03, 29 May 2009

2009-05-29T04:03:13Z

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	The clop of horse hooves on pavement echoed across the abandoned city, bouncing amongst shattered storefronts and crumbling homes. The horse pulled a small wagon, piled high with crates and piloted by a man and a young boy.		The clop of horse hooves on pavement echoed across the abandoned city, bouncing amongst shattered storefronts and crumbling homes. The horse pulled a small wagon, piled high with crates and piloted by a man and a young boy.

	The man sat straight and tall, humming a hymn under his breath as he fastidiously avoided looking at the skeletons that littered the road, and the boy clutched at the rifle in his lap, his white knuckles betraying his discomfort.		The man sat straight and tall, humming a hymn under his breath as he fastidiously avoided looking at the skeletons that littered the road, and the boy clutched at the rifle in his lap, his white knuckles betraying his discomfort.

	"F-f-f-father, w-w-why d-do we have to go through the necropolis on our way to market?" the boy said, jerking the rifle to face one of the empty ruins.		"F-f-f-father, w-w-why d-do we have to go through the necropolis on our way to market?" the boy said, jerking the rifle to face one of the empty ruins.

	"Because," the father said, fixing his child with a benevolent smile. "This is the fastest rout and..." he gestured at a pile of bleached bones and gleaming metal sitting forlornly in an empty doorway, "an important lesson about the dangers of technology..."		"Because," the father said, fixing his child with a benevolent smile. "This is the fastest rout and..." he gestured at a pile of bleached bones and gleaming metal sitting forlornly in an empty doorway, "an important lesson about the dangers of technology..."

	[[Category:Server Crash Fluff‎]]		[[Category:Server Crash Fluff‎]]

189.152.120.246 at 21:25, 30 April 2009

2009-04-30T21:25:14Z

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	~~<nowiki>[[This is a companion~~ fluff ~~story for the /tg/ homebrew game Server Crash.]]</nowiki>~~		{{sc-fluff}}

	The clop of horse hooves on pavement echoed across the abandoned city, bouncing amongst shattered storefronts and crumbling homes. The horse pulled a small wagon, piled high with crates and piloted by a man and a young boy.		The clop of horse hooves on pavement echoed across the abandoned city, bouncing amongst shattered storefronts and crumbling homes. The horse pulled a small wagon, piled high with crates and piloted by a man and a young boy.

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2009-03-11T02:54:18Z

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	"F-f-f-father, w-w-why d-do we have to go through the necropolis on our way to market?" the boy said, jerking the rifle to face one of the empty ruins.		"F-f-f-father, w-w-why d-do we have to go through the necropolis on our way to market?" the boy said, jerking the rifle to face one of the empty ruins.
	"Because," the father said, fixing his child with a benevolent smile. "This is the fastest rout and..." he gestured at a pile of bleached bones and gleaming metal sitting forlornly in an empty doorway, "an important lesson about the dangers of technology..."		"Because," the father said, fixing his child with a benevolent smile. "This is the fastest rout and..." he gestured at a pile of bleached bones and gleaming metal sitting forlornly in an empty doorway, "an important lesson about the dangers of technology..."
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2009-02-22T23:14:05Z

New page: <nowiki>This is a companion fluff story for the /tg/ homebrew game Server Crash.</nowiki> The clop of horse hooves on pavement echoed across the abandoned city, bouncing amongst shatt...

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<nowiki>[[This is a companion fluff story for the /tg/ homebrew game Server Crash.]]</nowiki>

The clop of horse hooves on pavement echoed across the abandoned city, bouncing amongst shattered storefronts and crumbling homes. The horse pulled a small wagon, piled high with crates and piloted by a man and a young boy.
The man sat straight and tall, humming a hymn under his breath as he fastidiously avoided looking at the skeletons that littered the road, and the boy clutched at the rifle in his lap, his white knuckles betraying his discomfort.
"F-f-f-father, w-w-why d-do we have to go through the necropolis on our way to market?" the boy said, jerking the rifle to face one of the empty ruins.
"Because," the father said, fixing his child with a benevolent smile. "This is the fastest rout and..." he gestured at a pile of bleached bones and gleaming metal sitting forlornly in an empty doorway, "an important lesson about the dangers of technology..."