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	[[Image:FFFFFFFF.jpg\|thumb\|right\|ADAMANTIUM DENTURES]]		[[Image:FFFFFFFF.jpg\|thumb\|right\|ADAMANTIUM DENTURES]]

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	{{Story}}		{{Story}}
	:<big>"Time forgets the insignificant.”		:<big>"Time forgets the insignificant.”

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	The words repeated, urging him to his feet. Yet, his body failed him. It was difficult to think clearly. His vision waned and drifted, dimly lit colors bleeding into one another. He was numb. His ears rang. Sensation was limited to the warmth of his own blood pooling below him, soaking into his clothes, caking with the dirt upon his flesh.		The words repeated, urging him to his feet. Yet, his body failed him. It was difficult to think clearly. His vision waned and drifted, dimly lit colors bleeding into one another. He was numb. His ears rang. Sensation was limited to the warmth of his own blood pooling below him, soaking into his clothes, caking with the dirt upon his flesh.

	It took a moment to recall where he was, and for what reason he was dying upon unknown earth. His eyes flung open, offering only as much clarity as his age warranted. His body ached, not only from his injuries, but also from the rigors of years of service in war. He was old, and had been dying long before this day. He afforded himself scant seconds to ~~breath~~, burning air filling his lungs. He screamed from the pain, his crippled body writhing into his own muddied blood.		It took a moment to recall where he was, and for what reason he was dying upon unknown earth. His eyes flung open, offering only as much clarity as his age warranted. His body ached, not only from his injuries, but also from the rigors of years of service in war. He was old, and had been dying long before this day. He afforded himself scant seconds to breathe, burning air filling his lungs. He screamed from the pain, his crippled body writhing into his own muddied blood.

	Determination, fueled by memories, surfaced and urged him once again. “Our God remembers even the smallest of lives,” he thought. He did not have the right to die – not like this. He had not earned the right. He had never earned anything. His eyes shot open, still blind. His jaw locked; he fought his own body, trying to sit upright. Sharp pain fought back, restraining him, trying to pull him back into the earth. This world wanted him for its own.		Determination, fueled by memories, surfaced and urged him once again. “Our God remembers even the smallest of lives,” he thought. He did not have the right to die – not like this. He had not earned the right. He had never earned anything. His eyes shot open, still blind. His jaw locked; he fought his own body, trying to sit upright. Sharp pain fought back, restraining him, trying to pull him back into the earth. This world wanted him for its own.

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	She paused, sensing the importance of her reply. If she were to change this man, she would have to make an even stronger effort to change herself. With John’s trust granted, she would have to place her trust in him, as well. She replied with conviction: “I won’t.”		She paused, sensing the importance of her reply. If she were to change this man, she would have to make an even stronger effort to change herself. With John’s trust granted, she would have to place her trust in him, as well. She replied with conviction: “I won’t.”
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	[[Image:Commissar Surfing.jpg\|thumb\|right\|"Sir, the Codex Astartes does not approve tank surfi..."{{BLAM}}]]		[[Image:Commissar Surfing.jpg\|thumb\|right\|"Sir, the Codex Astartes does not approve tank surfi..." {{BLAM}}]]

	“I won’t give up easily.”		“I won’t give up easily.”

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	She paused, sensing the importance of her reply. If she were to change this man, she would have to make an even stronger effort to change herself. With John’s trust granted, she would have to place her trust in him, as well. She replied with conviction: “I won’t.”		She paused, sensing the importance of her reply. If she were to change this man, she would have to make an even stronger effort to change herself. With John’s trust granted, she would have to place her trust in him, as well. She replied with conviction: “I won’t.”
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	[[Image:Commissar Surfing.jpg\|thumb\|right\|the Codex Astartes does not approve tank surfi...{{BLAM}}]]		[[Image:Commissar Surfing.jpg\|thumb\|right\|"Sir, the Codex Astartes does not approve tank surfi..."{{BLAM}}]]

	“I won’t give up easily.”		“I won’t give up easily.”

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	[[Image:FFFFFFFF.jpg\|thumb\|right\|~~COMMISSAR FUKLAW~~]]		[[Image:FFFFFFFF.jpg\|thumb\|right\|ADAMANTIUM DENTURES]]

	{{Story}}		{{Story}}

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	The Commissar donned his cap, and left Thadian to his defeat.		The Commissar donned his cap, and left Thadian to his defeat.
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	[[Image:Clintfuklaw.~~jpg~~\|thumb\|right\|...ASK YOURSELF A QUESTION - DO I FEEL ANGRY?!]]		[[Image:Clintfuklaw.png\|thumb\|right\|...ASK YOURSELF A QUESTION - DO I FEEL ANGRY?!]]

	No, he was not here to reclaim a home. He was here to claim a single life. He was here to kill a memory.		No, he was not here to reclaim a home. He was here to claim a single life. He was here to kill a memory.

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	The Commissar donned his cap, and left Thadian to his defeat.		The Commissar donned his cap, and left Thadian to his defeat.
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	No, he was not here to reclaim a home. He was here to claim a single life. He was here to kill a memory.		No, he was not here to reclaim a home. He was here to claim a single life. He was here to kill a memory.