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05/12/2005 5:27 PM

06/21/2005 10:07 AM

Fog filled the morning air as Zev walked through the woods, his weapon-a bow and arrow- was at ready. He stalked his prey with unimaginable skill. He stepped on a tree branch and it cracked, he stopped moving. He heard his prey coming towards him, pulled on his bowstring, and let his arrow fly. There was a thud, silence, then the demon roared as it died. He retreived his arrow and left back to his new HQ.

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