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About Me Member Lurker Nathan Lamkin22/Male/United Kingdom Recent Activity Deviant for 8 Months
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Things change within an blink of the eye.

Tue Sep 29, 2009, 8:19 AM
It's all so cold here in Britain, probably because my radiator needs bleeding(No heat at all is passing through it's old white skin). Makes me wish I didn't complain about the weather 3 months ago. In-fact all I do is complain. D: Probably because my life is just a boring mes- Oh here we go again! *Slaps myself across the head!*

  • Listening to: Pendulum - Violet Hill
  • Reading: Last Light By Andy McNab
  • Playing: Counter-Strike:Source
  • Drinking: Cola.

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:iconteh-fuzz1:
Hey, thanks for the watch.

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War does not determine who is right, only who is left.
:iconlazerus-reborn:
Derp derp derp derp derp derp *spit*

Good to see more Tgc members ^_^

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-Laz

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The shields they turned, the swords they clashed,
agmonst the carrion, they burned to ash.
The time was now, the time was late,
And so did fell the sword of fate.

I dont know where my ideas come from, best left unsaid for most, dont listen to the rest...
:icontatters620:
BEND OVER BITCH!
/Rapes lazerus.
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:iconlazerus-reborn:
#shotguns#

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The shields they turned, the swords they clashed,
agmonst the carrion, they burned to ash.
The time was now, the time was late,
And so did fell the sword of fate.

I dont know where my ideas come from, best left unsaid for most, dont listen to the rest...
:icontatters620:
You're shotguns are inferior compared to my AWP and 2yrs+ experience of CS:Source!

*Scores a 5-man S!ck shot*
:iconlazerus-reborn:
You want to play games?

I Tug gently on the woodenstock, mirrored in thier death, six rounds fire off towards the would be apponent. Full encircle the rounds litter his head, leaving six hollow carcesses. A flick of the wrist sends the empties to the blood soaked ground, at which is now your resting place.

You dont mess with me past midnight, midnight is my muse.

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The shields they turned, the swords they clashed,
agmonst the carrion, they burned to ash.
The time was now, the time was late,
And so did fell the sword of fate.

I dont know where my ideas come from, best left unsaid for most, dont listen to the rest...
:iconpathard:
Thanks for the :+devwatch: dude. :D
:iconconjecture:
You crazy FPSBer ;)

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