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The Defects



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Thu Mar 25, 2010 10:19 am
ToritheMonster says...



Questions? Comments? Etc.? Post 'em here.
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Thu Mar 25, 2010 4:53 pm
ScarlettFire says...



So are there any scenarios and/or plans you already have in place ?
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Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:24 pm
ToritheMonster says...



First, I'll let the characters develop personalities, likes, dislikes, friends, etc. Then we can figure out a solid plot.
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Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:27 pm
ScarlettFire says...



Okay. That's fine by me.
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Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:57 pm
ScarlettFire says...



*prods the SB* Nope. Nothing happening.
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Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:19 am
ToritheMonster says...



Yeah, it kinda never got off the ground.
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Sun Apr 11, 2010 4:39 am
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Yeah... I noticed. I want to post but I think I was the last one who did....and I got nothing anyways.
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