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Date Posted: 08:26:14 10/04/03 Sat
Author: wylde
Author Host/IP: ACA7A0E1.ipt.aol.com / 172.167.160.225
Subject: GUess whos back, back again?

Wylde .. chapter 4 .. sands of time
Guess whos back? back again? guess whos back? Tell a friend ...

With a new point system and a new bachelor idea ... wylde is surely going to knock your socks off to you realistic horse playing fools ... and its a good RPG for those who like tainted games, as its got a few twists of its own!
we accepted all levels, [ mostly inter-advanced are wanted tho ] however you still need to be accepted because we will not be allowing idiots to come into wylde




Now, wylde is nothing but dirt; erosion and sand; an isle. Yet hundreds of years from that bloody battle, hundreds of years from the bones of wylde’s horses melting into the soil, a single stream flows. A few patches of grass appear, shallow, peeking out beneath the tainted loam; sunlight screams loudly, echoing across the land, urging what was once beauty and glory to once again arise from their grave. A lone hawks cry as it surveys its terrain, not a single mouse; life, did not exist it seemed, until in the distant, a young buckskin colt stood; his shoulders erect, ears alert, chest puffed with arrogance; he, the king of thieves, the sultan of the desert. This was to be the legend of the first black, son of the russet and descendant of the crow. This is the 4th chapter of wylde, version 4.0 – the sands of time.


Come to a land where realism is the key …

And the road to glory is neverending ….

wylde

or if the link doesn't function correctly ...

http://www.geocities.com/xxflyaway/wylde2/index.html



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