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Date Posted: 16:55:57 01/06/02 Sun
Author: Lord of Darkness
Subject: **The adamantine Gates of Hell have been thrown open...boldly stride within or slink away in fear. The choice is yours...Let the games begin. **

**Ebon stud walks 'bout the new lands..searching the others for signs of weakness...trying to discern friend from foe...though those who he finds settle under "friend" he will still not approach. For he is the Lord of Darkness...the epitome of evil...here to stake a claim and let his name be known. Traveling alone for all those years...killing those who showed no respect...earning a reputation as a savage foe with neither friend nor lover. Diabolical fire rages within mocha orbs...muscles rippling and bulging beneath sleek pelt of ebony. The Reaper glances about silently but all can see the pent up fury bubbling beneath the calm exterior...waiting to explode from within at a moments notice. But burning within the dark souless oculars...lying beneath the layers of hatred and mistrust is a softness never penetrated by any others...but it could be...should the right one be found. Burly frame stops for a moment...tipped lobes swiveling...nares flaring slightly...clarion call rings loudly through the air...announcing his presence to all. The Dark Lord slips back into the shadows...unseen by most...to continue his observation of what will soon be his newest victims. **

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