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    Part 2; WAR IS HELL

    Friday, April 17th, 2009

    NO!
    Davey Crestington lept up of off his knee’s and reached for his knive. It was one of those knifes where it has a part that cover’s youre fingers in a fist. And that part? Had sharp spike’s allover it. He sprung into the frey and started hacking with it!
    HACK HACK went he’s [...]

    The Horrors off War

    Monday, February 2nd, 2009

    Seargant First Class Davey Crestington huddeled in the damp, dank trench. The wind shivered threw his bones like a grandmother’s whisper. He klutzed his rifle to his body like a valuable stick, because thats what it was; the Only stick that could save his life.
    He checked the ammyunission compartment on the rifle: Two [...]

    “Think again, Scumbags.”

    Thursday, July 5th, 2007

    The rain fell hot and wet like oodles of noodles.  The gunmetal grey battleship pulled up softly to the dock and docked.  All was silent on the Eastern front (it was in the New York City Harbor).  Not a sound was to be heard but for the shady dealings of arms manufacturers abored the sturdy [...]

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