Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IVIVWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IV by Daneas
A Flame In The Dark
The orc sniffed the air.
“Hmm?” another one joined him. “What’s wrong, Rakro?”
Rakro sniffed the air a second time. “There’s a stench in the air.”
“This place has always smelt foul.” The other orc huffed and leaned against the barracks’ wall.
Both looked at the guards pacing to and fro and at those observing the land from the intimidating watchtowers. The wind blew again and a bitter chill enveloped them. It was followed by the squeaking and creaking of a loose wooden signboard.
“Rakro and Dest,” a tauren said as he walked out of the barracks, “keep an eye on that troll again. He’s drunk a bit too much.”
They both nodded. “I should’ve hit him harder the last time he got drunk,” Rakro said.
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VVWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter V by Daneas
The Holy & the Damned
Two weeks earlier.
“We can’t get any closer than this. They’ll see us.”
The cultists observed Light’s Hope Chapel from the safety of woods, the pine trees towering above them.
“What about the lich?”
A flock of birds startled them. “He’ll be here soon.”
“Does he have a plan?”
“Of course he does.”
“But the chapel stands on sacred ground, how are we supp—”
“Sacred ground, desecreated ground,” a voice came, the cold that followed it unnerving. “what difference does it make? In the end both are just that, dirt, nothing more.”
“Lord Kel’Thuzad.” They all knelt.
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIVIWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VI by Daneas
The gargoyles flew past the mountains of Icecrown, past endless icy expanses and barren lands until the clouds above Sholazar Basin enveloped them whole.
A crunching sound and a gargoyle was gone. One by one they vanished and soon Bolvar lost contact with them. His fingers twitched.
Once again he stood on the dam overlooking the Crystalsong Forest, brooding. There was no sound there except for the wind. No drums of war, no grinding or clicking of teeth, no roars or voices, not even the spirit in the helm bothered him and while his silence was unusual Bolvar dared not ask. The peacefulness was welcome.
“You’ve been awfully silent, orc,” Bolvar said hours later yet the spirit did not answer.
It was then that he felt the eyes of someone else, though he already knew who it was. The Knights of the Ebon Blade had been studyin
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIIVIIWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VII by Daneas
The Siege of Icecrown
Arrows were loosed, boulders were tossed and spells were cast as Arno roared. They all found their mark, but for every undead that fell two more appeared behind it. Another flurry of arrows and more foul blood tainted the snow and whenever the archers missed the catapults finished what they started.
A huge eerie teal stone rained down on Mal’ganis. He shifted forms and all the stone did was pass through a storm of bats. Meanwhile his forces crossed the smouldering ground that had been ice and snow just moments earlier, limbs splashing in puddles and streams of water, and as the walls and gate towered over them they charged headlong.
Bolvar’s skeletal archers fired again, their arrows embedding themselves in decaying organs or pale flesh or whizzing through empty eye sockets and out of the back of skulls. Those that fell were far
Rex Ultimus Chapter 3: Of All the Gin Joints[Now entering the city of Lucre. We should arrive at Station 8513 in approximately 10 minutes. I repeat…]Rex Ultimus Chapter 3: Of All the Gin Joints by zakielmori
The intercom had awakened Ivory. She looked up and, after realizing that she fell asleep on Marcus’s lap, hurriedly sat up.
“Excuse me!” she exclaimed. Marcus snickered lightly and continued reading his book, uninterrupted. “Still reading that book? You’re an addict.” She swiped the book from Marcus and began reading.
“Huh, what?” Marcus shifted for a moment, then noticed his book in Ivory’s hand. “Hey, I was still reading that!” he yelled as he reached for his book, but Ivory simply evaded him.
“‘Epicus Gilgamesh: Heros Primus.’ Why in Latin?”
“I prefer to read the original text and interpret it for myself. Information is often lost in translation.” Marcus reached for the book again, but Ivory casually evaded him and continued reading.
“Deinde didicit Gilgame
Red's Tales Saving Maggie 3 of 4The badland cliffs resonated with the howl of the wind. The cliffs were home to many razorglider nests and outlaws. There were many caves which made perfect dens to hide out in and store weapons; it was in one such cave that John Frujuhl called home. John had come to Caligula as just another man working the mines, but he quickly came to the conclusion that back breaking labor was better suited for robots. Plus, he could make more money by swindling the other miners out of their hard earned cash. Unfortunately for John, the miners caught on quick and didn’t take kindly to being cheated. He found himself on the run, practically exiled into the badlands. Yet there among the harsh conditions he met others like himself and John found a new calling, banditry. He found he was not just good at attacking passing hunting parties and stealing what he could, but that he also liked it. Now he was the leader of his own gang, not bad for a two bit conman.Red's Tales Saving Maggie 3 of 4 by MercenaryBlade
John Frujuhl had about twenty members o
Red's Tales Saving Maggie 4 of 4It was nightfall as Red scaled the cliff face. Fortunately it was a rather pockmarked wall of stone and Red’s clawed hands were excellent for scaling it. Still, even she found it hard to believe that she was going through all the trouble to save an ungrateful brat. Red was already tired from the long hike to the canyon and she had guzzled down half of her canteen, but she knew she couldn’t afford to stop; time was precious. Finally reaching the summit Red looked around cautiously and took a few sniffs of the air. A strong breeze was blowing in, probably heralding another lightning storm judging by the cloud cover. Red’s nose picked something up, smoke; someone had burned a fire recently.Red's Tales Saving Maggie 4 of 4 by MercenaryBlade
Red’s ears twitched as she listened to the night. She heard nothing out of the ordinary the wind, a few nocturnal creatures, but nothing else. Red moved on and headed to the location where the burned smell was coming from. She moved slowly between cover. Her ears pricked up in a
Red's Tales: Saving Maggie Part 1 of 4Red sat in her office. It was a slow day as usual. She yawned, showing off a maw of sharp white teeth. Like most Daedalians, Red had two rows of canine teeth, long pointed ears, a tail, a canine muzzle, and, most unusually, red fur. Red was an unusual fur color for a Daedalian; gray, brown, black, or gold were the most common colors, but red was a very rare fur color. Daedalians typically resembled jackals from Earth, even though most of them had never even heard of a jackal.Red's Tales: Saving Maggie Part 1 of 4 by MercenaryBlade
Red was a tracker and hunting guide by trade. Her natural senses made her one of the most sought after guides in the town of Chohe and possibly the entire planet of Caligula. Red was the name she had gone by ever since her arrival on the dusty mining planet, on account of her fur color. Currently, Red was close to falling asleep. There had been no customers for the last three days and she was bored out of her mind. Red yawned again, leaning back, and putting her rather large bare feet on her desk. Not long ago, in
Red's Tales: The Lost Child Part 2 of 2Red passed by a razorglider nest in a crevice and was careful not to disturb it. She made sure to point it out so no one else made that mistake either. A few more feet and the search party was at the base of the formation. That’s when Red’s nose picked up the scent of something she didn’t want to smell.Red's Tales: The Lost Child Part 2 of 2 by MercenaryBlade
“Totht!” She exclaimed.
Parsons bit his lip, “You sure?”
Red nodded. “Absolutely. One passed through here recently, and it’s on the hunt too.”
Peter’s mother had caught the conversation. “Oh God! What’s a Totht? Is it dangerous?”
Red didn’t answer her. There was a loud crash as thunder rumbled overhead with bright flashes of lightning dancing across the sky. The wind was howling and bits of sand particles were stinging eyes and noses.
“Red! We’ve got to take shelter!” The sheriff shouted.
Red pointed to one of the halls of stone and said, “Should be somewhere to take shelter
Fine LinesThe grocery store crowd was full of tall, pale, thin, green-eyed people. It was right to call them people now ‒ the Humans had voted for their equality, and their intelligence and conscience matched that of any man. Maxwell was proud to be an Android in his day and age.Fine Lines by UberNerd121
Maxwell, his dark hair short and neat, was hardly distinguishable from the other Androids standing in checkout lane number two. Like them, he loved his Human family. He valued Humans as creators, the ones who realized Androids’ potentials, and the ones who wrote Heartware, the learning software that gave robots consciousness. He didn’t have any ambitions that trespassed into a realm deemed inappropriate by humans. All he wanted was to serve his family: the Master, the Mistress, and their son Liam. To think that he was their equal was a change that he was still grappling with.
But when it came to change, there wasn’t a lot that was altered in day-to-day life. Even though Heartware had been around
The Blue In the beginning the Earth was formless and empty, and darkness lay over the surface of the deep. Thunder rolled steadily across the bleak, nondescript land in mighty, percussive echoes, the ground trembling, as though in fear, as white hot fissures of lightning cleft the sky asunder a million times over. Each scorching blaze of deadly, crackling plasma through the abstract ether of stifling chemical fog seemed an imminent foreshadow of that mighty explosion to come, a harbinger of that great abiogenesis, temporary apocalypse for a world theretofore defined by its life-free state of existence.The Blue by Aart-ish
And then, there it was.
The supersonic split, ripping the fabric of stagnation down its center and sending its sentience-free tranquility hurdling uncontrollably toward the chaotic nebula of violently emerging life, a bolt from the blue, striking the chemical bog, and pulling out creation by its roots from the deep dead soil of the gurgling primordial ooze. Sheer hell tore th
Red's Tales: The Lost child Part 1It was past dusk as Red sat alone in her living room above her office. She had her long muzzle stuck in a book. It was a quaint little adventure novel. She found the plot to be formulamatic and the characters to be rather cliché, but it was a decent read.Red's Tales: The Lost child Part 1 by MercenaryBlade
Her long ears moved back and forth with interest. It hadn’t been a very productive day for the hunting guide. No one had even come in for so much as a scenic tour of the Badlands. Thunder rumbled overhead. It was nothing unusual; the planet Caligula was known for its fierce lightning storms, but rarely any rain.
Red sighed contently. She was dressed for bed in a blue robe covering a simple gray chemise with her bare feet upon a battered settee. The Daedalian was about to call it a night because tomorrow would be a new day. As her thoughts were turning to bed, there was a loud banging noise on her downstairs door.
Red flattened her ears in annoyance. This had better be important if someone was pounding on her door at this ho
She's NumbFood controls her life, day after dayShe's Numb by zxcraous
It doesn’t seem like it, but she’s trapped
She tries to stay thin, there’s just no other way
She’ll say she’s fine, that her problems went away
Don’t listen to her, she’s lying... and definitely not okay
She’s numb and unaware of her issues
Her friends are worried sick for her
Then she spills her emotions out, uses up all the tissues
Locks herself away from others, but will complain she misses you
But then she comes back smiling, like her happy self is reissued
Her fake smiles are hard to judge
And her contagious laughs keep you care free
You ask her what’s up, but she’s hard to budge
You’ll see that she’s mad and try not to nudge
She’s just too nice, you can’t hold a grudge
Back at home she fights her aching head
Waiting out endless hours for her final meal
Her stomach is empty, she feels half dead
But her mind is too strong, she’ll wait to be fed
And once hu
The Hottest KitchenThe Hottest KitchenThe Hottest Kitchen by FigDreamerXIII
There be a saying
“If you cannot stay within the kitchen because the heat is too strong, flee”
But I offer this
“If no man or woman remains in said kitchen, no product will be created”
“And no product has ever been created by one man, in this history, or the next”
“If a kitchen remains insufferable, it will fail like all the others before it”
“Never forget, you matter.”
The Ballet Dancer and the WriterOh, how she moves her legs as I swing this pen,The Ballet Dancer and the Writer by Daneas
how she tip-toes across the floor as I jot down my thoughts,
how she whirls as I spin webs of words,
how she leaps and bounds as I turn the pages,
how she flies as I write countless sentences,
how she smiles and bows as my ink runs out.
Oh, how beautiful a dance of words can be.
A Crimson Explosion of Euphoric RainA Crimson Explosion of Euphoric RainA Crimson Explosion of Euphoric Rain by FigDreamerXIII
How may I excite thee?
Shall I present you the stuffed animal of dreams?
One that can be snuggled against?
One that shall ever hold you close?
How shall I satisfy thine tastes?
Will a box of dark mushy goodness suffice?
Or does it have to be something of with a little after taste?
Would you like a fire to keep you cozy?
Still wish to sit in the basement on this cold winter night?
All of these questions and no answer?
Well let me enlighten your desires.
Go outside, the rays of hope shall bestow warmth.
The toys of the store shall keep you company.
And the sweets of love will make you full.
Come, a rain of Euphoric proportions is upon us.
Shit Happens For a ReasonShit happens for a reason.Shit Happens For a Reason by TheNighttimeWanderer
My father had picked me up from the ACE house at Lake Tahoe, upon which we went to a scenic overview of Lake Tahoe showing my dad the 22 mile hike I had done the day before. We stopped at the overview for about 30 minutes before we decided to head back to Fairfield. About an hour of driving we had just passed the town of Strawberry when the car started to give out very quickly, stranding myself and my father off the side of the road for about 2 hours till the tow-truck driver arrived.
At first I immediately noticed that the driver seemed agitated about the whole ordeal, all business-like with no sense of humor. We got in the truck and started our way back to Fairfield. At first no words were exchanged, that initial moment of awkwardness of being forced to sit beside someone whom you've never know before for several hours...
...someone whom you'd immediately came to depend on to get you back home safely and not spend the night beside the frozen forests of Taho
The BeastTonight I saw the shadow of the Underworld's winged minion from the light the bounced off of the side panel of my wardrobe. With every blink it grew closer and closer to me until my wardrobe and all light in my room vanished and turned into eternal blackness. With my blinds that are left barely open, it would have been next to impossible by the human eye to see me lying in my bed, hidden under the covers, but somehow it saw through the brick and mortar to my blue and semi panicked eyes. With every flap of its wings I could hear the wind rushing underneath it, creating a mini tornado circulating beneath my windowsill. The window panes and frames were bowing under the pressure from the beast’s wings, and it felt as if any moment they were going to fold in, collapsing on top of me and trapping me for my fate to be whisked away by it.The Beast by ecoman22
For a while, it remained silent outside, hovering like a Harrier jet awaiting my move as an opponent in a game of Chess; meanwhile, I tucked up further
Hello Evil, Back Again?Hello Evil, back once again are we? Are we ready to dive back into my inner sanctum and seductively poison me with your loving words? Do you think I'm ready to hang on a cliff edge every day to see what beautiful, deviant and menacing ways you can inject into my cranium? Sweet bliss, I think I found my perfect partner and one to marry.Hello Evil, Back Again? by ecoman22
But you left me once before, you ran off without a trace and left me alone, I had no idea of what to do or where to turn. I had a gaping hole inside me that couldn’t be filled, I was left confused and in disarray, why would you do that to someone? I thought we had a good thing going what we had between us! You tore me apart and never took into consideration my feelings, my needs, MY EVERYTHING! You raped my mind and left me motionless for days and weeks!
Days and nights I laid not moving, knotted up in my mind and in a constant state of nostalgia, recollecting moments of our most joyous occasions; I needed to fill those empty moments you gave me wh
Part 4: Free'No one would believe me. That's the best part about this. It's so unreal. I don't know if even he would believe me. But I don't care. I do not speak to him anymore.' A story unlike any other. 'This has been a dream and yet not. This is the end. Of me. Of everything. Of this.' Forgiveness is unnecessary when you forgive yourself. Believe in yourself. Die in yourself. 'I never lived in this world, only my own.' And there you have it.Part 4: Free by randomfreakygothgirl
'You were just another thing, and then you were everything, and now you are nothing.' That's how it goes. 'If I could take back my choice, I would. You would be dead by now. Your life was in my hands. And there's that... you didn't even know it. You just thought you were dying spontaneously. Oh, but it was me. It was an awesome and terrible power inside me.' You still crave it, don't you? It is within reach. 'My biggest mistake was letting you free. Thinking you were still useful to me.' Try. 'But it doesn't matter anymore. You do not exist. You are dead.'
'Stars and Spies' Script S1E2 1/2Season 1 - Episode 2 - Script ½'Stars and Spies' Script S1E2 1/2 by Reach4Succes1995
(In this scene, Annabel is looking around the classroom whilst sitting down. She’s noticed that everyone had literally stopped moving and stood completely still like statues.)
Annabel: Hello? Aren’t we suppose to wrap up the lesson and…
(The camera spots to three classmates as an example and the teacher, all frozen in place.)
Annabel: (Worried tone of voice) Go… home?
(She gets up from the chair and examines one student by waving her hand in front of his face. He doesn’t blink, so she shakes his shoulders.)
Annabel: (Urgently) Come on… Answer me!
(She shakes him so hard that he falls of the chair. Annabel reaches out and tries to prevent the teen boy from falling, but it was too late. He lands on the floor with the same facial expression.)
Annabel: (Gasps and bends her knees) Oh! I am so sorry! (The teen boy still does
'Stars and Spies' Script S1E1 2/2 (Draft 1)Season 1 - Episode 1 - Script 2/2'Stars and Spies' Script S1E1 2/2 (Draft 1) by Reach4Succes1995
(The beginning of part two starts with pure darkness and a faint voice telling Marsha to wake Annabel up before the car door opens and shuts. We then see Annabel sleeping peacefully in the car. Marsha begins to gently shake her with her hand.)
Marsha: (Gently) Annabel, wake up. We're here.
Annabel: (Opens her eyes, yawns and outstretches her arms) What was that? (Spots that her parents and Tessa are missing, which makes her wake up instantly) What? We're here already?!
Annabel: Oh great.
Marsha: Oh Annabel. Stop being a downer and come on. The place might be better than you expected.
Annabel: Ohhhh.... Alright. Let's see how great the house looks.
(She takes off her seatbelt and opens the car door. She gets out and follows her sister to the new house. Once she walks down the pathway to the new ho
The Great Storm - Bard SongThe Great Storm will come,The Great Storm - Bard Song by Daneas
the sky will be black
and the wind will strike hard.
It will howl and shriek,
those who have defied us will weep
and before us they will kneel.
The trees will sigh,
the leaves will take flight.
We will greet the wind with our battle cries.
Can you hear the rumbling clouds? They come at last
to free our beautiful land
from those who wish us harm.
O Storm, listen,
dampen their spirits.
We will fight by your side.
Sweep them off their feet,
destroy their hopes and dreams,
tear apart their homes.
Rise, Windrunners, rise,
today is not the day we die.
The wind is at our backs.
The Wind Speaks - Bard SongOh, the wind speaksThe Wind Speaks - Bard Song by Daneas
of our sins, of our deeds,
of what came,
and of what will come,
lest we forget
how fragile we are.
May it blow against our faces
and bring peace to our souls.
May it carry away
all our sorrows.
Oh, the wind speaks
of our wishes, of our pleas,
of our fire
and of our steel,
lest we forget how foolish we are.
May it always blow through our lands.
May it take our last breaths away
before the Great Storm comes.
O Wind, speak.
Tell us what we will be,
what we will become
in this land filled with greed.
May you always blow through our halls.
May you protect us from those who wish us ill in their songs.
O Wind, speak. O Wind, speak.
Dracoree - Bard SongToday is the day we fight, today is not the day we die.Dracoree - Bard Song by Daneas
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
let them see the fire in your eyes.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not fear, do not weep, my child.
Embrace the flame lighting up the sky.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
The land and sky will sing your tale,
the seas will not forget your name.
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
the darkness will fade away.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not falter, do not flee, stay strong, my dear.
Let the enemy see your fire and steel.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Easarc and Burtus - Bard SongThis is the tale of Easarc and Burtus,Easarc and Burtus - Bard Song by Daneas
an ambitious dictator and a treacherous son.
He conquered countless lands, but while he was away
behind black curtains others plotted to take his place.
One day, led by his protégé
bloodthirsty men ambushed him! But in a twist of fate the tables had turned.
The daggers were about to reach his throat,
but he transformed into a dragon and roared.
The conspirators tried to escape,
but the furious beast bathed them in flames.
That is how this story ends,
may it remind future generations that longing for power is a bad trend.
The Big Red ButtonThe Big Red Button by xorlox
Crystal sank wearily into her soft chair, its cushions hugging her small frame as she stared out from her command center on a small island not far from California. Her doomsday weapon's charge was nearing seventy-eight percent and would be ready to fire again soon.
She obliterated a city only hours before, giving the world's governments a small demonstration of what six percent of her weapon's power could do. Crystal's normally grim stone face cracked, as a small smile forced its way to her face.
She thought of how the government leaders refused to even speak to her until she reduced a city to ashes. Now Crystal's phones, emails and even Facebook was filling with messages as the world's leaders made promises to pay and clandestine attempts to buy her technology. Her smile, foreign to her face soon faded and Crystal reverted back to her golem-like state as one of her henchmen from accounting approached and fell to a knee.
"Mistress," he began. Crystal tu
Night BlindnessNight BlindnessNight Blindness by Freephunkateer
She sped to dinner like a flash,
soon she'd be tipsy and flabby.
When suddenly there was a crash,
OH! she tripped over a tabby.
She was shocked, the cat was shocked,
Yes! the cat was shocked and how!
But don't you worry, off they walked,
With an OW! and a cursing MEOW!
She just trotted off, for hunger beckoned,
but as she struggled with food, forks and knives,
I doubt if at all she had reckoned,
That she'd scared off eight of kitty's nine lives.
Hey New Kids! Part 1 As the day was passing by, and all of the elementary kids were playing outside on the playground, while the teachers were sitting at a table enjoying their time. Every kid who in their own grade stuck with their classmates as no one dared tried to approach anyone from a different grade. The fifth graders were on the playground, as they owned that main part of it.Hey New Kids! Part 1 by The-one-and-only-Aj
Each student had their own part of the playground, which known, as "their spot." Second graders owned the swing set, third graders had the kickball field, and fourth graders owned the basketball court. The playground, which is the main goal everyone tries to take away from the fifth graders, but sometimes seems impossible as everyone tries, but fails.
"Halt! Who goes there?" A fifth grade student questioned the random boy as he approached the fifth grader.
"I am a third grader delivering goods for the fifth grade king.
Babymetal and metalheadsSo I came across a Japanese music group that goes by the name of Babymetal; a band that plays a fusion between heavy metal and Japanese idol and well a bunch of metalheads (The fans of the genre of metal) are angry about it because it’s “A DISGRACE!” to what they classify as music. So well, I thought ‘Hey let me give my two cents on this band.’ But I will say I’m not what you would call a metalhead; I’ve only listen to like several songs from Avenge Sevenfold and that’s about it but I figured that you know what maybe an ‘outsiders’ opinion; but if you don’t like their music but don’t act like it horribly assaulted you that’s find if anything I’ve only listened to one song from them (Gimme Chocolate) and that’s about it. Let me elaborate more about Babymetal and why the way the crazed metalheads should shut up about this.Babymetal and metalheads by Black-Knight-4090
Babymetal was a band that was formed in 2010 in Tokyo that are
Evil and the Mask: A ContemplationEvil and the Mask is a novel by Fuminori Nakamura, winner of the 2010 Kenzaburō Ōe Prize. This is his second novel to be translated into English by Soho Crime after The Thief.Evil and the Mask: A Contemplation by Konnono
I was going to write something deep and serious about the ever-changing aspects of the philosophies of life, but I realised nothing I say would come close to describing the feelings this novel has left me with. I’m simply not a good enough author for that. What I will write, however, are my thoughts regarding this novel.
I picked up Nakamura’s The Thief at a book fair last year completely on a whim. All my siblings are avid readers, but apart from Haruki Murakami none of us had ever truly explored the realm of Japanese literature. I’d read a few light novels like Yukako Kabei’s Kieli but that was it. The cover for The Thief was surprisingly attractive - bright yellow like a hornet, with an image of a Tokyo street bleeding through the title, writ
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Ciullo Corporation's Bifolchi! World TourCiullo Corporation's Bifolchi! World Tour by Ciullo-Corporation
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Note: With these last two rules, certain responsibilities are given. For instance, if you want to be a contributor, you are responsible in organizing and updating the gallery. For Co-Founders, if you want to be one, you must send me a PM first and I will see then if you are qualified. The responsibility? Updating blogs, gallery and notifying any inconvenience/violation occurring in the group.
"18+ literature" is applied to any sexual, erotic and/or extremely violent content.
If you wish to promote any account in which you write articles or how-tos, such as Hubpages or Squidoo, you can send them to me in a PM and I will add them on a blog.
Suggestions are welcome.
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