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Platypus at 17:03, 30 March 2007

Platypus — Fri, 30 Mar 2007 17:03:14 GMT

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	*[[Down to your crummy real life]]		*[[Down to your crummy real life]]
	{{TrailerStatus\|Equipment=No pants\|Health=100\|MP=0\|Level=1}}		{{TrailerStatus\|Equipment=No pants\|Health=100\|MP=0\|Level=1}}
		+	[[Category: Legend of the Trailer Park]]

Platypus at 21:51, 2 March 2007

Platypus — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 21:51:05 GMT

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	The rose bush becomes comfortable and heavy as you drift into sleep.... Your eyes slowly close and you can smell the pink buds as they would smell in midsummer if they ever bloomed....zzzz		The rose bush becomes comfortable and heavy as you drift into sleep.... Your eyes slowly close and you can smell the pink buds as they would smell in midsummer if they ever bloomed....zzzz

-	You ~~begin to~~ drift off into the sky. The sight of filthy dogs worrying a dead possum barely registers as you float above the ground. From your rising vantage you can see your Babymamma. ~~Pensieve~~ and topless, she lolls on the dirty sofa smoking a ~~light~~ cigarette. The drunk manager becomes a tiny form hicupping in the sun. His sodden impreccations scarely reach your ears as the trailers diminish into flat rectangles.	+	You drift off into the sky. The sight of filthy dogs worrying a dead possum barely registers as you float above the ground. From your rising vantage you can see your Babymamma. Pensive and topless, she lolls on the dirty sofa smoking a lit cigarette. The drunk manager becomes a tiny form hicupping in the sun. His sodden impreccations scarely reach your ears as the trailers diminish into flat rectangles.

-	From up here you can see the mountains roll on towards the horizon. There is something ~~likeable~~ about them that you have never quite noticed before from the ground. They are like gentle green whales. A radio tower gleams above a cut in the southwest. Senator Bradshaw's new highway stretches north. A glistening cloud rolls into huge candy buttresses above you.	+	From up here you can see the mountains roll on towards the horizon. There is something likable about them that you have never quite noticed before from the ground. They are like gentle green whales. A radio tower gleams above a cut in the southwest. Senator Bradshaw's new highway stretches north. A glistening cloud rolls into huge candy buttresses above you.

-	*[[Southwest]]	+	*[[Southwest to the radio tower]]
-	*[[North]]	+	*[[North to the new highway]]
-	*[[Up]]	+	*[[Up to the glistening cloud]]
	*[[Down to your crummy real life]]		*[[Down to your crummy real life]]
		+	{{TrailerStatus\|Equipment=No pants\|Health=100\|MP=0\|Level=1}}

63.70.81.5 at 21:35, 8 December 2006

63.70.81.5 — Fri, 08 Dec 2006 21:35:28 GMT

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-	The rose ~~is beginning to seem less thorny~~ as you drift into sleep.... Your eyes ~~grow heavier~~ and you can smell the ~~flowers~~ as they would smell in midsummer if they ever bloomed	+	The rose bush becomes comfortable and heavy as you drift into sleep.... Your eyes slowly close and you can smell the pink buds as they would smell in midsummer if they ever bloomed....zzzz

-	You begin to drift off into the sky. The sight of ~~yellow~~ dogs worrying a dead possum barely registers as you float above the ground. From your rising vantage you can see your Babymamma. Pensieve and topless she lolls on the dirty sofa smoking a light cigarette. The drunk manager becomes a tiny form hicupping in the sun. His sodden impreccations scarely reach your ears as the trailers diminish into flat rectangles.	+	You begin to drift off into the sky. The sight of filthy dogs worrying a dead possum barely registers as you float above the ground. From your rising vantage you can see your Babymamma. Pensieve and topless, she lolls on the dirty sofa smoking a light cigarette. The drunk manager becomes a tiny form hicupping in the sun. His sodden impreccations scarely reach your ears as the trailers diminish into flat rectangles.

-	From up here you can see the mountains roll on towards the horizon. There is something likeable about them that you have never quite noticed before. They are like gentle green whales. A radio tower gleams above a cut in the southwest. Senator Bradshaw's new highway stretches north. A glistening cloud rolls into huge candy buttresses above you.	+	From up here you can see the mountains roll on towards the horizon. There is something likeable about them that you have never quite noticed before from the ground. They are like gentle green whales. A radio tower gleams above a cut in the southwest. Senator Bradshaw's new highway stretches north. A glistening cloud rolls into huge candy buttresses above you.

	*[[Southwest]]		*[[Southwest]]

63.70.81.5 at 21:33, 8 December 2006

63.70.81.5 — Fri, 08 Dec 2006 21:33:13 GMT

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The rose is beginning to seem less thorny as you drift into sleep.... Your eyes grow heavier and you can smell the flowers as they would smell in midsummer if they ever bloomed

You begin to drift off into the sky. The sight of yellow dogs worrying a dead possum barely registers as you float above the ground. From your rising vantage you can see your Babymamma. Pensieve and topless she lolls on the dirty sofa smoking a light cigarette. The drunk manager becomes a tiny form hicupping in the sun. His sodden impreccations scarely reach your ears as the trailers diminish into flat rectangles.

From up here you can see the mountains roll on towards the horizon. There is something likeable about them that you have never quite noticed before. They are like gentle green whales. A radio tower gleams above a cut in the southwest. Senator Bradshaw's new highway stretches north. A glistening cloud rolls into huge candy buttresses above you.

*[[Southwest]]
*[[North]]
*[[Up]]
*[[Down to your crummy real life]]