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					Originally Posted by Xantille
					[You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]A man lay in his death bed. Due to his chronic diabesity, he has only days to live. Surrounding him are pictures of family members, people who "haven't had the time" to visit him, aside from the occasional encouraging text message.
 His cell phone beeps. His eyes strain to see the message:
 
 "Server reset login quickly, gotta clear dragons tonight."
 
 He sighs. He doesn't even have the strength to keyboard turn, let alone click his spell gems.
 
 Instead, he begins writing his will. The first line reads, "to my son, I bequeath all of my DKP, now owned and after acquired. May you get the AoN that had become my life's work."
 
 Suddenly, he feels weak. He drops the pen. This is it, he thinks. This is the big one. The journey is over. "My only regret?" he thinks to himself, "was missing that last CT raid."
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				__________________ Xantille CaresI fuk ur mouth since 2001
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