Plot ⤋
Vi befinder os i en fiktiv by, kaldet Di Morga, som er beliggen i Frankrig. Dette sted, vrimler med forskellige væsner, hvis eksistens er ukendt for den omgivende verden, der ikke er klar over de mange racer der befinder sig i verdenen udover nogle typiske mere kendte: Vampyrer og Varulve. I denne by lever de forskellige væsner side om side med hinanden. Dette resulterer i forskellige slag imellem disse, som ofte leder til et større tumult i byen. Tidsperioden er i vor nutid, placeret i Frankrig.
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Vores brugere har i alt skrevet 255494 indlæg i 12833 emner
Poem Mode
Vie La Mort :: Off Game :: Kreativitet
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Poem Mode
I have going into a creative poem mode...
(New color = New Poem)
A broken heart is hard to fix,
A broken heart is where everything ends.
My life is where I will begun,
My life is where I will end.
The hope is out of mind,
The hope is out of soul.
Loving you is harder then I though,
Loving you is better than paradise.
The jalousie is so big so huge that I can’t resets,
The jalousie is so evil it ate me up from the beginning.
The fight has come and I try my best,
The fight is going to be the end of me.
Words are things who’s empty,
Only the thoughts know what’s true.
Take me away
to the dreaming place
in the paradise stage
and there is God who’s taking my hand.
When lives goes around,
and only the whispering is taking in ground.
Is love going from the world,
and nothing else then words,
can explain your missed sound.
(New color = New Poem)
A broken heart is hard to fix,
A broken heart is where everything ends.
My life is where I will begun,
My life is where I will end.
The hope is out of mind,
The hope is out of soul.
Loving you is harder then I though,
Loving you is better than paradise.
The jalousie is so big so huge that I can’t resets,
The jalousie is so evil it ate me up from the beginning.
The fight has come and I try my best,
The fight is going to be the end of me.
Words are things who’s empty,
Only the thoughts know what’s true.
Take me away
to the dreaming place
in the paradise stage
and there is God who’s taking my hand.
When lives goes around,
and only the whispering is taking in ground.
Is love going from the world,
and nothing else then words,
can explain your missed sound.
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» This is me without you - poem
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» føleles poem
» Ninja-mode
» Love poem (må meget gerne kommenteres da det er mit første o.o')
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