A Goon
But this is not the end. He left politics in '84. But he came back for Meech. He came back for Charlottetown. He came back to remind us of who we are and what we're all capable of. But he won't be coming back anymore. It's all up to us, all of us, now. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. He has kept his promises and earned his sleep. Je t'aime Papa.
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Continueing the Tyrant's journey, quest for the Bomb... Pt.2

Author: Tyrant~|TOA| ()
Date: 2000-03-08 00:00:00

The hidden wall closed silently behind the dark figure. The sudden chill of darkness was quick to cast out any warmth within. With short gasps of thin dry air the figure cast about for a light.

A gloomy light chased the darkness into the gloomy recesses.
The shadows streching out to claim what the light could not take.

Muttering to himself the figure quickly draws a map in the dust of the floor. From memory he sketches out the tunnels and bi-ways. From the forum to the Staff area, contemplating the likely places for the bomb.

Quickly errasing all trake of his map the figure casts for a dark alclove and carefully sweeps back dust to cover his trail. Chideing himself on a poor job he hopes the disturbed dust will only mean evedence of the door being opened inward.
A faint click he had heard becomes a low moaning. As a great door is slowly opened. A door that must weigh much. The whisp of hurried foot steps fades off into the deep catacombes. The other figure undaunted by the light...


"My opinions may have changed, but not the fact that I am right."annon

Continueing the Tyrant's journey, quest for the Bomb... Pt.2 - Tyrant~|TOA| - 2000-03-08 00:00:00