Subject: [PW!] ATR Stuff
Date: Thursday, February 24, 2000 9:36 PM
Departed was her soul.
The cold, clamy, yet well rounded body of the mysterious
Laura Dark of ATR rested it's tired, ached body on the freezing metal floor of
the ATR training gym. Stood over her was another ATR, Saber, whose heart
pounded in unison with the ticking of the old wall clock. *Tick.*
At the moment Derrick spoke to Laura over the computer from
the other side of the island, her body suddenly became full of the scent of
death as mysterious shock waves withered throughout her body. *Tick.*
Immediately, Derrick rushed towards the Training Gym to see
what the hell had happened. *Tick.*
To Be Continued
I don't feel in a writing mood today...
My motivation to write PW! is departing.
Where have all the writers gone?
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"All we are saying is give peace a chance."
-John Lennon, Paul McCartney
"Hide people from bad things and you've made them weaker."