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Saturday, December 25, 2010

boom

and the skies lit up with turbolasers. Reality's main cannons pierced deep space igniting it's target's hull. Pure energy beams melting it's target. It's target had no chance of survival at all.
Posted by Medical Frigate at 12/25/2010 01:02:00 AM
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