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 Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 6:47 pm
In the back of the garden, there appears to be a maze of tall bushes that seemingly lead on and on. The fog settles gently on the ground, and lush green is all that is visible. Vines reach out to great the visitors, and roots curl protectively over the ground.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 6:48 pm
Sam sat in the back on the ground, one knee tugged to herself, staring out into a bush aimlessly. It had been a long day... and it was relatively warm out for now. Well; she was used to the cold, so maybe it was, in fact, cold?
Bah... it didn't matter. This maze was more of a challenge than she thought.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 12:11 pm
Cordain was huffing and puffing, he was sweating and still running at full speed as if his life depended upon it. He hit a corner, slide and bolted down to the next path. He had been at this maze for an hour. He could get out of it at anytime, but it was good, exercising his mind and body at once.
He then ran into a bush, like the moron he was. Ha.
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