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MasterOfWhispers
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- Jan 15, 2009
Today was a very bad day....
Eight hours ago, A tall dark young man named Jack Tristan was on his way from a long but very pleasurable trip in Hawii. Two weeks of the sun bathing his skin and the hoolah dancers entertaining his heart and he was ready to get back to his job over at the Radio Station. Instead......
"Your him! Your The Sun god come to cleanse this world!" A fanatical native was standing over him at the shores of a rather conspicuous island. The last thing he remembered was violent shaking and the plane burning and embracing the eternal sea. What could only be more conspicuous about the online was that the natives spoke near perfect English. He faded out of conscious again.
When he woke up again this time in a hut made of straw under the sheets of well sewed quills and blankets. He found that his shirt was off, his well sculpted body pained with various foreign words and letter. he had been nursed back to health by one of the locals. The Fanatical native arrived again, his eyes full of religious zeal. Seeing the new "god" recovering full health he grabbed Jack's hand, dragging him to what seem to be a cave.
"Oh great sun god please protect us, take this maiden as our sacrifice, and in sure many seasons of good harvests and less predators."
Eight hours ago, A tall dark young man named Jack Tristan was on his way from a long but very pleasurable trip in Hawii. Two weeks of the sun bathing his skin and the hoolah dancers entertaining his heart and he was ready to get back to his job over at the Radio Station. Instead......
"Your him! Your The Sun god come to cleanse this world!" A fanatical native was standing over him at the shores of a rather conspicuous island. The last thing he remembered was violent shaking and the plane burning and embracing the eternal sea. What could only be more conspicuous about the online was that the natives spoke near perfect English. He faded out of conscious again.
When he woke up again this time in a hut made of straw under the sheets of well sewed quills and blankets. He found that his shirt was off, his well sculpted body pained with various foreign words and letter. he had been nursed back to health by one of the locals. The Fanatical native arrived again, his eyes full of religious zeal. Seeing the new "god" recovering full health he grabbed Jack's hand, dragging him to what seem to be a cave.
"Oh great sun god please protect us, take this maiden as our sacrifice, and in sure many seasons of good harvests and less predators."