How wonderfully generic. n/t

How wonderfully generic. n/t:
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Posted by Desert Rose on October 23, 2000 at 06:48:47:

In Reply to: And yes, my bad, there is text. =D posted by Rangerman on October 22, 2000 at 18:56:47:

> > Ranger never really knew the city, it was just there, and in the way. It never seemed natural to him, is false sanctity obvious in his mind. All he ever knew was the forest, his home. His life was one of harmony and peace, but it was short lived. The folks of the cities began to intrude into his home, at first not seeking to harm it though. They carelessly walked through, trampling the fox’s dens and knocking the bird’s nests from the trees. For a while it was hardly any trouble to repair what damage the folks had done, but it was not long before the outsiders began truly to harm the wood.

> > Masses of them poured into the wood toting bows and shields, and implements of war, as if to fight some great battle. But all they sought was more for themselves. They needlessly killed the creatures of the wood, often taking only their hides, and leaving their bodies to rot. They chopped down nearly all the trees, not to keep themselves warm for the night, but to burn in massive bonfires, wasting nature’s bounty. While hunting to live was the natural way, things had gone too far, and that which he loves was being ravaged all around him. He could only repair their damage so fast, and creating new life was far beyond any power he had.

> > While he never truly understood why, he knew something more had to be done, he simply felt it in his soul. He began chasing those who terrorized his home out of the wood, and those who were steadfast in their ways, he attacked, not seeking death, but rather to drive them away. He wandered Thera doing all he could to protect what was left of it, and trying as hard as he could to nurture it back to health. He mended the broken trees, and released the animals from the contraptions that held them. He picked up the trash, which littered the ocean and the wood. He let his instinct guide him, trusting it completely to lead him, and the wood, back to the utopia they had once had.

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My my, aren't we snippy...n/t Fienn 11:14:22 10/23/2000 (1)
- No, not Snippy. I'm a God Damn bitter son of a bitch who's mad at the world. n/t Desert Rose 09:30:55 10/25/2000 (0)
There are reasons people ask for help, the generic nature of their role being the main reason in this case... Rangerman 07:58:17 10/23/2000 (0)

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Comments:	> > > Ranger never really knew the city, it was just there, and in the way. It never seemed natural to him, is false sanctity obvious in his mind. All he ever knew was the forest, his home. His life was one of harmony and peace, but it was short lived. The folks of the cities began to intrude into his home, at first not seeking to harm it though. They carelessly walked through, trampling the fox’s dens and knocking the bird’s nests from the trees. For a while it was hardly any trouble to repair what damage the folks had done, but it was not long before the outsiders began truly to harm the wood. > > > Masses of them poured into the wood toting bows and shields, and implements of war, as if to fight some great battle. But all they sought was more for themselves. They needlessly killed the creatures of the wood, often taking only their hides, and leaving their bodies to rot. They chopped down nearly all the trees, not to keep themselves warm for the night, but to burn in massive bonfires, wasting nature’s bounty. While hunting to live was the natural way, things had gone too far, and that which he loves was being ravaged all around him. He could only repair their damage so fast, and creating new life was far beyond any power he had. > > > While he never truly understood why, he knew something more had to be done, he simply felt it in his soul. He began chasing those who terrorized his home out of the wood, and those who were steadfast in their ways, he attacked, not seeking death, but rather to drive them away. He wandered Thera doing all he could to protect what was left of it, and trying as hard as he could to nurture it back to health. He mended the broken trees, and released the animals from the contraptions that held them. He picked up the trash, which littered the ocean and the wood. He let his instinct guide him, trusting it completely to lead him, and the wood, back to the utopia they had once had.

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