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Brenda's Gothom - Fighting for Love
Porthos had enough. He loved Brenda, he wouldn't let her just walk away and vanish.
He stood up, slightly unsteadily, then tossed a few coins on the counter to pay for his drinks, sprinting at the door, determined to make it work.
"Brenda!" he yelped, bursting through and suddenly sprawling flat on a dark, cold street.
he took a moment to realize he'd opened his eyes, then stared around in disbelief. This... this was a wrorld unlike any he'd ever dreamed of, and he started, gasped, and looked around, starting as a strange light on a pole fluttered and went off and on.
The Musketeer stood, then started as some loud alarm went off, a noise he'd never heard before. He sword was out in a flash, and he wlked backwards, back to the wall, wishing his honorary brothers were here with him.
Lost, confused, and every nerve tingling and on alert, Porthos slowly went down the street, seeing nothing but strange, frightening shapes and dark, half invivisble forms that fled as he approached.
He suddenly contemplated the possibilty that he'd died and gone to Hell without noticing.
He stood up, slightly unsteadily, then tossed a few coins on the counter to pay for his drinks, sprinting at the door, determined to make it work.
"Brenda!" he yelped, bursting through and suddenly sprawling flat on a dark, cold street.
he took a moment to realize he'd opened his eyes, then stared around in disbelief. This... this was a wrorld unlike any he'd ever dreamed of, and he started, gasped, and looked around, starting as a strange light on a pole fluttered and went off and on.
The Musketeer stood, then started as some loud alarm went off, a noise he'd never heard before. He sword was out in a flash, and he wlked backwards, back to the wall, wishing his honorary brothers were here with him.
Lost, confused, and every nerve tingling and on alert, Porthos slowly went down the street, seeing nothing but strange, frightening shapes and dark, half invivisble forms that fled as he approached.
He suddenly contemplated the possibilty that he'd died and gone to Hell without noticing.
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"Darling.... Why... why won't you marry me? I would do anything to prove me worth."
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