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| 10 May 2013 04:50 AM |
| The small room slightly echoed with the tired swordsman's voice, his sleep eyes looking at desks laid in repetitive rows, his Falchion propped against the windowsill. His hand was slightly shaking, grasping a short piece of chalk amid the sea of dark, black green that was the blackboard, 'COLLAB' etched across the top untidily. |
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| 10 May 2013 02:44 PM |
| Sighing to himself, the swordsmanput down his own idea, writing 'fantasy medieval' in an untidy scrawl underneath the title. |
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