| I wanna take you away Let's escape into the music, DJ let it play I just can't refuse it Like the way you do this Keep on rockin' to it Please don't stop the, please don't stop the music |


The Red String Strangles On 3The next morning, Karin woke up in the same position she fell on her bed in, feeling numb in the left arm which she rested her head on. She banged it against the wall to try and get some feeling into it, but realised it wasn't going to do her good, until she realised the door behind her bed which led into Thirisis' room was ajar. She decided to sneak in and wake him up, but after taking a sneak peek, she noticed that he wasn't asleep. Instead, he was walking around the room, only wearing a pair of pants, so she assumed he just woke up.The Red String Strangles On 3
What is there to like about this guy? Karin thought to herself. He's rather arrogant and stuck


The Red String Strangles On 2"Attention, class!" a baritone voice boomed from the middle of the room, and Karin assumed quickly that this was a class room. However, instead of being arranged with a blackboard at the front of the room, there was now a floating hollow cylindrical surface which had new information being written on it with just a command being said in the middle of the room. The teacher, another Gliborgian alien, was standing inside this cylinder, which had a hovering platform on the bottom. All the desks and chairs were arranged in a circular fashion around the floating platformed technology, and there was a spare seat at the "front", just near the surface,The Red String Strangles On 2


The Red String Strangles On 1Tingalingaling. The sound of a bell pleasantly filled the mind of 18-year-old Karin, unconscious from the world transfer, from the joyous town of Calderon, to this new, unknown area. For all she knew, there was blackness. Darkness surrounding her, she hadn't had a chance to wake up yet. As the crisp ringing slowly subsided, voices overlapped the bell track, very unfamiliar voices, to be precise. As she sluggishly regained consciousness, she could only start to make out the words of the voices from above her. "Are you hurt?" "How long has she been out?" "Where does she come from?" "She can't pass out now!" and many over worrying lines were subThe Red String Strangles On 1
| Enjoy the rest of my shyyytz. |
| Enjoy the rest of the other people's art. |

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Marx The Heartless - defending the rights of muffins since 5 minutes ago.
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56.28% of statistics are made up on the spot. Which explains why nearly all the statistics on dA are bullshit, including this one.
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56.28% of statistics are made up on the spot. Which explains why nearly all the statistics on dA are bullshit, including this one.
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Do you think about me now & then?
Do you think about me now & then...
'Cause I'm coming home again.
Maybe we can start again.
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56.28% of statistics are made up on the spot. Which explains why nearly all the statistics on dA are bullshit, including this one.
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Marx The Heartless - defending the rights of muffins since 5 minutes ago.
나의 사랑
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56.28% of statistics are made up on the spot. Which explains why nearly all the statistics on dA are bullshit, including this one.
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