ÚrlaðarGúrðlur fyrir 19 árum, 11 mánuðum Fjöldi lestra: 216

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ég var komin í þriðja borð og þá skipti ég um player og gerði eikkað þar svo þegar ég ættlaði aftur í hinn playerinn þá var ég í fyrsta borði vortexið opið og öll silver reward scrollinn voru þarna lía !!! Joel Vietch skrifaði: <hr>I HATE THE ORANGE GAME <h

“Blood Is The Life Which Flows In You. But It's Also Death When It Escapes. A True Symbol Of Life And Death…”

[Notanda eytt] fyrir 19 árum, 11 mánuðum

Hmm…

Valdirðu “Start with same creature”? Þegar maður byrjar aftur getur maður valið hvort að maður vilji byrja aftur á byrjun, skippa Tutorial eða að byrja aftur með sama dýr og maður var með í fyrri leiknum. Ef maður velur að byrja aftur með sama dýr þá er Vortexið opið og öll Silver Scroll questin á kortinu. Gæti þetta verið málið?
Kveðja, Sigtryggur Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn
that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair
flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire
glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn
growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in
the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into
shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?


Ieyui
Nobomeno
Renmiri
Yojuyogo
Hasatekanae
Kutamae</font

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ÚrlaðarGúrðlur fyrir 19 árum, 11 mánuðum

neipp vegna þess að ég restartaði gameinu ekki Joel Vietch skrifaði: <hr>I HATE THE ORANGE GAME <h

“Blood Is The Life Which Flows In You. But It's Also Death When It Escapes. A True Symbol Of Life And Death…”

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Mortice fyrir 19 árum, 11 mánuðum

Yes, yours is a most dreadful tale.
Let me just get the crab of ineffitable wisdom to solve this case and well be with an answer befor you can say: Mandarinasolominacokorinalokosoraboko one hundred times Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising
I came singing in the sun, swords unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nigthfall!</i

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ÚrlaðarGúrðlur fyrir 19 árum, 11 mánuðum

hefurðu horft á tales of the blode !!! það eru snilldar þættir ;) Joel Vietch skrifaði: <hr>I HATE THE ORANGE GAME <h

“Blood Is The Life Which Flows In You. But It's Also Death When It Escapes. A True Symbol Of Life And Death…”

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[Notanda eytt] fyrir 19 árum, 11 mánuðum

Bara snilld. Mér finnst Nazi krabbinn fyndnastur :P Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn
that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair
flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire
glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn
growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in
the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into
shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?


Ieyui
Nobomeno
Renmiri
Yojuyogo
Hasatekanae
Kutamae</font

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ÚrlaðarGúrðlur fyrir 19 árum, 11 mánuðum

jamm hann er fyndinn

but then m.r. pringles aravied… Joel Vietch skrifaði: <hr>I HATE THE ORANGE GAME <h

“Blood Is The Life Which Flows In You. But It's Also Death When It Escapes. A True Symbol Of Life And Death…”

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Mortice fyrir 19 árum, 11 mánuðum

Jamm, bara snilld!!

Yes my dear gribblet, i believe that the polar bear is vulnerable to ORANGES

Feed the food, find food feed to feed fine food Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising
I came singing in the sun, swords unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nigthfall!</i

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ÚrlaðarGúrðlur fyrir 19 árum, 11 mánuðum

suddenly, uber-pea discended from the sky

EEEEEEEEEK
ITS AN UBER-PEA
 Joel Vietch skrifaði: <hr>I HATE THE ORANGE GAME <h

“Blood Is The Life Which Flows In You. But It's Also Death When It Escapes. A True Symbol Of Life And Death…”

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Mortice fyrir 19 árum, 11 mánuðum

Ooooooooh I´ll eat you if you´re english,
I´ll eat you if you´re french,
I´ll eat you if you´re Roger Moore,
or if you´re Judi Dench.

I like eating people of all different type,
and when I'ull of eating them I put them in my pipe,
I like eating people with a glass of gin,
I like all the parts but my favorite parts the chin. Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising
I came singing in the sun, swords unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nigthfall!</i

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