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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 20:13:10 GMT -6
Rockfist lay as he normally would, curled up in a ball, half buried in moss. He had lay there for years without anyone noticing, they stepped on him, killed on him, one time someone tried to kick him. He had finally had enough of it and decided it was time to roll over. so he did, and the earth trembled something fierce and with a loud *CRACK* he had finally sat up for the first time in over a decade.
Rockfist sighed inwardly as he saw two travelers scared out of their minds dash for the closest bush and drive into it. "why does everyone figure im always.... *yawn* going to harm thhheeeeeem...*yawn*" Rockfist grumbled, he began to grab a big yummy looking stone and chow down on it.
he felt at peace.
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