Bolt660
(Is this game even difficult? As if you know how to touch type then you should know where all the keys are without looking at it. So eyes being closed shouldn't be an issue for a lot of us. )

Bolt660
(Is this game even difficult? As if you know how to touch type then you should know where all the keys are without looking at it. So eyes being closed shouldn't be an issue for a lot of us. )
Polarisariov woops
@Bolt660; u spelt xxMATTGxx wrong
Ross | former senior hxhd, events organiser x5, and rare values x
SackRace
650c
she's morphine, queen of my vaccine
polarisation
maria
maria sucks
maria loves the heunger games
McDonalds
Is Hot
Sxy Lady
Lol I just tYPED ALL OF THIS HEHE!!
Ross | former senior hxhd, events organiser x5, and rare values x
Nick
Os a forum mod and never gives us a chance with that game cant remember cause im typing with my eyes closed
Ross | former senior hxhd, events organiser x5, and rare values x
SackRace
To easy ~~~
In the end, it was efficient, brutal and noisy.
Melissa watched from their hiding place as the farmhouse was surrounded, as bulky black-clad figures strode towards Robert, looking at him down the sights of their guns. He ambled toward them, arms already spreading, hands pulled out of the pockets of his old cardigan which hung from his thin frame. Cigarette smoke billowed around his head as it flicked left and right, left and right, bewildered.
‘Get down. Get down! Down on the ground. Hands on your head. Hands on your head!’
Robert complied, raising his hands first in the air and then to his head. He began to kneel as quickly as his grinding joints would allow, but not quickly enough. An officer wearing body armour and a helmet levelled a gun to the back of his head and aimed a swift kick to the back of his legs. Knees buckling, he landed heavily with a grunt. His cigarette, knocked from his mouth, bounced on the ground and landed a few inches from his head, smouldering.
Three armour-clad officers fell on him immediately, pinning him down, shouting. They stretched his arms out in a cruel parody of crucifixion, leaning hard on his elbows and the side of his face.
Immobile. Captured.
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