by Zeke » November 19th, 2008, 7:42 am
"Ok, you ready?" He asked creeping foreward. "Follow me." Before he finished, Zeke took off, staying as low to the ground possible as possible, flying toward the large, rock structure that he had found on the horizion.

"When the power of love overcomes the love of
power, the world will know peace." -Jimi Hendrix