Tribal Tattoos & Darker Tides
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Last published Sun, Apr 5, 2015
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My mother use to tell me that my impulsive mindset would end up being the death of me. It's funny how she could see into the future because she was right. Here I lay in a pool of my own blood staring up at the ceiling of the warehouse I call my home. I was impulsive... I had ended up here because I was an idiot at times. I have made my mistakes in life.
This will be a Farcry 3 fanfiction I have been working on for quite sometime. I do not own anything Ubisoft and this will take place Pre-Game.
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