Post by LB Admin on Apr 5, 2008 3:10:34 GMT
There it is again. That feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your heart picks up and your vision is clouded with red. Lips draw back to reveal two rows of lethal fangs, dripping with saliva; the moonlight flashes once across your savage eyes. Then you lunge.
Kill or be killed. Hunt or starve. These are the laws of the wild, passed down from generation to generation. Hunt as one and stay alive. Do you dare risk the bitter arctic chill simply for the thrill of living on the edge? After all, everyone knows death is not a matter of 'if'. It's a matter of 'when'. When will you draw you last breath?
Do you dare?
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