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Post by Taylor; on Jan 29, 2008 10:17:12 GMT -6
Please paste this form on any site you can, and let us know where so we can Affiliate! [Don't forget to remove Asterisks from the code!]
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CCR is a Beginner, to Advanced Roleplay. Currently in need for Male, and Female Students, Counselors, Trainers, Ranch Hands, and once more of the 'real life' side of the site gets put up, just simple, plain people living their lives. Face Claim is quite empty, and staff spots are open.
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“[i]Where are you headed now? There's not much chance left for you.[/i]” The Policeman's voice echoes through you're mind as you sit in your lonely room, furnished with a rickety bed, and a lonely dresser. You're roommate isn't around. You're alone. You've been sitting there for a while, looking over the few options you [i]do[/i]have. You're mind wanders to a couple nights before, when you had been simply surfing the net. You remember something you'd ran across. Cross Creek Ranch. The atmosphere that had been described seemed peaceful. You worked at you're own pace. You'd get you're own horse, and in the end, you could have a new life. It was simple. A bit of convincing, and you could be there. Now all you had to do was to be respectful and less rebellious. Within a few days, you've made it. The car is pulling slowly in the drive when you're eyes wander to the sign that stood quite lonely in the pasture to you're left. “[i]Cross Creek Ranch: A New Beginning.[/i]” It reads. Perhaps it was right. You'd find out eventually what lay in store for you here. Good things, hopefully.
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Here is how it will look:
CCR is a Beginner, to Advanced Roleplay. Currently in need for Male, and Female Students, Counselors, Trainers, Ranch Hands, and once more of the 'real life' side of the site gets put up, just simple, plain people living their lives. Face Claim is quite empty, and staff spots are open.
“Where are you headed now? There's not much chance left for you.” The Policeman's voice echoes through you're mind as you sit in your lonely room, furnished with a rickety bed, and a lonely dresser. You're roommate isn't around. You're alone. You've been sitting there for a while, looking over the few options you dohave. You're mind wanders to a couple nights before, when you had been simply surfing the net. You remember something you'd ran across. Cross Creek Ranch. The atmosphere that had been described seemed peaceful. You worked at you're own pace. You'd get you're own horse, and in the end, you could have a new life. It was simple. A bit of convincing, and you could be there. Now all you had to do was to be respectful and less rebellious. Within a few days, you've made it. The car is pulling slowly in the drive when you're eyes wander to the sign that stood quite lonely in the pasture to you're left. “Cross Creek Ranch: A New Beginning.” It reads. Perhaps it was right. You'd find out eventually what lay in store for you here. Good things, hopefully.
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