the chief of the city ordered to kill the child his curse of heaven will distroy our island he must be disposed
I wanna speak english this evening.
But I'm way to lazy to read all the 6 past pages to play the game properly :/
Thanks for your support Romantika
no way to continue this kind of story , so i prupose an other one .
let us no about your love story in english :langue:.
i can't start because i don't have one , no love story at the moment .
and youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu .
About my financial situation : I keep on leaving above my standard of leaving
Like most of us little frenchies !
ok credit card number plz, i wanna live above my standard like the "little frenchies"
ps: tell us about your love story, people here might help you a lot
we will try to build a story to practice our english, just imagine anything and tell it!!!
I start:
A man walking in the street, when suddenly....
my english is just perfect, i don't need to tell any story !!!
pouvre child he does not deserve it it is just a child ...
you are mean to him.
hey come on it's just story and we try to have fun that's all sister
best wishe's
hi everybody
how are you today? fine i hope
Okay, could someone please sum up the story so far?
Then suddenly, we hear Pureminded knocking at the topic's door.
"wesh kayen shi oua3id temma oula walou ?" he says in a weird arab slang.
After a few seconds of utter silence, the large gates mysteriously open as if driven by a ghostly power, revealing a cold, empty topic. Poor PureMinded decides to turn around and leave the dreadful place, when a otherworldly voice comes out of the darkness, freezing him with terror :
"Wa9ila na9essna chi topic be ddarija, yak al 3chir."