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*** WARNING: Some "spicy" details described *** [France 1788. After beating, interrogating and eventually killing a corrupted and perverted abbot, Patricia Valmont, a.k.a. "The Black Rose" visits her cousin and lover, Albert Dreyfus, in order to share the information she collected from the abbot and decide her next target] Albert Dreyfus, Patricia's cousin and lover, was the only one aware of her dual identity as "the Black Rose." After her raid on the Port-Royal des Champs Abbey, Patricia surprised him with an impromptu visit, showing up well past midnight at his residence dressed in an extravagant manner. She wore loose pants and a disheveled shirt that, on her, looked mismatched, giving her a sloppy and unkempt appearance. It was, of course, the attire she had put on, after shedding the nun disguise. Amidst the population of Paris, it wouldn't have seemed extravagant at all, but Albert, who knew her well, and was familiar with her refined tastes in clothing, was decidedly

The bed awaited each morning with joy, For we let spring spill on the sheets— Just a tad whenever we woke up. Ours weren't playdates of note, Rather daffodils unencumbered with The expectations of prickless beauty. As the cradle looked in approval, Our happy chuckles gave it purpose, Then we bloomed, unbothered and true. We appear quiet in the vastness without— but our content faces speak volumes. For the bed, the covers, and the air around shelter all core memories in this room of ours.

† - 0 - † Jerusalem; August 7, 1099 A.D. The sun was setting behind the glowing Dome of the Rock, its dusky orange light combined with the intense gleam of the gold tiles suffusing the monument's entranceway. An old, cracked wooden table sat in that light, making it the perfect place for reading maps (such as the currently laid-out one, showing the Near East territories) and letters such as the one resting atop of it. The seal holding the letter shut had already been broken open, which only its intended recipient would dare to do, considering it was the seal of the greatest power on Earth: the Roman Catholic Church. The man to whom it was addressed was still smiling broadly, his breath still caught in restrained glee as he read once again the Decree contained on the parchment; even after a hundred readings, it still made him feel giddy. "By the power vested in us by our Saviour, we give to the Duke Godefroi de Bouillon possession and control over the kingdom of Jerusalem as

(Author's note, FNAF, spring bonnie, and the official FNAF character encylocpedia does not belong to me. This is a rewrite of one of the pages because I personally didn't like it! Nothing belongs to me!) Don't move. Spring Bonnie is the original Bonnie, and looks very similar, except for his golden color, and being one of a small number of Springlock suits! Spring lock suits are mascots that can either be worn by a person, or operated separately as animatronics. But they are extremely unstable especially the older models, so you always need to be careful not to trip one. These were discontinued shortly after because of a few...mishaps... Spring Bonnie comes in a pair, along with Fredbear, another golden, Springlock variation of Freddy Fazbear! But both animatronics have had their share of tragedies caused by them. Or in Spring Bonnie's case, it was the one inside him who caused tragedies. Spring Bonnie's appearance in Five Nights At

"Man has forgotten or been ignorant that his faculties are limited. He has failed to mark the line of demarcation, beyond which his knowledge could not extend. Instead of applying his mind to objects cognizable by his senses, he has attempted subjects above the reach of the human mind, and has lost and bewildered himself in the maze of metaphysics. He has not known or not attended to what has so clearly been proved by Locke, that no idea can be received except through the medium of sense. He has endeavored to form ideas without attending to this principle, and, as might be expected, he has run into the greatest of absurdities, the necessary consequence of such imprudence............." FROM "ANACALYPSIS" BY GODFREY HIGGINS