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Terror Americus

"Sons of Northern American Darkness"

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    We are distant cousins of Terror Britannia and Terror Australia. Lost years ago across the pond in the wild badlands that has become known as America.Just like them we are friendly,cooperative and willing to accept just about any mature player who wants to have some fun and chill out.In this day and age gamers come from all walks of life.No matter what type of gamer you are you will find like minded people in our extended digital family.That is what we are at the very core.A family.Even though we're growing fast we are still willing and able to connect to the newest member and greenest gaurdian.We're very dedicated to making sure this is YOUR family!Always listening and constantly improving on every aspect of the clan.We don't care what level you are, how long you have played, or how much experience you have. All we care about is that we help you achieve your goals, have a good time in Destiny and being active in chat to help with the goals of your fellow clan mates.

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    1050 Members
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    9 Years as a Group
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originally posted in:Terror Americus
11/8/2015 3:55:08 AM
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Have you ever tasted spam before? Oh, how the look of it just makes my tastebuds tingle. My parents usually keep me with a stable supply of it, but recently my addiction has gotten...out of hand. I ate all of it, in record time. I persuaded my parents to go and buy me more. The day passed while I waited for them to come back, and my stomach beckoned me for more spam. In a desperate attempt to quench my thirst, I decided to do the next best thing. I found my family's deposit of salt in the pantries and popped open the cap. I dumped all of the salt in my mouth and held it on my tongue. The salt was just pure sex to my taste buds, but not enough. I needed that spam. My parents came home two hours later, two hours I spent in the corner reminiscing about spam. They came in and gave me the spam, along with an assortment of cereal. I didn't care about the cereal. I grabbed the spam and ran to my room. I ripped the lid off and began devouring it. The taste of the unnaturally salty spam was pure euphoria. Something happened that day, something revolutionary. The spam made me produce an orgasm. I needed more.

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