We'll meet again when autumn has found her grave,And the frigid snow will chant a dirge for her penitent soul.
-Dirge Of Autumn, a story by Inaara
Online:
Members:

1) Do you like the new Chatango box on the homepage? (It should load faster.)

2) Do you like the black tab button in the bottom right corner?

1) Yes. 2) Yes. (66%)
1) Yes. 2) No. (4%)
1) No. 2) Yes. (0%)
1) No. 2) No. (7%)
I don't chat. (21%)
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