As of 2024, Tomb Raider 2013 Multiplayer is dead, which should've been years ago. It was pretty fun, but all good things must come to an end.
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A team based in Worcester Massachusetts and plays in the ECHL. The team is a bigger choking hazard than the popped balloons at a kids birthday party.
Bro... I can't believe the Worcester Railers choked for the 6th season in a row and missed the playoffs
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“We were getting into it, but I had to hit her with a golden rain check—no way I was gonna risk that kind of distraction.”
"She was all set to go, but I had to call a golden rain check. Came back refreshed and ready for round two.”
“Gave my girl a golden rain check last night. She actually thanked me for the courtesy.”
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“Gave my girl a golden rain check last night. She actually thanked me for the courtesy.”
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I can't focus today, I had a February Rain Dream last night...
You found your way back into my dreams last night.
We had made plans to meet, but I overslept, held back by some strange instinct and when I finally opened the door, the whole world seemed to be drowning in rain.
And there you were. Drenched. Restless. You hadn't even knocked; you were just standing there, waiting. You were taking a deep, soulful drag from a cigarette (I really hope that’s not a new habit). But the second your eyes locked with mine, I saw your shoulders drop, as if you’d been holding your breath for days. You finally closed the distance and just... pulled me in.
You were shaking against me. You were completely soaked, no hat, just those bangs I love, dripping wet and plastered to your forehead. It was a raw, visceral tremor, like your body was trying to physically release all the words we’ve never said, vibrating right against my skin.
And then, we kissed. We kissed until we were breathless, trembling in the quiet aftermath. We held on tight, tracing each other’s outlines just to anchor ourselves in reality, terrified that letting go might mean waking up.
Eventually, the tension broke into laughter. We laughed at the sheer intensity of it, and at my trembling lips. You looked at me with those same mischievous eyes... probably thinking about onions.
It felt like home. I hope that rain catches us soon, for real.
You found your way back into my dreams last night.
We had made plans to meet, but I overslept, held back by some strange instinct and when I finally opened the door, the whole world seemed to be drowning in rain.
And there you were. Drenched. Restless. You hadn't even knocked; you were just standing there, waiting. You were taking a deep, soulful drag from a cigarette (I really hope that’s not a new habit). But the second your eyes locked with mine, I saw your shoulders drop, as if you’d been holding your breath for days. You finally closed the distance and just... pulled me in.
You were shaking against me. You were completely soaked, no hat, just those bangs I love, dripping wet and plastered to your forehead. It was a raw, visceral tremor, like your body was trying to physically release all the words we’ve never said, vibrating right against my skin.
And then, we kissed. We kissed until we were breathless, trembling in the quiet aftermath. We held on tight, tracing each other’s outlines just to anchor ourselves in reality, terrified that letting go might mean waking up.
Eventually, the tension broke into laughter. We laughed at the sheer intensity of it, and at my trembling lips. You looked at me with those same mischievous eyes... probably thinking about onions.
It felt like home. I hope that rain catches us soon, for real.
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