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>Dan moves to B3. "Don't know, though ah har thuh monsters here aint that tough.Ah jus' hope that is true."
>Dan moves to B3. "Don't know, though ah har thuh monsters here aint that tough.Ah jus' hope that is true."
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@Keyblade87 That sucks hopefully they'll feel better soon
@Mae If I reroll can I undo the powerboost given to the final boss?
>> I guess I'll take the lantern. I'll also move two squares forward and scavenge
@CollectorOfMyst Changed it
Well I'll definitely be saved but things won't go smoothly.
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There once was a man, who is well known in his city. His name was John but on weekends it was Britney. On Sundays, his name was Carl. The rest of the time, it was 'dumbass'. And he has two things that always accompany him, a list of names and a worn-out red marker. It would surprise you to know that, while it went against the expected function, the marker was not for writing on paper.
Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.
He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,
"Fourty dollars for fifteen minutes sounds fair." Dumbass reached into his pocket
There once was a man, who is well known in his city. His name was John but on weekends it was Britney. On Sundays, his name was Carl. The rest of the time, it was 'dumbass'. And he has two things that always accompany him, a list of names and a worn-out red marker. It would surprise you to know that, while it went against the expected function, the marker was not for writing on paper.
Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.
He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,
"Fourty dollars for fifteen minutes sounds fair." Dumbass reached into his pocket
@Mae Dan is ready to head out.
Danny's first though was that going by foot might be safer but when Wolfy found the ring and it turned out that Drimogemon and Cyclomon might not be part of the army he changed his mind. "I say that for now we stick with Locomon, not only is it faster and less tiring it decreases the chance that any army members see that there are humans. But if we're attacked again we should leave the tracks."
The white haired kid's comment about dealing with the rings made sense but there was a potentially much easier way to learn about them. "Yeah, I agree but if anyone knows how to contact Norn maybe we can ask her what she knows first."
Hirschmon was relieved that no one blamed for not helping, though he still thought he should have helped more, that way maybe that Liollmon might have survived. "Next time though I'll definitely make up for this."
The white haired kid's comment about dealing with the rings made sense but there was a potentially much easier way to learn about them. "Yeah, I agree but if anyone knows how to contact Norn maybe we can ask her what she knows first."
Hirschmon was relieved that no one blamed for not helping, though he still thought he should have helped more, that way maybe that Liollmon might have survived. "Next time though I'll definitely make up for this."
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