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Fiasco! Candy Apples and Razorblades

take whatever number you want. I'll have whatever left.

So, shit. I'm brewing in my motherfucking, ink pot that maybe my main mammal can be a sort of socity scientists dude and he's got his own feelers in the fate of the town and that's why he motherfucking, gives @Pirouette his weird wire wrapper.

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shit, just make me a member of the rolling stones because I'll tumble down whatever, motherfucking, meadow of mayhem you guys want with whatever number. Take a 4, shit, take mathmatic formulae for the frankenstein life equation.

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@Pirouette

The society can be a milita in style of spc foundation-guys who classify and contain mysticals mishaps and motherfucking, fanatstical collapses- the witch is one of these containments, her super motherfucking, taste bud tingling phantom form is attracking the soul eaters-pneumavores- and my ball bringer is assigned to making sure the witch gets in her vessel-you- so the ghostly gluttons stop trying party in our place.

the reason why my motherfucking, apathetic adventure is sent to handle this is because most of the competent coworkers got eaten holding back the mists attack. So, my motherfucking, dude sort is on both sides.

He got to give the witch a body to save the town, but, if he does that he got ot also figure out a way to imprison her so she won't also torch the town like a drunken disco dance routine with a fondness for candle lights.

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@Pirouette@Cao the Exiled

I poke in my plotter, kindred.

That poaching the witch could be a part of a bigger, motherfucking, boss of buggery. I think the motherfucking, society should be this great expanse of this neighborehood watch meets SPC foundation, shit. The witch is one of the many containtment classes they got to run the course.

Maybe we can like, bind these two concepts clashing together. Where the witches soul is attracting all these souls eaters because all those warts nd wizardy makes a funky aroma. So, maybe, the society is trying to put her in a body to stop 'em eloping to our groping ground of ghouls.

My dude can be this, motherfucking, inept guy they send to do the job since 90% of the group got nommed trying to fight 'em back.

Then it's like...we got this great gamble. We want to contain the witche but she's dangerous alive. Yet she's making more danger dead. So we got to put our necks under the road side and play chicken with the truck of terrors. This way, everyone got sort of conflicting but similair goals.

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I was thinking there could be this motherfucking, connection. Where the Pneumaovore can be the big bad of the city. Like, maybe the witch/ the society and magic is tied up to it. Maybe its, like, snoozing in invisible. Like a big tent over the town-and its rough area- and that creates this weirdness magnet.

and the it requires murders to appease it-those murdered under it feed it- and the way they are murdered is like...seasoning to it. If we don't keep it fed it will eventually wake up.

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@Mae

Shit, my sister of the terror twister. May I motherfucking, motion that we include Pneumavores into this. Like, maybe we can make that apart of the secret society function.

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@Jove

shit. I could be like, some, motherfucking, secret society dude who is made head of the feet parade in order to keep an spectable on your spots or something. That could be, motherfucking, cool. but it's obvious my dude know nothing about formating his funk and fizz because he's a fuck.

Maybe he can even have a fake mustache and shit.

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@Pirouette

shit, I meant 2. Nice catch my codified comrade.

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@Mae

uh, shit.

I pick object 3-weird science-

with my dancing dame.

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@Mae

oh, shit, sister. Please let our motherfucking, fear feast have to do with the make up beats of the carnal release.