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SDB: Parting is Grief
Picture this: You’re standing in front of a towering, gray vault. As the lock twists open, you take a step back. The door swings and a mountain of old junk and new junk starts to fall, toppling from the peak of the vault until you’re able to swim in it. Surrounding you are old books, toys, food that has probably rotted, petpets, codestones, trading cards...
The Lupe pulled herself up off the counter,
moaning at the sore stiffness in her neck and back, and walked slowly across
to the swinging doors that led to the kitchen. She pushed through them and fetched
|Mayhem for Millions! a Minion’s Memoir|
Minions are not only
evil, but they understand evil in a way that only an evil minion can. For instance,
chocolate and asparagus ach y fi? If you understand that you must be an evil minion...
|Judge Me Not by My Avatar!|
I’ll admit that an Illusen avie does not give the impression of a super faithful
evil follower of Sloth, but, as I’m trying to say, we shouldn’t be using avatars
to judge people!
|Space Flight: Part Two|
As Arcadia and Captain Peter settled the passengers under
the rocky outcropping, eight troopers covered the entrance of their semi-cave. A few moments later, Jeran ran up, loaded with
ray guns and extra ammunition, and set them down...