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Artful Interviews with F.V. Shmoobenduffle
You came back, I knew you would. After all, you realize true art when you see it, even if it might be buried beneath the disorganized thought of the unworthy. Prior to this, I, Fabio Von Smhoobenduffle, introduced you to a sophisticated summary of undead summoning. I defined terms for the simple-minded, and explained techniques in an elaborate, prose-filled manner. Unfortunately, my time to share the quill has come. The rabble has appeared.
Without further ado, I introduce you to the interview section of this article. I do hope you ravish in the quality of my work.
Other Stories
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 The Unsung Sous
The last thing I remember before my entire world crumbled was being in the throne room of King Kelpbeard. I had just completed another successful royal dinner. A delectable five course meal, composed of Ocean Salad Delight, Fresh Oysters, Kelp Gazpacho, Filet of Beef, Octopi Souffle. Made complete with a complimentary cocktail, no less!
by littlebugcity |
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 Usuki Singing Stars #36: Sparkles' Dancing Shoes
Miss Stryke blew her whistle. “It’s one two three, one two three!” the yellow Kau barked at her students. “This is the Brightvalian waltz, not square dancing!” The students groaned. Everyone was paired with a dance partner and most of them were struggling to dance. Sparkles was confused as she attempted to lead her partner.
by downrightdude |
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 Erin's Extreme Avatar Guide: Carnival of Terror
In honor of this spooky season, I’m writing a series of game guides from the Haunted World just for you, my beloved readers. This week, we’ll talk about the dreaded Carnival of Terror, featuring creepy robotic clowns shuffling across a gloomy looking fairground, complete with sparse trees and just enough smog to make you uncomfortable.
by krazypinkgurl |
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 The Neovian Misadventure of Will and Biggs: Part One
A tall dark figure paced back and forth in a tiny, dimly lit room smattered with frocks, perfumes, and cosmetics. A ratty grey tailcoat with a bright amaranth fringe wrapped around his slender frame. He stopped and creaked open the door, taking a peep down the barren, dark hallway of similar doors.
by general_grievious__ |
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