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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...
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 Cheeriness Planted
As I watched the bobber floating in the water,
the metal fishhook hidden below the surface, I felt a bit of a thrill at the
prospect of reeling in a sunken treasure. "Do you think we'll catch anything
good today?"
by nut862 |
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 Before the Dance
At her left paw was a tambourine, which she tapped
every now and then and jiggled the shiny jingly bits. Oh, how she loved music!
Her joy in life was dancing, closely followed by unleashing the magic of the
sound of her tambourine...
by precious_katuch14 |
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 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!
by azellica |
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 Escape: Part One
Valrigard the
Draik sat in front of a small open window, taking in the breathtaking landscape
with a lazy sweep of his eyes. Below, villagers were just beginning to wake
up to find their rows and rows of cornfields, berry bushes, and potato plants
soaking in the morning sun...
by firedragon9078 |
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