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Issue: 1055 | 10th day of Eating, Y28 |
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Headlines "Rotten Berryl and the Heartbreakers" by pikapi20 As the platinum-hued sun began to set over the grey cursed lands of Meridell, the silver skies above with their wispy white clouds and faint views of the rifts in spacetime over the neighbouring Brightvale slowly ledened in appearance. The Grey Painter's efforts had reached all corners of the rural Kingdom, including the many fields and pastures of Meri Acres Farm. With slate grey waters of the stream running past the greige boundary fences that hemmed in the berry bushes of Pick Your Own, these tiny fruits seemed to be one of the few things that had escaped the villain's gaze. Much to the relief of Aoife. Bouncing down the side of the riverbank, the Loveberry was on something of a mission. Picking her way through the grey blades of grass, Aoife was on her way to Blaze's. Founded by the eponymous Lightmite under a large, upturned wicker punnet that was leant against a large jagged rock, the bar had, in recent times, morphed into something of a refuge for berries, petpetpets and pretty much any other creature too small to be affected by the land-wide curse. Not due to any increased risk of danger, mind you. It's just... the whole vibe of the place, you know? After a long day in the fields, you just want to have some fun. And Meridell was very much not fun at the moment. With the punnet on the horizon, the Loveberry was taken by surprise. "Hey! Hey Aoife!" called out a distant voice. Turning to face the river, there was a Nutritional Blockberry on the opposite side. "You guys ROCK!" he called out, excitedly...
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