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"850 Meters: A Kass Basher Tale" by mimitchi880
The second I hear the fanfare, I know I’m in for it.
You see, it’s one thing to be a plushie modeled after the great hero Kass—well, hero to the Darigan Citadel, at least—and have the pleasure and privilege of wearing a well-known face instead of looking like an ordinary Neopet. That by itself would have been a nice life. Some little Darigan Acara or Skeith would have begged their owner to take me home, and I would have been played with, well-worn, loved.
But no. It’s another thing entirely to be a Kass plushie who spends year after year being dropped from a tree and whacked around on the pretense that Kass just happened to sort-of get corrupted and be the antagonist in the Battle for Meridell that one time. But is that any reason to doom a stuffed Eyrie to eternal pummeling? I’m innocent! I’m stuffing and buttons! I’m not a crooked overlord! Do I look like the real Kass?
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