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Issue: 651 | 27th day of Relaxing, Y16 |
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Mud Coffee of the Ancients by goron0000 | Description: Based on a true story. |
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Mud Coffee Christmas by goron0000 | Description: ...one of the downsides of being a polite nerd.
Art by kaiodadragon |
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Mud Coffee by goron0000 | Description: Makes me wonder how she got them. |
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Mud Coffee - Altador Cup Edition by goron0000 | Description: So that's why Moltara always loses... |
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Mud Coffee by goron0000 | Description: And it's not even a GROSS food... |
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Mud Coffee by goron0000 | Description: Grundo's Master |
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Mud Coffee by goron0000 | Description: The world may never know... |
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Mud Coffee by goron0000 | Description: Grandma Boochi fires her ray gun... |
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Mud Coffee by goron0000 | Description: He gets that a lot.
Idea by dr_tomoe |
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Mud Coffee by goron0000 | Description: At least it tastes good?
Idea by dr_tomoe |
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Mud Coffee by goron0000 | Description: Twisted Histories- The Faeries' Ruin
Idea by dr_tomoe |
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Mud Coffee by goron0000 | Description: It's the thought that counts, but make sure you actually think.
Idea by dr_tomoe |
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Mud Coffee by goron0000 | Description: We do this every day. It's getting expensive.
Idea by parody_ham |
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Concerning Smugglers: Part Five The water seemed endless, even though he knew that it couldn't be more than thirty metres deep. Kip felt like he had been swimming for hours, struggling against the current to get close to The King's Sceptre.
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Meridell for the Cup! Asgarrd rearranged the streamers he had wrapped around his halo, grimacing at the image in the mirror. It was bright and showy, all for Meridell for the Altador Cup.
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Lost and Found It was a baby Aisha, wrapped in a blanket, sitting in a basket that was placed on an empty bench. Mia looked to her left and right. No one else seemed to notice the baby.
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