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The Kadoatery
by khakio_21
Description: I'd rather starve!

Week - 655

Avatar Problems: Typing Terror
by khakio_21
Description: You will never...

Week - 657

Avatar Problems: Punchbag Panic
by khakio_21
Description: Is Sid even real?

Week - 658

Avatar Problems: Blumaroo - Court Jester
by khakio_21
Description: Bribing the King

Week - 661

Avatar Problems: Brightvale
by khakio_21
Description: So close...

Week - 662

The Kadoatery - #2
by khakio_21
Description: Although we love the Kadoaties and their silly names, the Kads themselves may feel differently...

Week - 685

Petpet Problems: Seasons
by khakio_21
Description: Abominable Snowballs are not for year long use.

Week - 686

Avatar Problems: Caption Contest - Funny
by khakio_21
Description: Snorkles are friends, not food.

Week - 690

Avatar Problems: Snowager - RAWR!!!
by khakio_21
Description: Snowager is a light sleeper...

 
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The Neovian Dream #1
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The Model
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The Sorceress and the Prisoner: Part Two
The warm, sweet calling voice of his younger sister woke Jeran from his dreams. He couldn't remember exactly what his dream had been, only that he had felt alone, then shook the thought from his mind. To his surprise he had woken up in the courtyard, with Lisha's face hovering above him, a huge grin on her face.

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The Door Closes: Part Seven
A man breathes heavily across from me, audible even from beneath a mask of loose grey cloth. A swath of worn fabrics wrapped up and down his figure encloses him. He wears different patterns, colors and materials, but they are all faded and fraying, as though he has had nothing new to wear for the past hundred years and must make do with the pieces of an old wardrobe.

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