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Week - 703

A Charitable Absurdity
by iluminescent
Description: Seriously?!

Art by lucifael


Week - 705

The Evil-ution of Edna
by iluminescent
Description: They all start somewhere

Artwork by lucifael.


Week - 709

Obsidian Bay
by iluminescent
Description: WHY?!

Also by sophieauditore


Week - 721

Dr. Sloth's Invasion Army
by iluminescent
Description: Abort the plan, ABORT.

Also by sophieauditore


Week - 722

Fortune Gone Wrong
by iluminescent
Description: Well, at least he's accurate.

Also by basilio42


Week - 723

Ghosts Don't Get Sick
by iluminescent
Description: Hey, wait a minute...

 
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The Road to Brightvale
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