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Your Friend: The Low Paying Flash Game
by rocksysmom
Description: A lot of people will tell you to take up fighting in the battledome or trying to win contests. Those aren’t for everyone. Training takes forever and making content for contests is really hard! Believe me, I’ve tried. Restocking and auction sniping are anxiety riddled nightmares that feel like rocket science for plenty of people, so that’s out. What else is there? Luckily for you, there is something else. Flash games.

Week - 734

The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part One
by rocksysmom
Description: Jhudora waited until the Kacheek was gone before looking down at the container in her hand. She smiled and let out an excited, childlike squeal of joy. It was white face powder straight from Shenkuu. She held it close to her heart as she hoped up from her throne and made her way to her bedroom.

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The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part Two
by rocksysmom
Description: The Dark Faerie Sisters stared in disbelief as they stood in the main entrance to Jhudora’s home. They were expecting something different. Something dark and sinister. Instead, they were greeted by a gaudy, cluttered home painted with only purple and green. Jhudora picked up a bartamus and held it close to her as she smiled brightly.

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The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part Three
by rocksysmom
Description: Spite rubbed her eyes as she slowly began to wake up. The rising sun was filtering through the windows near the basement’s ceiling in a way that lit up the entire room. As she began to sit up, she heard Malice muttering under her breath.

Week - 737

The Moderately Evil Faerie: Part Four
by rocksysmom
Description: Spite and Vanity huddled together as the ship rocked. Their stomachs churned as they watched the pirates on board spar with their cutlasses. They felt ridiculous and out of place, but Malice and Jhudora were having the time of their lives. Malice was dressed as a swashbuckling captain while Jhudora went with her usual Neovian attire.

Week - 738

A Jelly Nightmare
by rocksysmom
Description: The moment Sue opened her eyes, she realized something was wrong. The ship was empty except for the water faerie who floated before her. Of course, Sue could never forget Mariana, the water faerie who arranged all of her passages leaving Krawk Island. There were many things that Sue couldn’t understand about the situation.

 
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The Nightmare in Altador
I have never been one to fear the Night. I have long embraced it, revered it. Worshiped it. I have never been given cause to fear the Night. I have never shied away from it, or cowered in the dark, praying for Dawn to arrive.

by skutterbotched



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