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Issue: 746 | 26th day of Hiding, Y18 |
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Cat(hat)strophe
by admonisher | | Description: Look, we match.
Also by supernaturall |
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Aftermath
by admonisher | | Description: Meanwhile, inside of the obelisk... |
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Battledome Woes
by admonisher | | Description: We're going to dominate. |
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Faerie Magic?
by admonisher | | Description: Let's go get healed. |
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*Hands Cookies*
by admonisher | | Description: 700 issues worth of cookies... Yikes Also by sanamm |
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The Woes of Being a Rock
by admonisher | | Description: ... Ow. Also by sanamm |
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A Dangerous Game
by admonisher | | Description: So was it as easy as you thought? Also by sanamm |
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Neoquest Logic
by admonisher | | Description: Optional?! Also by sanamm |
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Crushing Surprise
by sanamm | | Description: Nothing can possibly ruin this day Also by admonisher and usefrider |
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More Neoquest Logic
by admonisher | | Description: That's not how this game works... Also by sanamm and afsheen_27 |
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Calculating Interest
by sanamm | | Description: Again?? Also by admonisher and mapthesoul |
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A Hero's Reward
by admonisher | | Description: This is what I get for saving the world? Also by sanamm |
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 Quiggles Plus
When the freighter arrives, the captain finds the baby Grundo eating his turnips. He's furious. He takes the baby with him, to the market in Meridell, then on to the rubbish heap to dump the half eaten turnips and leaves the youngster there.
by edawg202 |
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 The Spirit of Black Keep: Part Four
It really was like stepping into another world. The thick wall behind them muffled the sounds of the city, leaving the ruins eerily silent. Overgrown thickets of brush carpeted the ground, and gnarled old trees, their bare branches devoid of the slightest hint of spring, pushed their roots against cracked stone like they were attempting to escape from their wretched prison.
by cosmicfire918 |
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