|Still thwarting Sloth's mind control...
|Issue: 743 | 5th day of Hiding, Y18
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"There Is Something In My Closet And It Is Roaring!" by applefaerie99
It was an early evening in Shenkuu. My friends, Jeulienna the Yellow Lenny and Manigolaia the Cloud Ruki and I, Zannidda, a Starry Xweetok, had just enjoyed a mouth-watering dinner together of Pirate Lupe pasta with Cheesy Onion sticks. The discussion on the table was about our favorite games from the Daily Dare, mine being Top Chip, Manigolaia's was Ice Cream Machine and Jeulienna's favorite was Carnival of Terror, loving the prizes we had earned from the Dare.
We then started taking guesses on the upcoming Altador Cup. All of us had different teams we were supporting and were challenging each other on who would make it to the All-Star level first. Which team would become victorious was our main discussion, especially because I was from Shenkuu and my friends were from Terror Mountain, and we would cling to our homelands.
After the big talk had its curfew, I stood up and went back to the kitchen and pulled out three giant, berries and sprinkles covered sundaes for dessert. We finished them in a rush until the last bite of each. If we sat any longer we would have fallen asleep at the table, so we decided we needed a brisk walk around the neighborhood before cleaning up the mess our friendly hang out had made in the dining room.
|There Is Something In My Closet And It Is Roaring!
It was an early evening in Shenkuu. My friends, Jeulienna the Yellow Lenny and Manigolaia the Cloud Ruki and I, Zannidda, a Starry Xweetok, had just enjoyed a mouth-watering dinner together of Pirate Lupe pasta with Cheesy Onion sticks. The discussion on the table was about our favorite games from the Daily Dare
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