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A father and son are wandering through a forest, gathering firewood. "Papa," The child asks. "What created the owlbears?" "Wizards." The old man grumbles, casting a weather eye to the hills around him. "Some power-mad wizard drunk on alchemy and wizard-wine, no doubt." The child nods. The path continues on. "Papa," The child asks again. "What created the duckrabbits?" "Wizard students." The old man grumbles. "Hungry wizard-college kids, looking for an easy A." The child nods again. The path delves deeper into the woods, dark with hills. "Papa," The child asks once more. "What created the Boihole-Hungry Cockfucker?" crimes |
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When the moon is outside like Cockatrice eyes that's architecture crimes |
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really cool how i can gently caress up a puzzle, turn away, and the puzzle magically resets itself. "WELL HOW COME YOUR ROOM'S SUCH A GOT DANG MESS, THEN?" aw maaaaah, c'mon. cut me some slack. crimes |
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