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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Aug 12, 2020 21:35:05 GMT
About halfway through Nigel’s oration, Kjell, looking for a new place for her ammo pouch now that her belt was gone, tested one of her pockets and pulled out squished remains of a hermit crab. “What the... fuck?” she muttered, staring at it for a moment before tossing it aside and proceeding to clean out the pocket, wrinkling her nose in disgust. |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Aug 12, 2020 21:35:19 GMT
Thoughts and prayers
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Aug 12, 2020 21:39:57 GMT
We have this for a crab and not the loveable creature that was K'rull?
Good riddance >.>
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Aug 12, 2020 21:40:05 GMT
I’m usually not one for long speeches... so goodbye
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Aug 12, 2020 21:40:42 GMT
We have this for a crab and not the loveable creature that was K'rull? Good riddance >.> All lives matter |
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