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trans_92011-04-08 06:07 pm
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I don't even like cake [Open]
Somewhere in the meaty halls of Stacy, a wall opened, ejecting a disgruntled woman onto the deck. She sprang to her feet and directed a stream of invective (mainly in Mandarin) at the wall, followed by an ineffective kick. She'd lost track of time in there (not unusual) and now was back aboard the strange spirit-ship. Not that she'd really left before. With a last muttered curse, she turned and stormed down the hallway. She needed to find out what happened while she was gone. Hopefully, not terribly much.

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"Looks like a real warrior type."
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"Can he do anything except make things dead, or is he just another warrior more muscle than brains?"
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"And all Bone Gnawers are smelly, homeless, degenerates."
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