

Fleshlings part OneSor prowled the street, looking for the familiar green arm-band that she had come to recognize as the mark of the "good" messengers in this city. A late night pouring over an illicit tome of magic had revealed her next big project, and she needed...supplies.Fleshlings part One
"Ah! Hello, you. Do you deliver things?" She crouched next to the street urchin, leaning in the shade of a building on the darker side of Ripton. He gave her the once over, then nodded.
"I work Prescott, yeah. What do you need?"
Sor didn't bother trying to figure out what the hell Prescott was, beyond one of the more rundown streets in the area. S
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Fabricninja - Etsy Shop
~Sor
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"I'm so cool you could keep a side of meat in me for a week! I'm so hip I have trouble seeing over my pelvis!"
~Zaphod Beeblebrox
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Life is a gamble, at terrible odds...
~ Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
~Sor
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"I'm so cool you could keep a side of meat in me for a week! I'm so hip I have trouble seeing over my pelvis!"
~Zaphod Beeblebrox
(I know this is a little late, gomen.)
*waves madly*
Oh!! Do you still have my copy of 'We Didn't Playtest This At All'? Can I get that back sometime?
~Sor
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"I'm so cool you could keep a side of meat in me for a week! I'm so hip I have trouble seeing over my pelvis!"
~Zaphod Beeblebrox
THERE IS SOME FABULOUS HERE. I SENSE IT.
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I'm tired of following my dreams, man, I just want to ask them where they're going and hook up with them later.
~Mitch Hedberg
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I'm sugar, spice, and all that is nice
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