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Jul 13, 2020 18:55:24 GMT
Post by Fuzzywig08 on Jul 13, 2020 18:55:24 GMT
Yes.  An amusing little tale, who wrote he original? 
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Jul 13, 2020 21:36:49 GMT
Post by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯 on Jul 13, 2020 21:36:49 GMT
An amusing little tale, who wrote he original? Who knows? 
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Jul 14, 2020 17:00:07 GMT
Post by auroramay on Jul 14, 2020 17:00:07 GMT
"Chilling. A real thriller." -auroramay 
Also thanks.xD
And you're welcome. :3
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Jul 15, 2020 19:45:30 GMT
Post by Fuzzywig08 on Jul 15, 2020 19:45:30 GMT
Okay, so to really get this topic "sailing"(?) I'll post a story based on one that someone posted on the original.
THE SCARF
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{JAMMERS!}and her head came rolling to the ground.And mods, before you reject, PLEASE imagine the characters as minifigures. It's less...you know.
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Jul 22, 2020 14:06:43 GMT
-last edited on Jul 22, 2020 14:13:07 GMT by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯
Post by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯 on Jul 22, 2020 14:06:43 GMT
Okay, so I thought I'd write a little something for this thread. I hope you enjoy it.
~𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔨~
Part 1
𝒟𝓊𝓈𝓀'𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝑒𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓁-𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓎𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁. 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑔𝒶𝓊𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒷𝓎 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓌𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝒶𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇-𝓉𝑜-𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓃, 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒲𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈.
𝒜 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎, 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓋𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓇.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝒹-𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓎𝒶𝓇𝒹, 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓍𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉, 𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉, 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓉, 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝓅𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈. 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒶 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓃, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇, 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈, 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒸𝑜𝒶𝓉, 𝒸𝑜𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓈.
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-last edited on Jul 22, 2020 14:22:55 GMT by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯
Post by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯 on Jul 22, 2020 14:08:53 GMT
Part 2
''𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒, 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒... 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁.'' 𝒮𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓃.
𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝒹𝒹𝑒𝒹. ''𝐼𝓃𝒹𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈, 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉. 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒶 𝒲𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒.''
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𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓅𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 a 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑜𝓍 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓈. 𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓁𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹. ''𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈,'' 𝐻𝑒 𝓃𝓊𝒹𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒, ''𝒲𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈.''
𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓃. ''𝒩𝒪! 𝐼 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝓊𝓃.''
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''𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁-''
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𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒, 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓊𝓅𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹,
''𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈, 𝑒𝓇, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂...''
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-last edited on Jul 22, 2020 14:25:13 GMT by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯
Post by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯 on Jul 22, 2020 14:11:53 GMT
Part 3
𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝓊𝑔𝑔𝑒𝒹, ''𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹, 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈, 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽𝓎, 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒.''
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇. 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃. 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃, 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒, 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓀𝓎, 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃, 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁.
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𝒜𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓈. 𝒰𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒻𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓊𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃, 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓌, 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹.
𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹, ''𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝒹, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝐼 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹.''
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Part 4
𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔.
S𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓀𝓎𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇, 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝒹𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓌, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓉𝓎, 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂.
𝒜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒻𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝓎𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒.
𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝓅, 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉.
''𝒩𝑜, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅'' 𝒮𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒, 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇, ''𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒, 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃.''
𝒜𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹, 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝓃𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹, 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂.
𝐻𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓁𝓈, 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐻𝑒 𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓍. 𝒮𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓁, 𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒸𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒, 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝑔𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒.
𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓊𝒹 𝓈𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹.
𝒜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂'𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇, 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝐸𝑅𝐸𝒲𝒪𝐿𝐹. . .
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Part 4
𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝓊𝓂𝒷-𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀, 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹.
''𝒫-𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒?''
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒿𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓃𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝒻𝓊𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐻𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝓊𝓃𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇.
''𝐵𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀, 𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇!''
𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓏𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂.
𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 .''𝑅𝒰𝒩''
𝐻𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝓃, 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑜𝓇𝓈, 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓈, 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒, 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓌𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓁. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓃 𝓋𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓂, 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝓊𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉'𝓈 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇. 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉, 𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 upon 𝒾𝓉.
𝐼𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒.
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-last edited on Jul 22, 2020 14:29:57 GMT by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯
Post by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯 on Jul 22, 2020 14:19:23 GMT
Part 5𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓎𝒶𝓇𝒹, 𝑜𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝒶𝓌𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓇𝒷𝑜𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 behind him 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒶𝓇. 𝒱𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓉, 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝑒𝒹, 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓎𝒶𝓇𝒹, 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀, 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉-𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹. 𝐻𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀.
𝐻𝒶𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝑜, 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓅𝑒, 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝓂𝒶𝓃, 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻, 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓋𝑒𝒽𝒾𝒸𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉...
Thanks for reading.
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Jul 22, 2020 14:36:31 GMT
Post by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯 on Jul 22, 2020 14:36:31 GMT
Sorry for the long posts mods. I appreciate your time.
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Post by MockingbirdInc on Jul 23, 2020 1:49:48 GMT
"The Gruesome Ghoul"
by Mock "oh no is that a ghost" "yes" The end... or is it?
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Post by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯 on Jul 23, 2020 9:10:47 GMT
"The Gruesome Ghoul"
by Mock "oh no is that a ghost" "yes" The end... or is it?
*Is traumatized for life.*
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Jul 25, 2020 14:49:02 GMT
-last edited on Jul 25, 2020 14:52:52 GMT by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯
Post by 𝓐𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝓕𝔬𝔲𝔯 on Jul 25, 2020 14:49:02 GMT
Okay, so I thought I'd write a little something for this thread. I hope you enjoy it.
~𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔨~
Part 1
𝒟𝓊𝓈𝓀'𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝑒𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓁-𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓎𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁. 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑔𝒶𝓊𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈, 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒷𝓎 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒, 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓌𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝒶𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇-𝓉𝑜-𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓃, 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒲𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈.
𝒜 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎, 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓋𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓇.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒸𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝒹-𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓎𝒶𝓇𝒹, 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓍𝒽𝒶𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝑒. 𝐼𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝓃 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉, 𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒸𝑜𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓇𝓉, 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓉, 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝓅𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈. 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒶 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓃, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇, 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈, 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒸𝑜𝒶𝓉, 𝒸𝑜𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓈.
I shall now shamelessly tag people for the following reasons - - There are two new stories.
- People have shamelessly tagged me.
- This topic is quite good.
Fuzzywig08 Thomas LordTigress auroramay
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Jul 26, 2020 13:44:56 GMT
Post by Fuzzywig08 on Jul 26, 2020 13:44:56 GMT
Okay, wow. This topic has slightly exploded since I was last here. Slightly.
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