@Keyblade87 Yeah, I noticed that too. XD Just a random fact, apparently leomon dies a lot throughout the series. (Adventure, Tamers, Tri, X-Evolution, etc.)
Well that sounds like great news for you, guys.
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Well that sounds like great news for you, guys.
@Mae
>Dan moves to B3. "Don't know, though ah har thuh monsters here aint that tough.Ah jus' hope that is true."
>Dan moves to B3. "Don't know, though ah har thuh monsters here aint that tough.Ah jus' hope that is true."
@Keyblade87 That sucks hopefully they'll feel better soon
@Mae If I reroll can I undo the powerboost given to the final boss?
>> I guess I'll take the lantern. I'll also move two squares forward and scavenge
@CollectorOfMyst Changed it
Well I'll definitely be saved but things won't go smoothly.
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He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,
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There once was a man, who is well known in his city. His name was John but on weekends it was Britney. On Sundays, his name was Carl. The rest of the time, it was 'dumbass'. And he has two things that always accompany him, a list of names and a worn-out red marker. It would surprise you to know that, while it went against the expected function, the marker was not for writing on paper.
Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.
He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,
"Fourty dollars for fifteen minutes sounds fair." Dumbass reached into his pocket
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