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(That and my boyfriend may potentially have problems with that)
If I ever make it out to the east coast, I will let you know....i'll bring my frilled apron and a bottle of wine.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
Brought me more joy than it should have.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
Homemade quandong jam YES.
Plants sprout forth from a twisted staff of vine and bramble as you send it walloping into a silvery
pink salmon, herbs and spices shaking off to season him.
Damage done: 480, electrical.
The final blow proves too much for a silvery pink salmon, who expires, pitifully.
Experience Gained: 6 (Bashing) [total: 550368]
Having slain a silvery pink salmon, you retrieve the corpse.
Equilibrium Used: 3.22 seconds
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Syssin (garrote)
1P: You methodically strangle the life from Varian, relishing the thought of the flavours of
desperation and fear that will suffuse their flesh.
3p: Ishin methodically strangles the life from Varian, relishing the thought of the flavours of
desperation and fear that will suffuse their flesh.
I remember, involve me and I
learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
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Indorani (bonedagger)
1P: With a flick of your wrist, you send (weapon) to make incisions in Varian's flesh, marking the various meat cuts for later.
3p: With a flick of his wrist, Pearle sends (weapon) to make incisions in Varian's flesh, marking the various meat cuts for later.
That is some serious Hannibal Lecter stuff right there. Yum.
It doesn't glow, though.
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
blood as rare and sweet as cherry wine
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