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#112
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Demagische
Blasto the Hanar
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The woman's ears laid back as she turned her head in the direction of the woman who'd neared the tent. "Blasted loyalists..." she thought. "The problem is between the saddle and the helmet, sweetie!" she yelled.
She blinked a few times. "Your master fights for the queen, eh... it's rather kind hearted that you'd like to help us rebels as well..."
*Please do not feed or molest the alligators*
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Posted 07-26-2011, 12:13 AM
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