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 Our heroes so far: pixaal posted:
nut posted:Human Bard Stoner Sloth posted:Name: Tak'Chka (goes by just Tak) Heather Papps posted:so with mods biosterous posted:rounding things up in one post! take the moon posted:def wanna play: magic cactus posted:I'll play if there is still room, if not just make me a cursed item or something. Guest stars: alnilam posted:Dibs on being an NPC pls Kaiser Schnitzel posted:Yes i would love to contribute around the edges as well if there is space for it Goons Are Great posted:Can I be a bearded NPC? Not any particular one, but I think a beard is necessary, no matter who or what I may portray, even or actually especially if a beard makes no sense. Twenty Four posted:
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hell yeah! gotta finish filling out my paper character sheet and then i'll post it!
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Apr 18, 2020 16:15
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 got this far before lunch/naps/re-arranging furniture stole my attention. the only real new info is that i have 82 hit points i guess!
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Apr 19, 2020 21:02
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You've all been there before. You go out and adventure, loot up all the good stuff, run back to town, sell it; replace your gear, maybe buy a trinket or two and get trained up to spend all those new experience points you earned. Then you take your last few coins and head to the tavern, where- with any sort of luck- you can gain a lead on the next adventure. This is that time. You are in a tavern by the name of Dirty Dorg's. Dirty Dorg's is your typical, rough & tumble, throw your hat in first and if it doesn't come flying back at you with lethal intent, you take your chances and go inside. The floors are of well-worn hardwoods, the furniture is bolted down to the floor, and the walls bear the scars of axes, swords, burns and scorch marks from Gods know what- and the smell of beer and roasting meat infuses the air, causing you to involuntarily salivate. Where Dirty Dorg's separates from those kinds of bars, though is the fact that it's a travelling temporal tavern. It exists in several different places at once, allowing travellers the opportunity to walk in from one World, and walk out in another. A variety of beings frequent the tavern, enjoying it's special meals and libations not found anywhere else. Here is a menu for the not so light of heart:  Each of you have come back from your training, bartering, buying and upgrading to seek out your fortunes inside Dirty Dorg's. The barkeep places a coaster in front of you, and asks you what you'd like ta have... |
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Apr 19, 2020 22:17
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"best bat's blood? how fresh is it?"
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Apr 19, 2020 23:02
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Heather Papps posted:"best bat's blood? how fresh is it?" The barkeep kicks something under the bar. You hear a high-pitched "squeee!" "Fresh." the barkeep answers. |
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Apr 19, 2020 23:17
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"i'll take one bat, alive if possible"
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Apr 19, 2020 23:42
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Heather Papps posted:"i'll take one bat, alive if possible" The barkeep looks you up and down, reaches under the bar, and slams a large bat onto the bar. "1 gold piece." The price seems final... |
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Apr 19, 2020 23:48
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A lone figure, bundled up in a heavy greatcoat and with a hood pulled up to obscure their features, wanders in from the outside. Heading directly to the bar the tall stranger takes a seat in the corner, turning slightly side on so that the entrance is visible and so that the stranger's back faces the wall. After briefly perusing the menu, and listening to conversation about the freshness of the bats, the stranger raises one clawed, chitinous digit to silently indict that they would like the same order of a single living Chiropteran.
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Apr 19, 2020 23:50
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heather snapps gives the barman a coin, inspects the bat carefully, looks around the bar for a seat large enough to support his frame
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Apr 19, 2020 23:57
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Stoner Sloth posted:A lone figure, bundled up in a heavy greatcoat and with a hood pulled up to obscure their features, wanders in from the outside. Heading directly to the bar the tall stranger takes a seat in the corner, turning slightly side on so that the entrance is visible and so that the stranger's back faces the wall. After briefly perusing the menu, and listening to conversation about the freshness of the bats, the stranger raises one clawed, chitinous digit to silently indict that they would like the same order of a single living Chiropteran. Another bat slaps against the top of the sturdy and stout bar. "1 gold piece" the barkeep says. Pot Smoke Phoenix fucked around with this message at 00:06 on Apr 20, 2020 |
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Apr 20, 2020 00:03
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Heather Papps posted:heather snapps gives the barman a coin, inspects the bat carefully, looks around the bar for a seat large enough to support his frame A table with worn, but comfortable looking chairs just happens to slide into your view as you turn to look for one, almost as if by magic! A chair with a tail slot is at one head of the table that looks to be able to seat a few people comfortably. |
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Apr 20, 2020 00:06
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i'm gonna carry my bat over to the table and sit down in the perfect chair, then take out my shiny rock and see if the bats eyes follow it while i move it around. if the bat seems dumb, i eat it.
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Apr 20, 2020 00:10
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>The stranger nods in thanks to the barkeeper, hand snaking with lightning speed to grab the bat before it can take flight and in that same instant replacing it with a gold coin for payment. The bat is checked over rapidly, if at all, before the stranger brings it up into the darkness of their voluminous hood. A pained, frightened squeak is hear but is cut off nearly instantly and... after another moment... a noise like someone drinking a particularly thick milkshake through a straw can be heard. Sitting as the stranger is, they have a good view of the bar and perhaps are examining the other patrons with a studied but casual air - admittedly bundled up like they are it's difficult to tell. >>After another moment the stranger put the remains of the bat, nothing more than a flat, hollow skin with an oddly shaped wound on it, onto the bar counter before ordering another.
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Apr 20, 2020 00:19
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Heather Papps posted:i'm gonna carry my bat over to the table and sit down in the perfect chair, then take out my shiny rock and see if the bats eyes follow it while i move it around. if the bat seems dumb, i eat it. The bat appears to be reasonably intelligent. |
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Apr 20, 2020 00:19
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Stoner Sloth posted:>The stranger nods in thanks to the barkeeper, hand snaking with lightning speed to grab the bat before it can take flight and in that same instant replacing it with a gold coin for payment. The bat is checked over rapidly, if at all, before the stranger brings it up into the darkness of their voluminous hood. A pained, frightened squeak is hear but is cut off nearly instantly and... after another moment... a noise like someone drinking a particularly thick milkshake through a straw can be heard. Sitting as the stranger is, they have a good view of the bar and perhaps are examining the other patrons with a studied but casual air - admittedly bundled up like they are it's difficult to tell. The barkeep watches in muted horror, then steps back a bit as you slap the dessicated remains onto the bar and order another. "Holy crap! That was AWESOME!" he exclaims, and slams another fresh bat onto the bar. "Dis one's on da house; enjoy!" |
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Apr 20, 2020 00:22
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Pot Smoke Phoenix posted:The bat appears to be reasonably intelligent. i'm gonna open a window, hold the bat close to my face, and in my friendliest voice tell it that they owe me one, then toss it out the window. aaaand then i'm going to observe the bar for a while before purchasing some sorta cheap swampbeer
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Apr 20, 2020 00:36
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>A strange, cold voice, laced with odd intonations, an utter lack of emotion and subtle clicking noises replies simply "Thanks." to the barkeeper - it's impossible to tell if the voice's owner is male or female, it just sounds... alien. >The second bat is treated much the same as the first, rapidly drawn into the cloaked figure's hood and after the briefest of struggles by the poor beast the same thick slurping noise before once more a flattened bat, looking like a leathery balloon that has lost its air, is placed back down on the bar after a few long moments. Notably there are no bones, flesh, internal organs... nothing but the creature's skin remains. >The stranger's proportions are notably odd, seeming tall and lanky but the greatcoat bulges around the abdomen as if concealing something beneath it - what that is is anyone's guess however as it remains tightly closed to prying eyes. Seemingly slaked for now the stranger doesn't request another bat, instead looking around as if trying to decide on something and then moving over to take a seat at the same table as the large draconid, taking a seat that seems selected mostly for strategic advantage - again with the wall sheltering against any attempt to approach from behind and facing roughly towards the door so as not to be taken by surprise. >The cloaked figure doesn't introduce itself yet but does not a subtle and not unfriendly greeting to the large lizard before taking out a deck of cards and idly starting to shuffle them with nimble movements quick enough to be hard for the eyes to follow, long spidery fingers ending in razor sharp claws agilely playing over the cards as their own waits patiently to see what comes next.
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Apr 20, 2020 00:39
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Heather Papps posted:i'm gonna open a window, hold the bat close to my face, and in my friendliest voice tell it that they owe me one, then toss it out the window. 10-18 You do that, and you can tell the bat will in fact owe you one. At the top of your character sheet, write "Adventuring Check" and make a single check mark next to it. Adventuring checks can be used to re-roll an important roll. Also write down under notes on your character sheet that a bat owes you a favor. |
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Apr 20, 2020 00:40
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Llany bumbles up to the bar, orders a glass of water, three different shots of various levels of ethanol (although if there's so non-ethanol alcohols he'd be interested in those!), a napkin, and a bowl of mixed grubs. he takes a seat near a largely-unused candle, and sees some kind of weird animal skin on the bar. he pokes at it a bit, pulls a notepad out of a pocket and starts taking notes
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Apr 20, 2020 01:11
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a floppy eared rotund creature that looks somewhat sapient in a bulky robecloak thing wanders in. he may be on the youngish side if you're at all familiar with this race. he looks timid, nervous, an aura like he may be fronting this for a false sense of security or that he may be trying to give this impression when its actually not a front. he orders an iron orc (ore?) beer in a voice that sounds like he was mentally rehearsing the order about a hundred times as he trod into the tavern.
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Apr 20, 2020 01:22
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take the moon posted:a floppy eared rotund creature that looks somewhat sapient in a bulky robecloak thing wanders in. he may be on the youngish side if you're at all familiar with this race. he looks timid, nervous, an aura like he may be fronting this for a false sense of security or that he may be trying to give this impression when its actually not a front. he orders an iron orc (ore?) beer in a voice that sounds like he was mentally rehearsing the order about a hundred times as he trod into the tavern. The barkeep locks eyes with you for a moment, a steely glint in his eyes causes a bit of alarm, then recognition dawns, and you realize he's an old friend, from a time you barely remember. He slides a frosty mug of Iron Orc Ale your way as he says "Dis one's on me, buddy!" as he gives you a wink and a thumbs up. Pot Smoke Phoenix fucked around with this message at 01:29 on Apr 20, 2020 |
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Apr 20, 2020 01:27
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biosterous posted:Llany bumbles up to the bar, orders a glass of water, three different shots of various levels of ethanol (although if there's so non-ethanol alcohols he'd be interested in those!), a napkin, and a bowl of mixed grubs. he takes a seat near a largely-unused candle, and sees some kind of weird animal skin on the bar. he pokes at it a bit, pulls a notepad out of a pocket and starts taking notes "Dat'll be 1 gold piece" the barkeep tells you, although he gives you the hairy eyeball when you order water, but it goes away when you order pure booze. You get what your ordered, and the grubs are especially tasty. |
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Apr 20, 2020 01:29
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Llany absentmindedly slides gold piece to the barkeeper. he drinks the first shot but pours the other two into some vials that he slips into his labcoat. munching a handful of grubs, he takes a look around the tavern to see if there are any rad new pals to meet? and tell about some good ideas??
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Apr 20, 2020 01:44
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my dude sips his drink while quietly observing those around, looking both scared that and hopeful someone will talk to him
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Apr 20, 2020 02:15
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>The hooded stranger begins to deal himself a game of solitaire, pushing through it at a blinding pace despite seeming to play without much attention dedicated to it. The mysterious character scans the bar, looking over the various patrons and focusing their attention on new arrivals in particular as well as the saurian that they share a table with. >After a long moment they enquire in that same bizarrely inhuman voice of earlier "In for a couple of rounds of cards to pass the time?" addressing their question to nobody in particular or perhaps anyone in ear shot. Stoner Sloth fucked around with this message at 12:32 on Apr 20, 2020
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Apr 20, 2020 02:41
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A large object is brought out from somewhere in the back of the establishment. It appears to be a giant mushroom. Sitting on the top of it is a large creature that looks a lot like a 4 foot long caterpillar, holding a tube to its mouth. The tube connects to the mushroom, which you now recognize as a sort of hookah. The caterpillar is curled around the bowl. A sweet, inviting smell immediately permeates the atmosphere of Dirty Dorg's, mixing in with the other smells. "Would you care to indulge?" the caterpillar asks, extending the tip of the tube to anyone who would wish it. A large, hooded being sits nearby, interested in a card game, if there are any takers... |
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Apr 20, 2020 15:51
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Pot Smoke Phoenix posted:A large object is brought out from somewhere in the back of the establishment. It appears to be a giant mushroom. Sitting on the top of it is a large creature that looks a lot like a 4 foot long caterpillar, holding a tube to its mouth. The tube connects to the mushroom, which you now recognize as a sort of hookah. The caterpillar is curled around the bowl. A sweet, inviting smell immediately permeates the atmosphere of Dirty Dorg's, mixing in with the other smells. It's four twenty in the Fort Wunny thread! https://i.imgur.com/QKTkerO.mp4 |
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Apr 20, 2020 15:54
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i thank the buggo, take a rip and wander to the card game invitational
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Apr 20, 2020 16:05
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>The tall stranger in the greatcoat replies to the caterpillar with a series of strange clicking noises and assorted sounds that nothing resembling a human could easily produce, translated from Insectoid roughly it would approach "Might as well, time is all I'm killing for now. Thanks.", reaching out to take the offered hose, bringing it up into the shadow of the hood and take a long draw on the hookah. The stranger holds it in a good long time before exhaling it from whatever passes for lungs and then leans back in the chair, nodding in gratitude to the caterpillar and returning to see if anyone has taken an interest in playing cards.
Stoner Sloth fucked around with this message at 16:14 on Apr 20, 2020
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Apr 20, 2020 16:10
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Buddy Lee Cotton leans frozen on the bar, lower jaw falling slack, revealing a row of pearly white teeth punctuated with a single gold incisor. He maintains the disgusted gape as he watches the hooded figure at the bar suck down his second bat. His shocked look persists while his eyes rabidly try to trace the stranger's appendages running through a game of solitaire. It is only the stranger's inquiry to any surrounding for a round of cards that breaks his trance. Buddy instinctively dips his head, the brim of his stetson covering his dark blue eyes before the stranger has a chance to meet his gaze. He lifts a gloved hand to his mouth, fakely coughing twice, gently shaking the fringe sporting the length of his sleeves. He slowly returns his gaze upward, a now solemn, steely look in reply to the stranger's request. "Well, pardner, I'm never one to shy away from a fellah lookin' to part with his coin"
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Apr 20, 2020 16:37
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Pot Smoke Phoenix posted:A large object is brought out from somewhere in the back of the establishment. It appears to be a giant mushroom. Sitting on the top of it is a large creature that looks a lot like a 4 foot long caterpillar, holding a tube to its mouth. The tube connects to the mushroom, which you now recognize as a sort of hookah. The caterpillar is curled around the bowl. A sweet, inviting smell immediately permeates the atmosphere of Dirty Dorg's, mixing in with the other smells. Pot Smoke Phoenix posted:It's four twenty in the Fort Wunny thread! Oh my I didnt even realize! Hah I love it!
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Apr 20, 2020 17:55
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a strange look comes into my dudes eyes. he moves towards the tube with a surety that belies his earlier shudder. he draws on the tube with expert precision and waits for the effects to take hold, looking both alert and composed, and for a moment the sagacity he is learning flares from his eyes, as if for a blessed moment he knows the make-up and nature of both the the tavern's strange textures and those now keeping space within its bounds.
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Apr 20, 2020 18:08
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Llany takes a hit and ambles over to the folks with the cards. he set down with an amiable smile and asks what gave they'll be playing. "i hope it's not one with too much bluffing because i'm not very good at that!" Twenty Four posted:Oh my I didnt even realize! Hah I love it! 
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Apr 20, 2020 18:15
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Heather Papps posted:i thank the buggo, take a rip and wander to the card game invitational take the moon posted:a strange look comes into my dudes eyes. he moves towards the tube with a surety that belies his earlier shudder. he draws on the tube with expert precision and waits for the effects to take hold, looking both alert and composed, and for a moment the sagacity he is learning flares from his eyes, as if for a blessed moment he knows the make-up and nature of both the the tavern's strange textures and those now keeping space within its bounds. nut posted:Buddy Lee Cotton leans frozen on the bar, lower jaw falling slack, revealing a row of pearly white teeth punctuated with a single gold incisor. He maintains the disgusted gape as he watches the hooded figure at the bar suck down his second bat. Stoner Sloth posted:"Might as well, time is all I'm killing for now. Thanks.", reaching out to take the offered hose, bringing it up into the shadow of the hood and take a long draw on the hookah. The stranger holds it in a good long time before exhaling it from whatever passes for lungs and then leans back in the chair, nodding in gratitude to the caterpillar and returning to see if anyone has taken an interest in playing cards. biosterous posted:Llany takes a hit and ambles over to the folks with the cards. he set down with an amiable smile and asks what gave they'll be playing. Everyone who took a hit roll a 20! Reroll 1s, 10s, and 20s https://i.imgur.com/QKTkerO.mp4 |
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Apr 20, 2020 20:13
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Twenty Four posted:Oh my I didnt even realize! Hah I love it! For now, you are the caterpillar 
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Apr 20, 2020 20:13
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 uh oh! e: just realized the angle is a bit unclear but that's a 4 biosterous fucked around with this message at 23:31 on Apr 20, 2020
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Apr 20, 2020 22:27
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Pot Smoke Phoenix posted:Everyone who took a hit roll a 20! (20! 17. Some good poo poo apparently! also lol at 20 directly after bio's 4) >The stranger starts to shuffle up the cards again, fingers moving so quickly as to almost blur and the cards folded and cut back in, shifted between either hand like a skilled street magician on some highly illegal stimulant might manage. >The particularly perceptive might notice that as the toke from the hookah starts to kick in the stranger's long fingered, chitinous hands - up to now a dull matte charcoal grey - show a psychedelic array of colours briefly flickering and playing over them as they start to deal to each of the folks that joined in. Stoner Sloth fucked around with this message at 23:36 on Apr 20, 2020
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Apr 20, 2020 22:52
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was thinking a bit and given various species we could be a band called Buddy Lee Cotton and his Long-Nosed Pals
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Apr 20, 2020 23:35
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biosterous posted:was thinking a bit and given various species we could be a band called Buddy Lee Cotton and his Long-Nosed Pals (As someone without a nose, Tak approves of this given that is misleading!)
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