so you hate solving the game?
well i guess that adds up
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You didn’t have to fucking kill him dude
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/backup
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Winddddddd
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hello windward, welcome to the FoL community!!! !!
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Risky Aelin Game: Featuring Rain
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Featuring Snow when
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/sub
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people sure are taking advantage of the alt system
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Meme lives on.
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Dear Aelin,
The claim you are making, that I am ‘suss’, is founded on the basis of shallow and pedantic claims.
Therefore, I invoke the rule of rubber and glue, thereby whatever you say to me bounces back and sticks to you.
Faithfully,
Frog
P.S.
You are a sussy baka.
P.P.S.
My legal team has advised me to settle this case in arbitration. I have the worst lawyers :(
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Why not? With a post cap of 50 per day, this probably won’t be too active so I think I can handle it along with my other game I’ll be in. /in
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To Whom It May Concern,
Is this [CHAT SPAM] which I see before me? I see thee yet, in form as palpable, which was not so before.
Sincerely, /in.
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Is this a [CHAT SPAM] which I see before me,
The text box toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A [CHAT SPAM] of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall’st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o’ the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy text field and reply button gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There’s no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o’er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain’d sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate’s offerings, and wither’d murder,
Alarum’d by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl’s his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin’s ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
[A bell rings
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Katze; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
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Dear Silviu,
What happened to yours?
-Pigeon
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What are the duties of the co-host?
I am mainly exited to be VC bot again.
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Addendum:
I believe it is more zoomed out than it is on Discord and on the original forums
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