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title: 00062
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created: Sun, 12 Feb 2023 08:57:51 -0700
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updated: Sun, 12 Feb 2023 08:57:51 -0700
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public: yes
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syndicated: yes
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---
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### 00062 {#00062}
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> One moment, Inky is half-asleep on their feet in the middle of Branch Avenue.
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> In the next, they are reclining in a banana boat that resembles a canoe painted
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> with long stripes of yellow and white with deep brown swipes. The s'more
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> interior padding is soft, yet with the suppleness of fruit leather. A few
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> round, matching brown mini-cushions are strewn across the boat interior. Also
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> in the boat are two silver spoon paddles, more for looks than cooks.
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>
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> They don't know where the boat came from. Things just appear. Like that Red
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> Squirrel. Inky moves to holler a greeting, but instead recites:
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>
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> ```
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> "sgb rpthqqbk hr qba sgb fgnrsr dktb
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> sgb qnkkr rwbbs uma rn uqb ynt
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> sgnt uqs ly fthahmf rsuq ul h sghmb
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> h rbb vbqhky ly utrohehntr rhfm
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> sgb kns wur snrra uma sgbm h aqbw
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> uma cnqstmb ruha hs rgnta db ynt ott"[1]
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> ```
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>
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>
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> ```
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> [1]:
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> "The squirrel is red, the ghost's blue,
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> The roll's sweet, and so are you.
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> Thou art my guiding star, am I thine?
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> I see verily my auspicious sign:
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> The lot was toss'd and then I drew,
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> And Fortune said it shou'd be you. Puu."
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> ```
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~
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> While Inky boards her banana boat and recites poetry to the maddened
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> squirrel, Alex springs to action leaping blithely from the branch
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> towards the squirrel. Beneath him manifests a cockpit, sleek and
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> futuristic. Around this materializes a large robotic weapon,
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> octopus-oid in shape. The many tentacles bristle with weapons both
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> fearsome and deadly.
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>
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> Alex grabs the controls, in one tentacle he latches onto the banana
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> boat, that way he won't accidentally get separated from Inky. With
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> the other seven a series of feathers appear in every brilliant hue.
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> The tentacle attached to the boat unfurls allowing Alex to draw
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> closer to the squirrel. As the gap closes the most intense tickle
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> fight the dream world has ever seen ensues, bringing joyous laughter
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> to the faces of many.
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>
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> "Inky, if we need to get out of here, just jet it! That tentacle will
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> yank the control pod and me with it!"
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Alex basically becomes a Mech pilot, and confronts the Red Squirrel
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head on with the Octopod.
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You engage in the tickle fight to end all tickle fights!
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Its eight arms are more than a match for the squirrels eight legs.
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You have the advantage of reach, entanglement, and sucker pads. It
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struggles in your grasp, gnashing its terrible teeth, but cannot
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reach you. Its long tail whips around ineffectively, battering you
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softly.
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The agitated squirrel squeals and swells like a red balloon. The
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mech's tentacles struggle to contain it. Just as the strain on the
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machine is about to become unbearable, the rodent violently deflates.
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It collapses in on itself with such ferocity that it turns itself
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inside out. The octopod, all tangled up in the collapsing squirrel,
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is pulled along as it folds in on itself until it becomes a hungry
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void the size of a marble, floating in space and sucking at the air.
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Inky watches from the banana boat as Alex and the squirrel disappear
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from the Silver Forest. The squirrel portal finally closes in on
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itself, severing the banana boat from the octopus mecha at the last
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possible second. Inky on this side. Alex on the other.
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Alex, you and the wreckage of the octopod are vomited out onto a
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sandy beach. Red mist and vapors dissipate from your entry point.
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Before you is a vast ocean, lapping lazily at the beach. The
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shoreline extends endlessly in both directions. Behind you are
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endless sand dunes. Though there is no sun, the sky seems to hover at
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sunset, all brilliant, swirling oranges and purples.
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A lone humanoid figure can be seen standing atop a nearby dune. It is
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tall. It has legs like a goat or fawn, and a paunchy belly. Its long
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neck protrudes into a kind of trunk that eventually folds over and
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hangs down in front of the creature, about chest height. It
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terminates in a smooth, round nub. No face. It wears a small satchel
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at its hip, its strap slung over one shoulder and across its chest.
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Its long arms hand loosely at its sides. Despite the lack of a face
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and any sensory organs, it seems to be watching you. Slowly, it
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descends the dune and starts walking toward you. It reaches into its
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satchel and draws a long, sharp knife as it approaches.
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Inky, you are in the banana boat in the Silver Forest. The turtle
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that was a chipmunk has holed up in its shell, effectively just a
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sticky bun.
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"You wanted to see me," intones a slightly muffled voice behind you.
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A statement, not a question. You turn to see a figure cloaked in
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shadows and demons. They wear a domed helmet of black obsidian glass,
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flashes of rainbow colored light crackling along the inside
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illuminating very little of the smoke-filled interior.
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"What is it you seek from Dude 215R?"
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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- Sitopotnia has offered new corn-based bodies to the cyberplasm if they can deliver to her the Quintessence
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- Blavin double agent with Golden Iris
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- BATT wants to preserve the timeline
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- Felixe and Corraidhin
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- Felixe and Corraidhin, show up in the dreaming
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**NAMES AND NPCS**
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Upcoming NPCs and/or monsters
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- [ ] Hap-n-stance, moon rabbit: <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_rabbit>
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- [ ] Jorunna Parva, sea bunny time lord <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jorunna_parva>
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- [ ] zai-ni (zine)
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- [ ] zeyeknee (zine)
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- [ ] standard ed
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- [ ] Cyber Woman With Corn! (Sitopotnia?) -- <https://www.shutterstock.com/search/cyber-woman-with-corn>
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- [ ] oracle - <https://lambdacreate.com/paste/midjourney.png>
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- [ ] corn smut? - <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corn_smut>
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- [ ] Jorunna Parva, sea bunny time lord <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jorunna_parva>
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- [x] harrowkrake
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- [x] time swallows: It is a common misconception that barn swallows are the most widespread species of swallow. That distinction belongs to the *time* swallow. Although---if you're lucky---you'll never actually see one.
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- [x] gnu zealots
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<li><a href="#00059" id="toc-00059">00059</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00060" id="toc-00060">00060</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00061" id="toc-00061">00061</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00062" id="toc-00062">00062</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
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<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
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@ -358,11 +359,11 @@ Teale</a></li>
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</ul>
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</nav>
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<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
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<p>Total length: 79424 words / 339 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 80256 words / 342 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
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just the story.)</p>
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<p>There have been 213 messages posted over 208 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.02.</p>
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<p>There have been 217 messages posted over 215 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.00.</p>
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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email.</p>
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@ -7212,6 +7213,95 @@ under. One inward toward your host’s deep, core memories. And the second
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pulling you outward toward the Sea of Dreams.</p>
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<p>You have but a moment before the Red Squirrel is upon you.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<h3 id="00062">00062</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>One moment, Inky is half-asleep on their feet in the middle of Branch
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Avenue. In the next, they are reclining in a banana boat that resembles
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a canoe painted with long stripes of yellow and white with deep brown
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swipes. The s’more interior padding is soft, yet with the suppleness of
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fruit leather. A few round, matching brown mini-cushions are strewn
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across the boat interior. Also in the boat are two silver spoon paddles,
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more for looks than cooks.</p>
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<p>They don’t know where the boat came from. Things just appear. Like
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that Red Squirrel. Inky moves to holler a greeting, but instead
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recites:</p>
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<pre><code>"sgb rpthqqbk hr qba sgb fgnrsr dktb
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sgb qnkkr rwbbs uma rn uqb ynt
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sgnt uqs ly fthahmf rsuq ul h sghmb
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h rbb vbqhky ly utrohehntr rhfm
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sgb kns wur snrra uma sgbm h aqbw
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uma cnqstmb ruha hs rgnta db ynt ott"[1]
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[1]:
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"The squirrel is red, the ghost's blue,
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The roll's sweet, and so are you.
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Thou art my guiding star, am I thine?
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I see verily my auspicious sign:
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The lot was toss'd and then I drew,
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And Fortune said it shou'd be you. Puu."</code></pre>
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</blockquote>
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<p>~</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>While Inky boards her banana boat and recites poetry to the maddened
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squirrel, Alex springs to action leaping blithely from the branch
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towards the squirrel. Beneath him manifests a cockpit, sleek and
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futuristic. Around this materializes a large robotic weapon, octopus-oid
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in shape. The many tentacles bristle with weapons both fearsome and
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deadly.</p>
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<p>Alex grabs the controls, in one tentacle he latches onto the banana
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boat, that way he won’t accidentally get separated from Inky. With the
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other seven a series of feathers appear in every brilliant hue. The
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tentacle attached to the boat unfurls allowing Alex to draw closer to
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the squirrel. As the gap closes the most intense tickle fight the dream
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world has ever seen ensues, bringing joyous laughter to the faces of
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many.</p>
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<p>“Inky, if we need to get out of here, just jet it! That tentacle will
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yank the control pod and me with it!”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Alex basically becomes a Mech pilot, and confronts the Red Squirrel
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head on with the Octopod.</p>
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<p>You engage in the tickle fight to end all tickle fights!</p>
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<p>Its eight arms are more than a match for the squirrels eight legs.
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You have the advantage of reach, entanglement, and sucker pads. It
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struggles in your grasp, gnashing its terrible teeth, but cannot reach
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you. Its long tail whips around ineffectively, battering you softly.</p>
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<p>The agitated squirrel squeals and swells like a red balloon. The
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mech’s tentacles struggle to contain it. Just as the strain on the
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machine is about to become unbearable, the rodent violently deflates. It
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collapses in on itself with such ferocity that it turns itself inside
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out. The octopod, all tangled up in the collapsing squirrel, is pulled
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along as it folds in on itself until it becomes a hungry void the size
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of a marble, floating in space and sucking at the air.</p>
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<p>Inky watches from the banana boat as Alex and the squirrel disappear
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from the Silver Forest. The squirrel portal finally closes in on itself,
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severing the banana boat from the octopus mecha at the last possible
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second. Inky on this side. Alex on the other.</p>
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<p>Alex, you and the wreckage of the octopod are vomited out onto a
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sandy beach. Red mist and vapors dissipate from your entry point. Before
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you is a vast ocean, lapping lazily at the beach. The shoreline extends
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endlessly in both directions. Behind you are endless sand dunes. Though
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there is no sun, the sky seems to hover at sunset, all brilliant,
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swirling oranges and purples.</p>
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<p>A lone humanoid figure can be seen standing atop a nearby dune. It is
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tall. It has legs like a goat or fawn, and a paunchy belly. Its long
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neck protrudes into a kind of trunk that eventually folds over and hangs
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down in front of the creature, about chest height. It terminates in a
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smooth, round nub. No face. It wears a small satchel at its hip, its
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strap slung over one shoulder and across its chest. Its long arms hand
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loosely at its sides. Despite the lack of a face and any sensory organs,
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it seems to be watching you. Slowly, it descends the dune and starts
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walking toward you. It reaches into its satchel and draws a long, sharp
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knife as it approaches.</p>
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<p>Inky, you are in the banana boat in the Silver Forest. The turtle
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that was a chipmunk has holed up in its shell, effectively just a sticky
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bun.</p>
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<p>“You wanted to see me,” intones a slightly muffled voice behind you.
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A statement, not a question. You turn to see a figure cloaked in shadows
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and demons. They wear a domed helmet of black obsidian glass, flashes of
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rainbow colored light crackling along the inside illuminating very
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little of the smoke-filled interior.</p>
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<p>“What is it you seek from Dude 215R?”</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
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<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
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<dt>
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<li><a href="#00059" id="toc-00059">00059</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00060" id="toc-00060">00060</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00061" id="toc-00061">00061</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00062" id="toc-00062">00062</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
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<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
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</ul>
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</nav>
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<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
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<p>Total length: 79424 words / 339 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 80256 words / 342 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
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just the story.)</p>
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<p>There have been 213 messages posted over 208 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.02.</p>
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<p>There have been 217 messages posted over 215 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.00.</p>
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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email.</p>
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@ -7215,6 +7216,95 @@ under. One inward toward your host’s deep, core memories. And the second
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pulling you outward toward the Sea of Dreams.</p>
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<p>You have but a moment before the Red Squirrel is upon you.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<h3 id="00062">00062</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>One moment, Inky is half-asleep on their feet in the middle of Branch
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Avenue. In the next, they are reclining in a banana boat that resembles
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a canoe painted with long stripes of yellow and white with deep brown
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swipes. The s’more interior padding is soft, yet with the suppleness of
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fruit leather. A few round, matching brown mini-cushions are strewn
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across the boat interior. Also in the boat are two silver spoon paddles,
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more for looks than cooks.</p>
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<p>They don’t know where the boat came from. Things just appear. Like
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that Red Squirrel. Inky moves to holler a greeting, but instead
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recites:</p>
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<pre><code>"sgb rpthqqbk hr qba sgb fgnrsr dktb
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sgb qnkkr rwbbs uma rn uqb ynt
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sgnt uqs ly fthahmf rsuq ul h sghmb
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h rbb vbqhky ly utrohehntr rhfm
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sgb kns wur snrra uma sgbm h aqbw
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uma cnqstmb ruha hs rgnta db ynt ott"[1]
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[1]:
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"The squirrel is red, the ghost's blue,
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The roll's sweet, and so are you.
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Thou art my guiding star, am I thine?
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I see verily my auspicious sign:
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The lot was toss'd and then I drew,
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And Fortune said it shou'd be you. Puu."</code></pre>
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</blockquote>
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<p>~</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>While Inky boards her banana boat and recites poetry to the maddened
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squirrel, Alex springs to action leaping blithely from the branch
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towards the squirrel. Beneath him manifests a cockpit, sleek and
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futuristic. Around this materializes a large robotic weapon, octopus-oid
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in shape. The many tentacles bristle with weapons both fearsome and
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deadly.</p>
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<p>Alex grabs the controls, in one tentacle he latches onto the banana
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boat, that way he won’t accidentally get separated from Inky. With the
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other seven a series of feathers appear in every brilliant hue. The
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tentacle attached to the boat unfurls allowing Alex to draw closer to
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the squirrel. As the gap closes the most intense tickle fight the dream
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world has ever seen ensues, bringing joyous laughter to the faces of
|
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many.</p>
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<p>“Inky, if we need to get out of here, just jet it! That tentacle will
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yank the control pod and me with it!”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Alex basically becomes a Mech pilot, and confronts the Red Squirrel
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head on with the Octopod.</p>
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<p>You engage in the tickle fight to end all tickle fights!</p>
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<p>Its eight arms are more than a match for the squirrels eight legs.
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You have the advantage of reach, entanglement, and sucker pads. It
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struggles in your grasp, gnashing its terrible teeth, but cannot reach
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you. Its long tail whips around ineffectively, battering you softly.</p>
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<p>The agitated squirrel squeals and swells like a red balloon. The
|
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mech’s tentacles struggle to contain it. Just as the strain on the
|
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machine is about to become unbearable, the rodent violently deflates. It
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collapses in on itself with such ferocity that it turns itself inside
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out. The octopod, all tangled up in the collapsing squirrel, is pulled
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along as it folds in on itself until it becomes a hungry void the size
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of a marble, floating in space and sucking at the air.</p>
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<p>Inky watches from the banana boat as Alex and the squirrel disappear
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from the Silver Forest. The squirrel portal finally closes in on itself,
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severing the banana boat from the octopus mecha at the last possible
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second. Inky on this side. Alex on the other.</p>
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<p>Alex, you and the wreckage of the octopod are vomited out onto a
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sandy beach. Red mist and vapors dissipate from your entry point. Before
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you is a vast ocean, lapping lazily at the beach. The shoreline extends
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endlessly in both directions. Behind you are endless sand dunes. Though
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there is no sun, the sky seems to hover at sunset, all brilliant,
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swirling oranges and purples.</p>
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<p>A lone humanoid figure can be seen standing atop a nearby dune. It is
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tall. It has legs like a goat or fawn, and a paunchy belly. Its long
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neck protrudes into a kind of trunk that eventually folds over and hangs
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down in front of the creature, about chest height. It terminates in a
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smooth, round nub. No face. It wears a small satchel at its hip, its
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strap slung over one shoulder and across its chest. Its long arms hand
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loosely at its sides. Despite the lack of a face and any sensory organs,
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it seems to be watching you. Slowly, it descends the dune and starts
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walking toward you. It reaches into its satchel and draws a long, sharp
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knife as it approaches.</p>
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<p>Inky, you are in the banana boat in the Silver Forest. The turtle
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that was a chipmunk has holed up in its shell, effectively just a sticky
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bun.</p>
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<p>“You wanted to see me,” intones a slightly muffled voice behind you.
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A statement, not a question. You turn to see a figure cloaked in shadows
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and demons. They wear a domed helmet of black obsidian glass, flashes of
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rainbow colored light crackling along the inside illuminating very
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little of the smoke-filled interior.</p>
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<p>“What is it you seek from Dude 215R?”</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
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<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
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<dt>
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they can deliver to her the Quintessence</li>
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<li>Blavin double agent with Golden Iris</li>
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<li>BATT wants to preserve the timeline</li>
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<li>Felixe and Corraidhin</li>
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<li>Felixe and Corraidhin, show up in the dreaming</li>
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</ul>
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<p><strong>NAMES AND NPCS</strong></p>
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<p>Upcoming NPCs and/or monsters</p>
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<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" />Hap-n-stance, moon rabbit: <a
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href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_rabbit"
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class="uri">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moon_rabbit</a></li>
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<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" />Jorunna Parva, sea bunny time
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lord <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jorunna_parva"
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class="uri">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jorunna_parva</a></li>
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<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" />zai-ni (zine)</li>
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<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" />zeyeknee (zine)</li>
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<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" />standard ed</li>
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<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" />corn smut? - <a
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href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corn_smut"
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class="uri">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corn_smut</a></li>
|
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<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" />Jorunna Parva, sea bunny time
|
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lord <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jorunna_parva"
|
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class="uri">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jorunna_parva</a></li>
|
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<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" checked="" />harrowkrake</li>
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<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" checked="" />time swallows: It is
|
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a common misconception that barn swallows are the most widespread
|
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