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Post by Cayden Thomas Murphy on Dec 24, 2011 22:00:37 GMT -5
This is what happens when there's only three people on the site on Christmas Eve, and we have a NPC hunter in the icebox who just got his ass bitten and dragged back to the pack house. Credits go to Haze and myself, with Nali as the muse!
Read to the tune of Jingle Bells:
Dragged down through the woods, with my shoulder falling off, thanks to these two dicks, it hurts to even cough!
Over a fallen log, splashing through the creek, now I'm in a strange cell and I have a bad craving for meat! Oh!
Jingle bells! Werewolf smells! Andy laid an egg! Agenta nearly lost her mind, right on Christmas Day!
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