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It's possible that we're merely a group of odd people that managed to find one another over the terrifying techonology that is the internet. Or - this was all preordained, & we're going to inadvertently bring about the apocalypse. Either way. Sam was having...issues. So we did....absolutely nothing to help. *shrug* A few simple instructions... The RTBS Soul WITT Freakin Physics class. And in the end, it was all Robyn's fault. (But kinda worth it to see the flower girl) Doooooom! Have I mentioned the part where things are Robyn's fault? Robyn & I make Bastion aware of the error of his ways, and traumatize some other Bronzers while we're at it. (And Bastion - those genetically mutated ferrets? Still haven't seen 'em.) Scorn on the House of Ridley... |
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