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Join Date: Jan 2005
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Mustachio is apparently beginning to starve after a mushroom race. This is madness!
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Sent to the cornfield
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I seem to have acquired 20 ridiculous hats via means unknown. If anything would like to be fantastically attired, I am a vendor tailored to your needs. And easy to find, unlike certain lurking individuals.
Edit: 3 days I have fought, and still they come. These rats are never ending. Every waking action I fight, slowly I drop their numbers but still they come. 3 days of actions- taken rats from 19 to 15 ![]() Last edited by Professor Smarmiarty; 02-06-2011 at 06:05 PM. |
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Join Date: Jan 2005
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Whispers of me linger on every street corner of Spite, but is Mustachio there? Who knows.
All that is known is that Constables have fanned out in the dozens in search of this madman. My stolen honey will be costing dens for months now. I knew they would come. But the cats told me weeks ago. |
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Sent to the cornfield
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There are lingers of blood, a touch on the breath, some poisons hang on the air- but he emerges- thinner than he was, a touch on the small side, - thousands of rats strng from his waste, followed by- is that?, yes it is- a fabled Rattus Faber Chief- a bit worse for wear is he, disgraced ashamed. A roar lets out, London awakes- for he is back. He has returned. Victorious.
A well earned rest, I thought, after my week long war. And it is a festival after all. But word of my extend stay at the Carnival, ahem, pleasure gardens has spread round and so I'm going to have to make an unexpected stay in the resident tomb colonies till things die down. Won't be long! Last edited by Professor Smarmiarty; 02-09-2011 at 06:01 PM. |
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