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A tiger on the loose is fairly destructive.
Kitty just wants to play!
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Details and Origin Story (MA) on Ouroboros Portal.
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A sentient machine has harnessed the power of radiation to manipulate various forms of plant life for research purposes.
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[incomprehensible glyphs]
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Project character. No concept.
Please, Agge, for the love of cheese, play a tanker!
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pret·er·i·tion [pret-uh-rish-uhn] - noun
1. the act of passing by or over; omission; disregard.
2. Calvinistic Theology: the passing over by God of those not elected to salvation or eternal life.
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You know that story, where you've got the good shoulder person and the bad shoulder person, telling you to do things right or wrong, basically an anthropomorphed conscience? Well, Stacy's good shoulder person turned out to be a homicidal maniac, and the two of them ditched me - I was tame in comparison, even though I was supposed to be the "bad guy." Now I'm trying to prove that not all shoulder beings are typecasted properly.
Also, I'm trying to find Stacy and her homicidal buddy. Seen a tiny angelic-looking psycho wielding a big mallet anywhere around here? Should be near a little girl who looks like Goldilocks on speed. That's Stacy and her shoulder-guy-gone-bad.
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I wanna be a Fortunata when I grow up!
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Being the good guy wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Man, that just ain't my gig. I never told anybody I knew right from wrong, good from bad...I just did anything I want to do. Then some dude assigned me to this freakin' Goldilocks-looking kid, told me to tell her not to do bad things? You're kiddin', right? Like I care what she wanted to do. So me and Stacy, that's the girl, see? Me and Stacy ditched the other Imp - what a lame-o. Turns out we had our jobs backwards; that imp was nothing but a goody-two-shoes.
Me and Stacy, we do pretty good. It's hard, but ain't anyone gonna tell us no. They say "no," we say "punch you in the FACE!"
Oh, and if we see Stacy's other imp? She is Dead Meat!
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