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*slowly removes my heart-shaped sunglasses* i beg your fucking pardon

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[muttering feverishly] I need to chase that man around my gothic manor in a silk nightgown

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hands are for acquiring the goblin

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I made an "official" hypna on fo76

Biv is the best robot and I WILL die on this hill

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Sketch commission done for @vaishino !

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Stop shaming people for their body count

Who cares how many people she's killed so long as you love her and she looks pretty with blood on her face.

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Finally made a Hypna for fo76. The hair options are so limited so the closest she can get atm is this ponytail

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Journal Entry 1155 -

It has been busy. I stopped in The Lounge, before the crowd swelled in. I talked with a Pandaren with a particular problem who has been looking for an Alchemist. I offered my help and will be headed home briefly to go through my pantry and stockpile. She has nerve damage and has lost most of her sense of touch and is looking for help activating it once more. I have a few ideas.

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Journal Entry 1154 -

There are familiar faces spending time at a place called The Diamond Lounge. I stumbled there by chance and ran into a friend. Seems she's trying to get it going as a neutral meeting spot without influence of the cartels. I will make sure to stop by often.

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Journal Entry 1153 -

Something is changing. I can't quite put my finger on it, but if I had to bet, it would have something to do with the Bilgewater goblins that made their way down here. I'm not privy to their plans but I do have some old Steamwheedle connections that I've checked in on to see what the good gossip is.

Well. They pick me out again, though I think I'm starting to get my tongue around the way they twist syllables and words. So, I'm not uncovering anything by asking, I'm doing what I've always done best - Shut up and listen.

There's unrest. I think it's more than the usual disdain for the goblin work culture. People take fearful looks over their shoulders at these goblins that are kitted out in dark armour with very heavy weaponry. I can see why that level of firepower would make anyone nervous, they seem to be set up in specific areas of Undermine rather than just mingling with the rest of the population. I tried going to the Steamwheedle base earlier but something felt off. It was quiet and I didn't see anyone immediately so I ended up ducking out. I thought about hanging around a little down the road and watching to see if anything happened but I think that I'm perhaps a little too suspicious and obvious an outsider.

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Journal Entry 1152 -

I do not think a lifetime spent in Undermine would prepare me for the erratic drivers constantly weaving down the street and nearly running me over.

I am starting to adjust to the noise, though. I think. It gets easier to tune out the majority of it. The smell. I have opted to breathe through my nose and suffer the stench rather than breathe through my mouth and be subjected to the taste instead.

I'm grateful that I've run into familiar faces down here. As I suspected, I wasn't the only goblin who was compelled to journey down. I'm also especially grateful that my ancestors made the lengthy journey to the surface and raised their descendants outside of here. I can see how privileged I was to grow up and flourish in my garden, I can't imagine how I or my life would have turned out otherwise.

I have now opted to wear pants during my time here, I'm tired of the ends of my skirts being soaked in a strange mystery liquid at the end of the day.

Poxxie would kill me if I brought any of my good silks down here.

1152.5 Addendum Entry -

My soul is starting to match my soles. Hah. I wish I was a better poet. Everything everywhere is so busy, so many people are just trying to get by and get through their day. I've only managed to talk to some of the locals, mostly other residents of the various hotels and hostels set up around Undermine. A lot of other goblins pick me out immediately for my lack of accent and become more interested in selling me something and make me out for an easy mark. Undermine is sinking it's teeth into me.

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Journal Entry 1151 -

I hate this! I love it? But I hate it. So much. I am amidst my people, I feel an electric force tingling the soles of my feet that keeps me here and walking the streets but! It's awful! Why do people live down here?!

I suppose it's not much of a choice. They work for the Cartels, I suppose, and go where they're needed. This is just the haute hive. I am learning so much! But the cost.

Gods below. My eyes are always watering and burning from the smoke and pollution, my skin has dried out and I feel so scaly and dirty. I'm almost afraid to bathe down here, is the water even safe? I wish I had a pressure hose hooked up to one of the springs above ground that I could just blast everything down. A healthy scrub wouldn't hurt but I don't believe I could get rid of all the grease and oil stains. I'm going to have to either throw out the clothes I brought once I leave for the surface or keep them in an airtight box for the next time I visit.

Addendum as of the following day - Sandalin joined me to get an idea of the engineering developments down here. He keeps coming back to our room absolutely covered in motor oil and grease. There will be a very long, dedicated spa session once we leave.

I am switching to pants, my skirt hems keep getting soaked in mystery liquids that I dare not think about too long.

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Journal Entry 1150 -

I heard rumours of Undermine being accessible again. I've never been, obviously, but it feels important that I make the pilgrimage. Much like how I felt drawn to Dornogal when Dalaran went down and Staxxy was missing. Well, not as strong, but it's a similar pull.

I must prepare first, of course. Check in with my dearest Staxxy, if she's not up to travelling and is busy with Dalaran, I'm sure that with Undermine opening up she'll be just a portal away at the surface. I must check with Sandalin as well, he might be interested in the engineering industry down there.

The trepidation is making my heart flutter in my chest. I have always felt so disconnected to other goblins and the cultural differences feel like gaping chasms. But that's partially why I started going to Orgrimmar in the first place, is it not? To discover others and finally connect. The search of the self through others?

I don't know if I'd call myself particularly lonely before, there was no sharp pain of something missing, just what feels like a brick wall between myself and others. Till Staxxy blinked into my life, that is. The wall is still there, it's just not as thick, and I have a few others on this side with me now.

There is a force inside me that's desperate to dig into my roots and bury myself within the knowledge of the tree connected.

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Hypna has started keeping a journal during The War Within. She's taken up inscription so she can make the most of her ink and paper.

I'm going to be posting little entries here for fun and posterity. I've got a few written up but I don't want to just spam a bunch. I'm going to be using the

#hypna journals tww tag to keep track of entries for this xpac at least and probably change it up when the next one hits.

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i was playing with the idea of journaling as Hypna and posting it here and perhaps on AO3 or other sites. I was thinking about using it mostly as a way to keep track of how hypna feels about specific in-game events happening in-world which will be good references for later points. It's also a good way to track character progression and growth.

I started working on journal entries for Undermine(d) and I might start posting some tomorrow or a little later on. I've hammered out a few and I'm figuring out the pacing still. Goblin!Hypna is going to have a big moment in this patch

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making a character for a purposefully short race and then being like "actually she's a bit taller than average just so she has some extra oomph." always pays off.

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I’m not just a good pair of tits. I’m also incredibly annoying