Cold Town Beer's NEIPA on tap at The Queen's Arms in Edinburgh. A 3 of 4. On par with many of the more common hazy IPAs in the US -- this has a nice juicy and tropical fruit quality in the nose and a balanced body, and tastes a bit bigger than it is. Quite easy-drinking, and no complaints.
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obviously people steal things from other people it's one of the oldest tricks in the book but it still always surprises me to learn that people plagiarise because my introduction to the concept was basically being told that if i ever plagiarised anything i would be executed by firing squad and my head would be removed and displayed on a spike outside the walls of the hallowed academic institution i was attending as a warning to others
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to sit and watch the day pass you by
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I love you violence I love you descent into madness I love you transformations into an unrecognizable self I love you monsters who were human I love you questioning if I’ve changed or been like this all along I love you being scared I love you secrets I love you twisted coming of age stories
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How about Floyd, who came back as promised, hugging little Branch who just saw Grandma Rosiepuff get taken/eaten by the Bergen Chef?
Or how about Floyd, who came back as promised only to find the Troll Tree devoid of life and Rosiepuff's pod empty, going grey as he mourns baby Branch whom he thinks got eaten?
Hey so! Totally fun (and not hurtful at all) fact-!
For Trolls Band Together, the story the writers wanted to go with (according to the Artbook and novelization), implies that Brozone's disbandment happens before Bergen Town is even a thing, which has such severe implications to me.
so.
tfw you return to your home to find that
actually, the forest that sheltered you is eradicated, replaced with a giant town whose occupants' sole form of joy consists of devouring you.
the tree that served as your home is the only thing left of that forest, and it is decayed, withered, and desiccated... displayed in the middle of the town in a cage.
your pod, your home, is empty. every home around it is empty too. there are no trolls in sight.
as far as you know, everyone that used to be here is gone. or dead. most likely dead.
you will never see them ever again.
you were just a teenager.
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Okay so loving the idea that the town of fobo is just ever so slightly off.
It seems fairly normal on the surface, and the residents are nice enough, but the stench of blood seems to follow them around. There are one too many bones laying around to not raise eyebrows. The resident’s “tie-dye” shirts look too dark to be regular red dye. They have carnivorous livestock and ride horses faster then humans can comprehend.
People go missing if the loiter on the area, and one too many fed agents have come back terrified of birds. The residents greet you with a smile full of slightly too many teeth and a glint in their eye.
The town is empty, and your footsteps echo when you walk. The residents hear you from a mile away and will always be the first to greet you, whether or not you get a send off party is hard to tell.
Their hats and boots are leather, but they laugh off any comment about what kind. They use bones for decoration and blood as paint. They their enemies and kill for their friends. They’re fast, they’re smart, and they’re dangerous. Theyre fobo, and they’re just a bit off.
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