do y'all imagine that the tadfools walk everywhere or are you like me and imagine that they bought (commandeered) a cart or wagon early in act one and use it whenever they have to move the campsite. withers is the ONLY authorized driver of course
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Greatest achievement so far?
Cipriano excitedly leans out of the front carriage seating, smiling widely. The wagon is obviously well loved, both in a sense that it shows signs of being tended to, as well as parts of it are either uneven or jagged from prolonged use.
“Somepony gifted it to me when the fortune I gave them bought them great wealth. I told them they’ll have luck in money, and what do you know it, they won the lottery. He said he had no need for his old wagon now that he was rich, so he let me have it”, Cipriano explains, looking quite proud of himself. It seemed he always felt a bit prideful when it comes to striking good deals or getting stuff cheap. “It’s a little worse for wear…but I think I fixed it up quite nicely, right?”
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Eugene's little stage in the novelization. If you even care
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I was the tiger, and no one understood me. Everyone else was domestic. Everyone else knew not of fear.
I was supposed to be domestic. A child’s toy. I was supposed to be tame and docile. I was not. The boy pulled my ears and my tail and was cruel. The father averted his eyes. The mother encouraged it.
The Mother didn’t understand what it meant to be domestic. The mother thought she knew better than anyone else. The mother thought she understood me.
It was the mother who chased me down with a kitchen knife after my claws broke the boys skin. Howling her anger, she pursued me out of the house, but she could not keep up once I ran.
I was the tiger, and no one understood me, but I didn’t understand anyone either. Other animals could speak, I watched them do it with narrowed eyes, but I could not. What had the mother done to me? What had the mother denied me?
I found a shop that smelled like home, and the strange man fed me a pastry. It stuck to my teeth, tasted like cinnamon and marshmallow. I understood him. He understood me. I could not stay, the mother was still looking for me.
I found joy on a beach rich with fish. The mother came to me there, and I swam away. She understood me, then, and threw her knife to the ground. I did not understand her, so I waited in the water until she left. It was warm.
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Mad Mike’s FURSTY by TCP Magic, 2024. Presented at the Tokyo Auto Salon. Kiwi drifter Mike Whiddett began his career with this Mazda Savanna Wagon but sold it to fund his FD RX-7 drift car. Fast forward to October last year when Mike was able to buy the Mazda Wagon back and pass it onto TCP Magic. They have fitted a 26B 4-rotor NA engine with HGT sequential transmission and Winters Performance quick-change differential, there's also a Rocket Bunny Pandem wide-body kit and custom Rotiform wheels.
original photographs by Toby Thyer/Speedhunters
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So I play one of those terrible Chinese money-laundering, data-mining games. I know. I KNOW. Please don’t get on my case; it’s no worse than Genshin Impact…
Anyway, it’s a paper-doll game and there’s nothing I love more than going totally obscure with my designs and seeing if anyone gets the joke. For instance,
Dancing in the Dark
The Queen of the Night, and…
Meg goes to Vanity Fair.
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