I spilled milk on my laptop and it exploded.
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Dear Ganondorf, I would like to be able to get my all dreams come true, there are times, however, that is hard to get because of toxic and bad people. How do you suggest me to get rid of them and then being able to go to the end finally?
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Whoever picks the winning option gets exploded! So be careful. To not get exploded, make the poll even (20% each).
You are allowed to communicate.
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Some post-explosion sketches from the weekend. I will fully and unashamedly use this new found power of having 3D references of their flat, to just paint over and it looks nice, until I throw up.
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Let's drink some Ko-Fi! 🍵
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Prompt (356)
"Is all that necessary?" the hero asked nervously.
The villain rolled their eyes and continued stuffing their bag with various explosives. "Trust me, sweetheart, this is the only way to kill them. Pass the C-4, would you?"
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Why Won't It Stop?
Warnings: explosion, head injury, blood, bloody nose, unconsciousness
Caretaker staggered out of the burning building, Whumpee following closely on their heels. "Why won't it stop?" Whumpee whined.
"What?" Caretaker couldn't hear out of one ear.
"The ringing. In my ears. It's so loud. Why won't it stop?" Whumpee stopped walking and clamped their hands over their ears. "It's so loud, Caretaker."
"Whumpee, we were just in a major explosion. It's normal to have some tinnitus."
"Some what?" Whumpee let their hands drop. Caretaker could see blood trickling from their right ear.
"Tinnitus--ringing in your ears. I'm sure when my hearing comes back in this ear," they pulled on their left earlobe, "it'll be ringing and ringing and ringing."
Whumpee screwed their face up. "It's so loud."
"I know, Whumpee. I know. If there's something the medics can do, they will. Are you sure that's the only thing wrong?" Caretaker stopped and really looked at Whumpee.
Whumpee's hair and clothes were coated in a fine layer of dust. Both ears had blood slowly trickling down--both ear drums had probably ruptured in the blast. Whumpee's face was pale, but Caretaker wasn't sure how much of that was dust. They were sure they looked just as bad as Whumpee.
"'m fine. Why?" Whumpee stopped and stared at Caretaker.
"Because your nose is bleeding," Caretaker said as they patted their pockets for a tissue.
"Hmmm," Whumpee muttered as they took a stumbling step and listed sideways. "I....I....I'm gonna be sick."
Caretaker had a moment to register Whumpee's words as Whumpee dropped to their knees and collapsed forward. "Whumpee!" Caretaker tried to rouse Whumpee. But as Caretaker turned Whumpee onto their side and placed Whumpee into the recovery position, Caretaker's stomach dropped. Blood dripped in a steady flow from Whumpee's nose and had begun to drip from Whumpee's mouth. "HELP!" Caretaker roared hoping someone would come. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
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