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characters who are undead. characters who die in the end and so they've been dead from the start. characters who are chased by death. characters that chase death. characters who died and came back to life. characters that die again and again and again. characters who consider their past self dead. characters who were born in someone else's corpse. characters that claw their way out of the grave. characters whose deaths leave such a gaping wound that even their absence is still a presence. characters who are emissaries of death. characters who are alive but consider themselves dead. characters whose deaths are ambiguous. characters whose existences are defined by death.

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Can anyone who's been playing for a long while and has really crazy stats or accomplishments (across any fallen london game) send me screenshots of them? I need them for a funny video

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Go ahead. Try me.

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Fun fallen oc question, what would happen if they got a brick thrown at them

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PoSI time!! I can finally continue hunting for that Vake monster.

edit: nevermind it appears I still can't buy a ship yet.

edit 2: ok NOW I'm PoSI. Ship time

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how do names work? many attempts to pick a name yet none of them fit. little-moth-masked no longer fits. pyro-snakeling feels like a too tight glove. dreaming-chandler is a chain to something forgotten.

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~40 unique glasses of teeth sent out! and every single one is guaranteed to be delicious

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straight up Seeking it

and by it, let’s just say

The Name

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Hm. I feel like I should not.

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Never

ENOUGH

BEES

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Never

ENOUGH

BEES

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I've been having strange dreams recently.

I stalk--hunt--chase--fly over the city. Hungry--!must-feast!, I call and London trembles in fear. Swoop-low--silent--!alone!--stamp-sparks--scare--chase--

When I wake, I taste blood. There are claws tapping on the window, but no-one's there.

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Five Hundred Deep Amber

that'll be fun to get (sarcasm)

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This was an Idea. No comment on whether it was good or bad; new-old candlestick friends decorate the windowsill. (Were they always there, and the wax simply gave them form?)

Sight has been clouded with a peculiar shade since they emerged from the candle, and all that can be heard is a whisper of North...

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An Ambitious Barrister stopped by the other day. Something about becoming a Person of Some Importance. None too concerned about that, since being in the public eye can be exhausting. Suppose it can’t be helped, though, and a little recognition could prove useful one day.

Speaking of recognition: a calling card in the mail. There was a tip about a potential job. A large diamond. Size of a cow, if the contact was right, although it is likely to be smaller—say, a cat, thereabout.

And with the tip, a warning. But it must be done. Who were __ Why follow the Voice What was forgotten?

There has to be an answer.

There must be an answer.

Please let there be an answer.

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Finally drew up what they look like

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happy sackmas lads :)