yuro-skell

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The Yuelia, Edward and Trip outfits, as well as the mini napdragon mount, are paid extras and the pack costs about 10 dollars. Check the store of the platform where you play the game

Dang it

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How get? Please I must know

Ah, yes, the three genders

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My god I’m an idiot. Why did it take me this long to realize ginormsia is in the shape of a dragon. And the castle is where the *spoilers sorry* dragon heart is?!?

The new world map is called Ginormosia!

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This is for all the ppl that get lost in fantasy life ♥️

(ik a few ppl that keep getting lost so i took it upon myself to make it a meme)

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Ah the joys of being strong enough to bully the nap dragon.

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“If you say so. You ready to try your hypothesis?”

You are alone looking at the cliffs when you hear a voice like the scratching of a pen on paper.

“My my, what a tragic story you have. Such a poor poor thing.”

Natalia turns her head to glare in the direction of the voice.

What could you freaks demand of me?

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“He didn’t die you know.”

You are alone looking at the cliffs when you hear a voice like the scratching of a pen on paper.

“My my, what a tragic story you have. Such a poor poor thing.”

Natalia turns her head to glare in the direction of the voice.

What could you freaks demand of me?

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She bursts out laughing

“I’ve unfortunately been informed that I very much lack ethics. Otherwise I wouldn’t be pulling half the shit I pull. But you were happy and you still had your love of science. Don’t deny those memories”

You are alone looking at the cliffs when you hear a voice like the scratching of a pen on paper.

“My my, what a tragic story you have. Such a poor poor thing.”

Natalia turns her head to glare in the direction of the voice.

What could you freaks demand of me?

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“Apologies. I should’ve warned you beforehand. Just so you know I only changed a few things. Most of those memories weren’t real right from your choices.”

You are alone looking at the cliffs when you hear a voice like the scratching of a pen on paper.

“My my, what a tragic story you have. Such a poor poor thing.”

Natalia turns her head to glare in the direction of the voice.

What could you freaks demand of me?

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“You alright? Do you need a breather?”

You are alone looking at the cliffs when you hear a voice like the scratching of a pen on paper.

“My my, what a tragic story you have. Such a poor poor thing.”

Natalia turns her head to glare in the direction of the voice.

What could you freaks demand of me?

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“Fantastic. And don’t worry no time is going to pass here, but you will experience a lifetime.”

She opens the notebook and the minute her pen like fingers touches the page the world tilts for you and a lifetime of memories flood in. You’re loved, you’re cherished.you never had to become a lapdog for him. Tears well up in your eyes and you don’t know why. These memories weren’t real right? That wasn’t you right?

You are alone looking at the cliffs when you hear a voice like the scratching of a pen on paper.

“My my, what a tragic story you have. Such a poor poor thing.”

Natalia turns her head to glare in the direction of the voice.

What could you freaks demand of me?

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“I’d be happy to let you see how that would turn out. But in return you’d have to see how my theory turns out.”

She pulls out a worn notebook.

You are alone looking at the cliffs when you hear a voice like the scratching of a pen on paper.

“My my, what a tragic story you have. Such a poor poor thing.”

Natalia turns her head to glare in the direction of the voice.

What could you freaks demand of me?

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“I beg to differ on that statement. But i guess you’ll refuse to consider my hypothesis unless you’d be willing to try a trial run of sorts.”

You are alone looking at the cliffs when you hear a voice like the scratching of a pen on paper.

“My my, what a tragic story you have. Such a poor poor thing.”

Natalia turns her head to glare in the direction of the voice.

What could you freaks demand of me?

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“I’ve been told I taste like paper. But less about me and more about you. I’m sure there’s something about your story you wish to change. Maybe you could’ve been an actual daughter of Pantalone. Maybe you could’ve escaped with Kolya. Maybe you could’ve been loved instead of used. There’s plenty of ways you could’ve been happy you know.”

You are alone looking at the cliffs when you hear a voice like the scratching of a pen on paper.

“My my, what a tragic story you have. Such a poor poor thing.”

Natalia turns her head to glare in the direction of the voice.

What could you freaks demand of me?

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[oc] Wormbo, lord of tickets

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The source of the voice stands a woman (you think) with skin of parchment paper, filled out with writing in a language that shifts as you try to read it, warping and curling as if it were alive. Hair like the strings that bounded the books of old, eyes of cinnabar that looked painted on framed with chain glasses. She was dressed like a poet in an outfit made of worn away leather and paper.

“I’m not here to demand anything. Nor am I here to laugh.” She quickly added on “your story’s been too tragically and beautifully written for that. I’m simply here with an offer of sorts, you and I both know how your story will end you know. Though I can’t blame you though if you just prefer the company of your cats as your end. You’ve got some rather sweet ones.”

You are alone looking at the cliffs when you hear a voice like the scratching of a pen on paper.

“My my, what a tragic story you have. Such a poor poor thing.”

Natalia turns her head to glare in the direction of the voice.

What could you freaks demand of me?

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