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Navigate sewers swinging dagger, poor, poor poo rats. Clout is the end all be all means. This is the beginning. Tavern town, invite me in. Odd jobs for experience. Not long after, gold pieces. Make my way, eternal ring. Navigate mansions slinging war spells, poor, poor private (army). Clout is the end all be all means. This is the rise. Tell me, now, I'm slipping into myself like I always do. I see the needle point. How many times will it run us through? Tired, now, of the games you play. I need a heart to communicate. Tired, now, of the games you play. I need a heart to trust.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
Place of Power: Heart to Trust
Navigate sewers swinging dagger, poor, poor poo rats. Clout is the end all be all means. This is the beginning. Tavern town, invite me in. Odd jobs for experience. Not long after, gold pieces. Make my way, eternal ring. Navigate mansions slinging war spells, poor, poor private (army). Clout is the end all be all means. This is the rise. Tell me, now, I'm slipping into myself like I always do. I see the needle point. How many times will it run us through? Tired, now, of the games you play. I need a heart to communicate. Tired, now, of the games you play. I need a heart to trust.
Simillacrum
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
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