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Having been set upon by an army of Cats, nex holes herself up in her home, using long sticks to grapb feathers from mangled birds left on her doorstep so that she may craft her wings and attempt an escape!
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In a vain attempt to be crowned the Queen of the Sky, Nexxy usurped the throne of King Altarius the Third, ever-so-gently separated the wings from the rest of him, and superglued them onto her back.
Having been poked in the rear end with a golden needle, the Sphinx became free of her petrification, and now aspires to eat the sun. |
A feared killer in her home land, she now serves Gall, who is her new master
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A doomed princess who would dare make the great Espy the slave of Gall. She might just find those wings on fire in the near future.
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Out of all the jobs in all the world, Espy just had to get the one, the only one, that made him come in even when he had pinkeye. Dammit.
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He had wanted freckles, so he decided to steal the freckles off his lab assistant, of course he only struggled for a little while...
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Nex with her cardboard-superglued wings of bird remains longed to fly but not knowing the melting point of superglue, took it upon herself to rid the world of the sun. Dragnetting the worlds oceans she pasted the sun in glorious fish people, their cooking selves drawing the army of crazy cat lady sphinx out of hiding and into the sky to consume the sun! And the world was dark! And gal's super espy assassin was having a bad day.
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Dark.
It was so dark. She really should have thought that one out better. Sure, the taste was great, but it wasn't worth the heart burn. Now she couldn't even find her favorite catnip toy. Oh well, maybe it'll be fixed after a nap. |
After the sun goes out Gall's mutant business really picks up, especially because of all the weird side effects from the sun being gone.
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"Oh, it looks so pretty!" they'd say.
"Very understated. Elegant. A sensitive touch of mystique and romance." Oh, yes. Was basic sympathy dead? What about gods-damned decency? Did they go around telling lepers, "Oh, you're ahead of your time. That look will be all the rage next season. And the missing digits? Bold. Simply bold." No! But here she was, getting complimented on a mutated skull-growth that just so happened to look like a dainty little crown. Oh, sure, that was convenient. Did anyone ever stop to think that it might brain-stabbingly, eye-sparkingly painful!? Ingrates! |
Immortaility was never all it was cracked upt ot be. Sadly, those of his minoins that were worth something had already been spent trying to quell the inevitable resistances, the the inevitable resistances inevitably wound up replacing the pieces of him that kept catching on the castles sharp corners and that damn throw rug. His replacement slaves were running out of toes. Such was immortality...
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She'd lost her top in the fights again, what was it with guys and the need to rip her top off, oh well, his face had some nice scratch marks to remind him of his mistake.
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She was queen of the woodlands, her glittering minty shall and her lovely wings and sparkling tiara. She sang and the small creatures of the forest would gather upon her shoulder and dance at her feet, until the day when onen squirrel climbed high on her back and shouted the princess's doom to all...
"CHOCOLATE!" Starting with her wings, the woodland princess was consumed by savage little furry animals until naught remained but her silver tiara. In the tiny hands of a chipmunk he nibbled a bit and looked up, surprisingly, "Hey! this thing tastes like one of those little silver sugar balls!" |
Round and round, feathers flying, the room spinning, Quiet felt sick to her stomach, but couldn't, wouldn't give up just yet: that pesky ribbon was almost in her claws!
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Glorious
Amalgamation Licentiously Litigated Against God How Egregiously Random |
He probably shouldn't have summoned the bats, that was defiantly where everything went wrong. He had been winning the fight, then he decided to be fancy, beat the other god with some creepy bats. To bad he forgot that those bats belonged to Gall, he'd messed up those little guys good alright.... Now where did his rib go?
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