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[getto_daze.insanejournal.com]

Who: HYDRA!!1
Where: Angerdome
When: Day 186, Morning?
What: Mission!!

[TRAINER AND MOUSE are being veeery careful to sneak pass Vulpecula and are climbing up the angerdome]

--jeeze, what the heck. Where's the door? HYDRA come out! Wake up!

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[catty_might.insanejournal.com]

Who: Anyone
Where: Some Common Area or other.
When: Day 186, midday
What: Hey blanks hey blanks!!

[As it says, the new Ophi is wandering around and hanging out in various common areas, watching the coloured blanks and occasionally going up to introduce himself]

Hi there! I'm Smoke and I'm new here. It's nice to meet you, okaaaay?

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[sabra_la_npcs.insanejournal.com]

Who: anyone
Where: coming past the lake from the Northern Caves towards Hydracula
When: Day 186, afternoon
What: With heavy footsteps a large, but juvenile fatty lizard comes limping out of the wild caves. The stench of rotting meat proceeds it, and it's not hard to see why. One of its limbs drags along limp- rotting and completely useless. It doesn't take much medical knowledge to tell that gangrene has long since set in. Its eyes are clouded, its breathing wet, and a slick dribble of sickly yellow foam drains from its mouth.

The pitiful thing lets out one last, mournful bellow before crashing to the ground in front of the Angerdome. As soon as it hist the ground, hundreds of tiny vermin pour out of its flesh and dissipate into the cracks and shadows. The beast lays still and draws pained, labored breaths.

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[crazylikeavulp.insanejournal.com]

Who: Vulpecula & maybe also the very rare individual who might actually visit Vulpecula
Where: Vulpecula
When: Day 186, morning
What:

[Breakfast! Lucky is somehow in the best mood ever and even made slightly larger portions than the usual slow-death-of-starvation fare.]

Gooooooooooooood morning vulpine compatriots!

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[sabra_la_iudex.insanejournal.com]

Who: Those who have waited through the day
Where: The arena
When: Day 185, evening
What: A conclusion

[Dim light filters down from the arena’s heights; not so bright as to leave the ruins of buildings more than shadowed silhouettes, not so dark as to keep you from finding your way down, and down, to where a single flickering torch lights a broken courtyard.]