After-Action Review, First Almirian Expedition
by Derpules
Before, none of us could say whether wearing their armour gave us more of a right to intrude, or less. After, perhaps Havel or Philemon would have known the answer, but they were no longer around to say it. I stalked alone through the vault, smashing each ashen figure. I found nothing inside but dust.
Prize Preference: Love Puppy
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He'd pop the question today. Everything had been seen to: he'd bought two love auras, readied the confetti, and mastered the "flirt", "kiss" and "hug" commands (also "weep" and "beg", just in case).
Amidst literal falling stars, he asked her to marry him.
"Ugh. These are plugs, buddy! PLUGS! Not ponytails!"
The confetti burst, flatulently.