Ricky vs Nate [Inaugural Gut Punching Match]

The canvas is constructed of palm wood planks covered with a sheet of foam and a length of canvas, with tires underneath to give it some bounce.

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My Tragedy

Am lost the stars are trapping me these shackles are not the type that you can see and i am drifting now left waiting for a common ground that'll never be reality chorus my mouth's been sewn closed my eyes long glued shut my mind is the canvas

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Gnoll Brigand: Prologue IV

From there you pour mead onto the covered canvas, with taaru helping once he realizes what you're up to.

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Jack and Will

I found a good spot to set up my canvas stand, put my headphones on, and i started to paint. usually when i paint i drift off into the music i'm listening to.

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Big Dude Wrestling #1

Rico dropped down on his canvas and i went for the cover as the referee (another fox) got down on all fours and smacked his paw down on the canvas for the count, "1 . . . 2 . . ." rico got his shoulder up off the mat to keep from losing the match.

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Black Meridian 01: Ankle Deep

"fletch, get over here and put down the roll mats, i don't think we'll need canvas but i'll set it up anyway."

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G.R.R. Lost Chapter

He gets up off the canvas to try and fight one of us again when a referee stops him and tells him he has to go back to the locker room since he was eliminated.

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A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 7:

The canvas theomus retrieved was sprawled out on the creature's lap and the ceramic platter was used as a backing for xalix's drawing. xalix stood to his feet and walked over, carrying the canvas. he rolled it out on the floor for vincent to see.

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Ritual of Re-entry (Otherwise Untitled)

With fingers somewhat numbed, he carefully pulled a battered portable shrine out from the canvas panic bag he'd pulled up from stowage.

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Hammering Out a Skill (Otherwise Untitled)

Upon seeing the fennec, wrapped nearly head to toe in a heavy sanded canvas garment, the phoenix called out. ~ "oi! what're's'ya got at this hour, t'keep'ta'ir?"

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Every Artist's Dream: Prologue

The short lion meticulously painted on his canvas, paying attention to every minute detail and making sure that he did everything perfectly.

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Flying Circus

Branches clawed at the aircraft, tearing canvas from frame and scraping against metal components with a terrible screech. all the while whipping at the exposed fox cradled within.

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