Puppet Mansion

Tomasz walked up to the mansion that he shared, returning from his trip. It was a rather eventful journey, he gathered a bit of magical artifacts, learned a few things, and more. The blue-furred lion didn't think much to himself when he noticed that...

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Cry me a Murder (conclusion) Otherkin, my Demonheart

The corpse of richards was in the driver's seat, sitting half upright, held in place by the safety belt like a string puppet made out of flesh. she was dead and cradled most of her own entrails in her lap.

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