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[madokamanga]

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oh thank god

[backlashcomic]

488 - BACKLASH Chapter 7: Survival

[sharry-arry-odd]

Bury me next to you in that unmarked grave, Joy. We knew that was the only hope we ever had–that we would live to see it through . . . and pray for our own cessation. Oh, we'll still hate each other, my dear, we have hated each other too long and too passionately to stop . . . but my bones will rest easy next to your bones.

Harrow the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir

[thestoopgallants]

[rapidpixeladventure]

Tell Gestalt to take care of the chompet while Magily and Cal take care of the other two.

{Combat Phase Start}:

{Gestalt}: [2][Engage: Duel]: [Rot Chomper]

{Cal}: [2][Attack]{Magily}: [5][Attack]

[Duelist]: Gestalt locks onto the [Rot Chomper] and impales them with their sword, launching them off into the distance where they can battle one on one.

You and Cal believe that you can take on the two remaining [Scroungers] on your own. Cal rapidly fires their shotgun, you are noticing that the electric element of the shotgun keeps the rot stunned long enough to pull of a strong attack. 

[You gained +1 Blessed Tear]

However, the surviving rot slashes at you, dealing 3 damage.[You lost -3HP]

You strike back with a slow and heavy stab to it’s chest and the second rot falls.

[You gained +1 Blessed Tear]

As the battle comes to an end, you feel the blessing of the great spirit return to you, and you feel emboldened by your victory…

[You gained +2HP and +2MP]

It seems like the blessing the great spirit gave you is still working. You still regain health and mana by killing your enemies.

You and Cal are now alone in the empty tunnel. The [RIGHT] path leads back to the [Frozen Pit Entrance] and the [LEFT] path leads towards Gestalt and further into the tunnel.

[STATUS] (New!)[QUESTS] [MAP]

What Should We Do Now?

[sharry-arry-odd]

"Do you hate me, my queen?" "Kell," she said softly, "how could I?" Something in him softened. Her dark eyes finally found his. And then she said, "You gave me back my son."

A Gathering of Shadows, V.E. Schwab

[fiftyshadesoftheday]

‘Um . . . "yellow" and "red", Sir,’ I whisper.

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