Started by one of my favorite deviants:


A Whee bit of FunArtorius Vagan stared at the ground in obvious confusion. He rubbed his eyes, just to be sure. It was still there. How strange. Apparently, he was staring down at himself. Three of him, actually, if you counted the two blurry ones on either side of the more solid one. He frowned and looked down at his feet. They were a ghastly white color. Not only that, but he could see the cobblestone streets through his feet. Strange. Very strange. He couldn't remember casting a spell to have an out-of-body experience. Actually, he couldn't remember very much past his twentieth cup of mead. He did, however, remember being very drunk. Dead drunk, actually.A Whee bit of Fun


PrologueTheir village lay nestled in the middle of a thick forest, where only a single, well worn path could get a traveler safely in and out without becoming utterly lost. Most never tried. The people of Istlok did not mind, however. They rarely needed to travel to bigger towns, having access to clean water and plenty of foraging from the forest. The clearing in which they had established the village had small patches of fertile soil, allowing for crops to grow. The only ones that ever travelled in and out were the young men of the village, wanting to spread their wings before returning and settling into the life their ancestors had passed down to tPrologue
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I wish my grass was EMO....so it would cut itself...
for now, at least.
;D
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"Windle shook his head sadly. Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind." - Reaper Man
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Misery....
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Misery....
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"Windle shook his head sadly. Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind." - Reaper Man
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