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Saint Anastasia, grant me strength
Right on the heels of the Mother shaming me from my lack of control of the team, I find myself in utter awe of the lack of discipline and stubborn stupidity of these people.
Big Sis and her brother appear to have followed that son of a biscuit Disruptr into a criminal lair with the goal of cavorting with them...what did I do to deserve this? We have an innocent who needs protecting, and their choice plan is to draw the ire of one of the most powerful gangs in town? Why was I saddled with this task! I guess I'd better go in before they get themselves killed.
Fudge nuggets.
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by 3 Armored Kittens · Prodromos v.1.1 - World Anvil 0.9.15.009 © 2017-2024 [en] | Anvil Time: 21:59, Apr 30 2024