Mist
Well, here we are in the middle of the death fog. I'd like to get going quick as I can. Air's close as anything in here. Keep seein terrifying shit.
Picked up a new guy, name of Norhm. Seen him around, says his boys got offed near Mt. Temmeros. I'll be keeping a close eye on this one, don't trust no one whose friends all die out o sight from every one else.
For some reason we keep stopping for every goddamn half-tree half-person that barks at us. So far I watched Keph jizz water at one and shove cocoa in another one. I'm not sure why we haven't just fuckin' kept going, but seems like everyone else can't help themselves.
That's it. Not a fucking thing other than that has happened. Can't wait to get out of here.
Oh, except Crestin growing a goddamn plant out of his arm. Fuck this mist.
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Goddamn Bug Hunt
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Fried Frog Legs
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Sunrise on My Scarred Asshole
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Fuck
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I Hate This
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What Goes Around Fuckin Whatever
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Mist
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Thoughts n Shit
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The Kiss
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Shitblistering Assfuck
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In Which I Play Crestin
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Switching Teams
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The Rip Off
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Too Old
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Cockblocked Like A Bitch
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