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Daily Shirt: Mario Is Missing, Presumed Dead
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Inglemouth Nights
I. Inglemouth was a city with a gold star in history and an F minus minus in geography. Venture too far down its statue-lined streets and you might find yourself lost in a tangle of alleys, or snared in a pocket dimension, most likely both, and oh god the statues were following you, fuck fuck fuck. II. Inglemouth library was deathly quiet. Par for the course librarily speaking, but in Inglemouth a sinister adjective was always worth noting. Yves flinched as he opened another book. Usually only Atran grimoires contained spirits, but when you'd died more times than you could count on your fingers, you took the hint and started being careful
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Operation Box Cutter
“Did you see that?” whispered Guard #1, wheeling around in alarm. The flashlight mounted on his rifle illuminated an empty corridor. “I heard something,” said Guard #2. Cautiously, he inched his way down the hall - his heavy combat boots silent as cat feet - before leaping around the corner to surprise absolutely no-one. Guard #3 pressed himself against the wall and peeked through a doorway. “I know you're there!” he barked, as a cardboard box shuffled past behind him. “You scared, buddy? Come out and fight like a man!” Guard #2 caught on to #3's cunning strategy and joined in. “Yeah,
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Default
JN113 studied her own face on the missing person poster. She almost wanted to laugh at the waste of time it represented – even if the world at large cared about a runaway Default, there were hundreds of people wearing the exact same face in this city alone. She raised her hood as rain started to shower from the misty neon heights. As much as her new friends tried to tell her otherwise, until she could afford the surgery, she'd always be a missing person. A blank space where something unique and beautiful should be. She ran into her father on the way to her boyfriend's apartment, and the guilt was almost overwhelming. He looked exhaust
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Laurels
The Band of Laurels rode the path to the arched city where further rewards and adoration waited. Clad in the charmed cloaks and coronets of ages past, they joked and gamed, discussing and dismantling their latest adventure, cataloguing every daring feat and unlikely incident, honing their story to perfection. The buzz of the kingbees and the chirrup of the crickets slowed their pace to match that of the lazy river that ran alongside them. “If a woman's hips are ample Then I want her in the hay Skirt and stocking all a rample-” sang Cieron, for no other reason than that the sun was shining. The Laurels joined in, looking forward
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Crutch
Hanna twisted her ankle on a tangle of heather and gritted her teeth. It wasn’t broken, but she couldn’t put her weight on it. Her laboured breath came faster and harder as she fought for the will to go on. She had no choice. Only Frostcreep tea would break Lyn's fever, and there was only one place Frostcreep lichen grew. Nobody was around for miles, but for two crows watching from a nearby spindly branch. Krunk Krunk, they called. Spurred on by the discomfort of their gaze, she took a ginger step and collapsed into the brush, scraping her palm on exposed roots and unidentifiable serrated fronds which raised warm, red welts. She
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RSPG Fundraising Campaign Summer 2018
This is Geoffrey. He’s a common European sheet ghost, and every day he has to walk eleven miles to find a haunted house in order to bring fear essence back to his colony. Year by year, Geoffrey’s natural cursed habitat is being destroyed by housing development and the introduction of bypasses and industrial estates to traditionally creepy areas. For less than the price of a coffee a month, you could keep our work alive - restoring haunted mansions and spooky forests, and renting out the resultant apartments and cabins to nervous young women with heart conditions. Ghosts are a window into our past - a valuable part of our nation
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Iamb what iamb
The knight lay dying on the bloodstained field His armour scarred, his tabard stained in red. "Is any man among us here a bard?" One man raised his hand. “Iamb,” he said. -- A hero stood astride the ancient ruins. Above the crowd he held a monster’s head. “Is any man among you there a bard?’ One man strummed a lute. "Iamb," he said. -- A king sat high and mighty on his throne: A heap of broken harps, their owners dead. “Is any man before me here a bard? Hell-born, honey-tongued and oversexed? Does any fiendlike man before me seek the favour of my fair-faced rose-cheeked daughter through va
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Easyjet
Up at 2am, watching the rabbits graze on the hotel lawn while I wait for the taxi shuttling between here and the airport to return. In the yellow security light they eat together quietly, and I feel as if the sight should calm me, and I’m disappointed when it doesn’t. An hour later I’m going through security, getting searched when I forget to remove my belt and getting chased down by staff when I leave my wallet behind. I’m not a practised flyer. Two hours after that, I’ve boarded the plane and we’re taxi-ing to the runway, where the engines begin to roar and the land begins to hurtle by outside the window
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Ratramentum Pt 4
    Fur bristling, Xint watched the fight from her perch on the pipes overhead, her too-bright goat-eyes darting around the room. The Eyes-Upon-Eyes was steadily approaching Malachi, arcs of blackness whirling around its form even as the pyromantic inferno enveloped them both. As final stands went, it was very heroic – still final, though. Voidwhips took chunks out of the flames, and then out of Malachi; flensing him where he stood, stripping him to the bone. Scarra gritted her teeth behind him, stepping back from the heat, hand outstretched in the necroclutch, keeping her friend and the firestorm alive far beyond their proper end.  
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Daily Shirt: Mario Is Missing, Presumed Dead
2
22
I
Inglemouth Nights
I. Inglemouth was a city with a gold star in history and an F minus minus in geography. Venture too far down its statue-lined streets and you might find yourself lost in a tangle of alleys, or snared in a pocket dimension, most likely both, and oh god the statues were following you, fuck fuck fuck. II. Inglemouth library was deathly quiet. Par for the course librarily speaking, but in Inglemouth a sinister adjective was always worth noting. Yves flinched as he opened another book. Usually only Atran grimoires contained spirits, but when you'd died more times than you could count on your fingers, you took the hint and started being careful
13
9
O
Operation Box Cutter
“Did you see that?” whispered Guard #1, wheeling around in alarm. The flashlight mounted on his rifle illuminated an empty corridor. “I heard something,” said Guard #2. Cautiously, he inched his way down the hall - his heavy combat boots silent as cat feet - before leaping around the corner to surprise absolutely no-one. Guard #3 pressed himself against the wall and peeked through a doorway. “I know you're there!” he barked, as a cardboard box shuffled past behind him. “You scared, buddy? Come out and fight like a man!” Guard #2 caught on to #3's cunning strategy and joined in. “Yeah,
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Default
JN113 studied her own face on the missing person poster. She almost wanted to laugh at the waste of time it represented – even if the world at large cared about a runaway Default, there were hundreds of people wearing the exact same face in this city alone. She raised her hood as rain started to shower from the misty neon heights. As much as her new friends tried to tell her otherwise, until she could afford the surgery, she'd always be a missing person. A blank space where something unique and beautiful should be. She ran into her father on the way to her boyfriend's apartment, and the guilt was almost overwhelming. He looked exhaust
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Laurels
The Band of Laurels rode the path to the arched city where further rewards and adoration waited. Clad in the charmed cloaks and coronets of ages past, they joked and gamed, discussing and dismantling their latest adventure, cataloguing every daring feat and unlikely incident, honing their story to perfection. The buzz of the kingbees and the chirrup of the crickets slowed their pace to match that of the lazy river that ran alongside them. “If a woman's hips are ample Then I want her in the hay Skirt and stocking all a rample-” sang Cieron, for no other reason than that the sun was shining. The Laurels joined in, looking forward
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Crutch
Hanna twisted her ankle on a tangle of heather and gritted her teeth. It wasn’t broken, but she couldn’t put her weight on it. Her laboured breath came faster and harder as she fought for the will to go on. She had no choice. Only Frostcreep tea would break Lyn's fever, and there was only one place Frostcreep lichen grew. Nobody was around for miles, but for two crows watching from a nearby spindly branch. Krunk Krunk, they called. Spurred on by the discomfort of their gaze, she took a ginger step and collapsed into the brush, scraping her palm on exposed roots and unidentifiable serrated fronds which raised warm, red welts. She
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RSPG Fundraising Campaign Summer 2018
This is Geoffrey. He’s a common European sheet ghost, and every day he has to walk eleven miles to find a haunted house in order to bring fear essence back to his colony. Year by year, Geoffrey’s natural cursed habitat is being destroyed by housing development and the introduction of bypasses and industrial estates to traditionally creepy areas. For less than the price of a coffee a month, you could keep our work alive - restoring haunted mansions and spooky forests, and renting out the resultant apartments and cabins to nervous young women with heart conditions. Ghosts are a window into our past - a valuable part of our nation
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Iamb what iamb
The knight lay dying on the bloodstained field His armour scarred, his tabard stained in red. "Is any man among us here a bard?" One man raised his hand. “Iamb,” he said. -- A hero stood astride the ancient ruins. Above the crowd he held a monster’s head. “Is any man among you there a bard?’ One man strummed a lute. "Iamb," he said. -- A king sat high and mighty on his throne: A heap of broken harps, their owners dead. “Is any man before me here a bard? Hell-born, honey-tongued and oversexed? Does any fiendlike man before me seek the favour of my fair-faced rose-cheeked daughter through va
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Easyjet
Up at 2am, watching the rabbits graze on the hotel lawn while I wait for the taxi shuttling between here and the airport to return. In the yellow security light they eat together quietly, and I feel as if the sight should calm me, and I’m disappointed when it doesn’t. An hour later I’m going through security, getting searched when I forget to remove my belt and getting chased down by staff when I leave my wallet behind. I’m not a practised flyer. Two hours after that, I’ve boarded the plane and we’re taxi-ing to the runway, where the engines begin to roar and the land begins to hurtle by outside the window
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Ratramentum Pt 4
    Fur bristling, Xint watched the fight from her perch on the pipes overhead, her too-bright goat-eyes darting around the room. The Eyes-Upon-Eyes was steadily approaching Malachi, arcs of blackness whirling around its form even as the pyromantic inferno enveloped them both. As final stands went, it was very heroic – still final, though. Voidwhips took chunks out of the flames, and then out of Malachi; flensing him where he stood, stripping him to the bone. Scarra gritted her teeth behind him, stepping back from the heat, hand outstretched in the necroclutch, keeping her friend and the firestorm alive far beyond their proper end.  
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Happy b-day, bloke
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Thank youuuu!! :)
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Happy birthday! Hope you're having an amazing day!
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I did, thank you! :)
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Hello, I just wanted to say thank you for the watch. I really appreciate it :)
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No problem! :)