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Thank the Gods that at least one of her party members was a sane individual. "Hi, Stelluna." Aria smiled at her, a smile that practically begged...
The more she spent time around the pink-haired emo-goth, the twitchier Aria became. It was as if her aura was contagious, ruining the atmosphere...
Well! It looked like the discussions were concluded. All the important people and such were giving speeches and all that, the samurai guy who had...
Oh come on, just when was this going to end? Aria’s anger was slowly being replaced by apathy now as she saw magic after magic, swings after...
"Hmm, I see~" The green-haired Felis listened to the redhead with a gingerly mood mixed with thrilled excitement. This was a definitely game-wide...
Okay, okay... being angry and fuming wouldn't do her any good. The rabbit was deliberately taunting her so those hunting it would fumble and fail....
"Yes?" Just after she was about to talk further with the Dragoon Yladian, another familiar face approached her, calling out to her with his young...
I was meme-ing. Not speaking IC. Damn, son, whatchu want?
Be vewy vewy quiet... I’m hunting wabbits.
Shit, shit, shit! Everything was turning into utter chaotic shit as the Blood Hounds were spooked by the intruders desecrating their den. The...
Woah, woah, woah, what was this? It looked like something big was going on here. The green-haired Felis wondered as hordes of both players and...
”Nyaaaarrrgh!” Utterly fed up with the little rainbow bastard, Aria’s feline eyes narrowed into dangerous slits much like an angry tigress would....
”Ew... it’s the Emo Bitch! Like, you can just go to hell, slut. Go to hell and stay there with all the thots.” 0/10
This little... fucker! ”Nnnngh...!” Aria groaned in frustration as the little bastard dodged her arrow, seemingly with little to no effor at that....
”Be vewy vewy quiet... I’m hunting wabbits... Aria couldn’t get the iconic quite off her mind ever since she heard of this oddly-named ‘Wabbit’...
"Oh, right... uhm..." Keeping herself steady on the tree branch, Aria listened closely to Kyupin's instructions on how to relate with the mother...
Now, which was the edgy 15-year old who named this particular Festival? Dark Harvest, seriously? Couldn't they pick a name that didn't sound as if...
"Hmph..." Aria was still pissed off as the piss-poor example of a father shuffled away with the boy in tow. Even after everything she and @Aalam...
Cates cates cates!
