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Golden
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Jul 3 2010, 05:45 PM
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GALDEN PANTS
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Blans, having just come from Pickle Castle, was already quite tired in addition to the occasional pain from his back. He headed slowly to the very large building hidden in the distance, but very much sightable. It must've been just because Blans is an old geezer with bad eyesight and a bad back. He would've kept heading towards it slowly if it weren't for some pesky birds attacking him. He swing madly in the air, hoping to hit one of them. Blans had knocked a couple out of the loop and managed to beat the large birds until they ceased living. Blans had no disregard for life at all, having seen countless failures at Pickle Castle. He honestly couldn't care less so long as it wasn't a robot. Oh god not robots. The flock attacked a couple more times as he slowly whittled away at their numbers, eventually leaving three running, possibly for safety or to fetch a more powerful force. Who knows. Eventually, Blans made it to the city uninterrupted, discovering many of his worst nightmares there.
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