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  • ID: 15189 You park the Scowling Flint Idol (faceless or not, it just doesn't look cheerful) on the dresser. It stares impassively over the room like the
    723 bytes (561 words) - 12:32, 28 January 2023
  • ID: 14537 The Stolen River flows fast and thick and deep through the heart of London. Corpses wash up on its muddy shores. Here's one now. No – he's still
    626 bytes (223 words) - 06:40, 9 February 2023
  • group of urchins peer down […], silhouetted by […] false-starlight […]. "Chuck it back up," calls one. […] "Please." [Find the rest of the story at https://www
    759 bytes (287 words) - 11:15, 27 June 2024
  • ID: 6470 From: Death and the River No doubt it's some sort of cursed foreign god. Send it where it can't do any more harm. Splash The idol spins end over
    600 bytes (105 words) - 11:43, 10 March 2022
  • ID: 6479 From: The thing on the dresser It's a long walk, but the longer you have to look at this thing, the less you like it. Splash! An arc, a glint
    503 bytes (83 words) - 18:02, 10 November 2024
  • on it to remove the second head. The Skeleton with Seven Necks lets you chuck a lot of skulls on it, but keep in mind that it already has 2 Legs. The Prismatic
    25 KB (3,196 words) - 16:47, 24 October 2024
  • Unlocked with Conversation with a Lady A grudging nod "It was, it was. But chuck a rock in Veilgarden and you'll hit two worse injustices. Do the same in
    564 bytes (74 words) - 19:05, 19 August 2022
  • him on the smooth running of his establishment. He smiles broadly. He also chucks you under the chin, which is a little over-familiar, but, well. His buttons
    539 bytes (84 words) - 05:29, 10 November 2024
  • about a burning river 1 This is fun. Cheerful destruction Book after book, chucked into the flames with abandon! […] you've run out of books: you are flinging
    518 bytes (85 words) - 17:59, 3 April 2022
  • "It's nothing to do with urchins." Then he picks up a piece of rock and chucks it in the bird's direction. The Storm-bird ducks its head. A layer of frost
    639 bytes (91 words) - 17:37, 22 May 2022