#dol too many fucking tags holy shit
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The rest of the NPCs and I definitely have not forgot anyone at all
#art#doodles#dol#degrees of lewdity#dol mickey#dol landry#dol wren#dol gwylan#dol morgan#dol charlie#dol quinn#dol black dog#dol zephyr#dol balloon stand guy#dol harper#dol too many fucking tags holy shit
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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; mun & muse - meme.
TAGGED BY: @hyaciiintho ( ;-; AAA THANK!!! )
TAGGING (don’t feel obligated to do it!): @forsakenflora , @avadite , @yinseal , @inseparabilum , @reigningsniper , @tsume-awase , @canisfuria & YOU if you wanna!
FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ this meme definitely favors canons more, but i hope oc’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. multi-muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.
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MY MUSE IS: CANON / OC / AU / CANON-DIVERGENT / FANDOMLESS
Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO
Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK (he’s fetishized a lot; thanks, i hate it)
Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK (i’d lean more toward no)
Are they underrated? YES / NO
Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO / MAYBE (stares into the abyss)
Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG
Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO / MAYBE
How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL (true neutral, my boy)
HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?
♠ || i have an ongoing joke that “canon is a slab of meat that we slow-roast at 475 degrees and carve for the juicy bits” but at the same time it’s not a joke at all, i’m being perfectly serious. i’m definitely a lot less strict than when i started for writing canon characters way back yonder, but i also DO like to keep within an array of canon boundaries because i’m not writing for an OC in this instance, i’m writing for an established character. ...it also doesn’t help that my character’s handled differently in the 4 types of media he shows up in but. i grew up reading DC comics and writing for beast boy, so i’m kind of used to “multiple takes existing for singular character”.
that being said, my take on dol is clearly canon divergent (since... he’s alive and my default verse takes place after the nest raid) but it pulls primarily from brotherhood/manga with a couple dashes of 2k3 series (since that’s the only media that gives us a length of time that he was in the labs). but given that i follow along with just about every scrap of information provided in the manga on this clown, i’d say i follow canon fairly strictly... but there ain’t a lot to go off of, so my reins are pretty loose no matter how you look at it. my city now.
SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS.
♠ || (*￣3￣)╭ well, hello, there. aware of dog? yes. this is he: dolcetto mcgrouchyboots, and he is not happy to be here at all. he is traumatized, sassy, wants to throw hands with teenagers, has no sense of self worth, and will absolutely use himself as a meat shield in order to protect any and everyone he cares about. he is spliced with: dog. his favorite weapon: sword. if you listen carefully, you might hear dog-song rising on the east wind as he approaches (don’t tell him axel taped a cassette player to his back). he comes from a found family of complete and utter morons with a lot of damage, they live in a partially underground bar, work as information brokers, and are all DEFINITELY fully functioning adult people. they say gay and trans rights. if you like angry boys with a sense of humor semi-on-par with griffin mcelroy, this is the boy for YOU!!!
NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?).
♠ || he’s only featured in a handful of episodes/chapters across all media, doesn’t have a significant amount of dialogue, and we only ever see him lose to the protagonist(s) despite that he seems more than capable of fighting anyone else. easy to brush off as a “aw he died and that’s sad but we didn’t really know him, moving on”. from what i’ve seen in my years, people are more interested in him being a cog in the machine of “greed is sad” and less interested in... HIM. which is fair, i guess, but hhhhhh
WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?
♠ || i don’t know if i can pin-point any ONE thing, but i’ve always been drawn to characters with some sort of connection or bond with animals (example, once again, being beast boy from teen titans). i also have an IMMENSE weakness for the found-family dynamic. so when the devil’s nest appeared during my first watch through of brotherhood, i was pretty much... hooked. immediately. and devastated. immediately. as for what drew me to writing dol, specifically... probably his loyalty, his drive, the fact that he WOULDN’T FUCKING STAY DOWN no matter how many times someone knocked him flat on his face. i vibe with that. grew up very much in the mentality of “fall down 7 times, get up 8″. also, he had a sword... which always beats guns on coolness factor. and i loved his fire. ...and that he was a complete fucking idiot who’s really bad at kidnapping i mean HOLY SHIT THAT’S HOW YOU TRIED TO GET HIM TO COME WITH YOU, DOLCETTO, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING--
WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?
♠ || dol has always been a great source of ...venting for me? <xD ever since i started writing him, i’ve always found his muse--specifically--to be extremely cathartic and comforting. i dunno if it’s because he lets the more... jaded side of me come out, even when we’re both trying to be optimistic?
because i’ve been in 2 emotionally abusive friendships. i definitely have some left over hurt, pent up anger that hasn’t been given closure, a hell of a lot of underlying bitterness that i never got the opportunity to confront those people, BUT i still try to be. y’know. welcoming, friendly, supportive, despite a voice in the back of my head being paranoid?? i think dol continues to give me outlets to expressing that. somehow. not that i use him as an excuse to do it, more so i have more opportunities to do it when i’m writing him as opposed to writing someone like beast boy, who’s usually more on board with keeping the peace than picking a fight. i’ve also invested SO MUCH TIME and ENERGY into his background and headcanons and things that i kind of can’t quit him now, nor do i want to.
... and aside from that i just want him to have a happy ending god, fucking damnit.
SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.
give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.
Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO ( or i certainly hope so )
Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO
Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO
Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO
Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO
Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO ( definitely have moments but eh! )
Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO ( kind of... varies. i’d say i’m more hyper aware)
DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?
♠ || i definitely like to think i do when it comes to pre-established things in canon. but when it comes to what i’ve built on my own over my years of writing for dol (and the nest members as a whole), it’s kind of my sandbox and i’d appreciate you not stomp around in it.
unless i need to be learned a thing, like... one of the nest members, vi, is a trans-woman. i’m a cis-woman and i try to do as much research as i can and educate myself, but if i ever fuck something up please tell me, i’m doing my best but i’m more than willing to listen. i want to grow.
DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?
♠ || pretty sure everyone does! >xD but yeah! i FUCKING love it. especially since i’m writing for a minor character. =//o//= it shows people are interested in him despite his overall lack of content.
IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?
♠ || i’d definitely be curious as to why but i doubt i’d be offended or take ... any personal harm from it--y’know? it’d be more of a “let me hear your perspective and maybe it’ll expand my own understanding, or i might not agree after the explanation and that’s cool”!
an exception would be for an obviously shitty one that’s shitty for no reason, like... acTUALlY, he’s TOtaLLY hom///o///pho//bic, to which i’d be like “bitch, no, get away from me; no one in this bar is straight, die mad”.
IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?
♠ || again, it’s cool! there’s not a lot of canon material so you can take his portrayal a variety of places. if we don’t jive, it’s pretty whatever.
my one exception to this is probably people who, in the past, have told me i write him being “too mean”. which will never cease to confuse me. because even after al straight told dolcetto he was 14, dol was still like “I REALLY WANNA SMACK HIM but i’d just hurt my hand so you’re off the hook”, he’s angry like 85% of his dialogue in the manga... i’m just confused. where are you seeing the “uwu pupper~” persona. you can write it, that’s fine, i don’t care, just don’t get irritable when i don’t write him like a cute puppy. because here he is. suggesting we just kill izumi because she’s being troublesome. yeet. ...he’s an asshole.
IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?
♠ || whatever, just don’t be a dick or speak badly about me or him in my presence because, flawed as he is and while i won’t make excuses for him, i’ll stand up for him. go somewhere else, my dude. i, personally, don’t have the energy for your negativity. nor do i have the patience.
ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?
♠ || i’m more okay with people correcting my spelling (gently). because of the way i taught myself to read, i’d be FUCKED if auto-correct or spell-check didn’t exist. i also google correct spellings constantly. so spelling, yeah, i already know that i’m terrible at it so feel free to correct type-os or spelling mishaps, it ain’t no thang.
grammar i’m a bit... pickier about. because sometimes i’ll purposely do a “grammatical error” because the punctuation or otherwise further drives the pacing or mood i’m trying to give my writing. i may not know ALL the rules but i break them from time to time... FOR THE ART.
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?
♠ || i wanna say i am?? while i definitely do want to seriously explore and flesh out and grow dol as a muse and character, i’m “not above” goofing around, poking fun at him, or just being plain silly on the dash. RPing is escapism for me and i strive to keep my blog a peaceful safe haven on the dashboard, both for myself and my followers.
i try to communicate to the best of my ability and despite my anxieties, and while i may not be able to follow or RP with EVERYONE (for obvious reasons) i’m open to interacting with ... pretty much anyone who throws me a bone. i’ll speak up if i’m not down for a plot or interested in a certain relationship or interaction, but i’m certainly not going to be rude or dismissive about it. i know what that feels like. i’d say yeah, though! i think i’m pretty chill. e-e you tell me.
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Farlef Chronicles Episode 5 - The Battle of Hibbleton
Previously on the Farlef Chronicles.
WAR HAS BEEEN DECLARED.
Currently - August 8, 2017 The Night before the Great War
Two hundred seventeen days. That’s how long it has been since war was declared. Both sides had many skirmishes across the United States and parts of Canada. The Moose struck first taking out the Deer Parks located in Michigan, Illinois, Indiana, Missouri, Wisconsin, Ohio, Minnesota and Nebraska effectively cutting off the supply line for the residents of Deer Park, Washington. They also tried to attack Deer Park, New York but a quick call to arms from the loyalists of three crazy assholes from Brooklyn saved the town.
The Battle of Deer Park, New York was dubbed "The Battle of Gardyloo". It lasted 42 days. It was a modern day Thermopylae. Two thousand men, women and moose descended upon the NYZ Apocalypse, the last standing region the moose had not taken over. For 40 days Anthony "Baby Kicker", John "Nobody Jiggles like Lord Necroid" and "James" defended the disputed spot. With minor relief from Miller's Ale House of Deer Park and the Christmas Tree Shops hope was a commodity they were in short supply of. On the 41st day a pelican arrived with news and hope. Inside its beak was Tommy gun's, undelivered mail and 2 Kevlar vests that fit Anthony and John perfectly and another shirt with a giant bulls eye on it and two pistols for James. They knew what they must do. With James adorning the bulls eyed shit the three unknown soldiers charged the moose and tore through the Antler Horde like a hot knife through butter.
The three of them fell back to Kangaroo Kids Inflatable Party Center when the odds overwhelmed them. Or so the moose thought. During the 41 day battle they sent James out at night to plant buck bombs at key locations in case of an emergency retreat. Just as the moose thought victory was finally upon them they detonated the bombs. In 3 seconds 42 days of nonstop action was over. The East Coast was in Deer control. The battle had been won but not the war.
After the Battle of Gardyloo the Deer were on the offensive. The rag tag team of retards that defended New York racked up sweeping victories all along the East Coast fending off the Moose as they went. While they were defending the East, Farlef and his squad attacked from the West.
Farlef and his brother John,
Farlef's dad in his new militarized wheelchair,
And an alive and returned Papi
lay waste to everything west of the Rockies. Nothing with antlers were safe unless they bent the hoof.
After being captured and tortured for information for years about his comrades Papi was not the same sociopath homicidal genocidal pawn broker they knew and loved. For the last 7 years in a small cell that he called home he was tortured daily.
Nonstop they played the Rocky and Bullwinkle movie for him to get him to break. He refused and suffered for it. After the battle of Gardyloo the Deer had the upper hand and traded most of the mid-west for Papi's life. Now he was on the warpath, unfortunately due to his "enhanced interrogation" he killed anything with antlers and small vermin he saw. He didn't see friend from foe. He was a weapon..
For 6 months war raged across the country, the newspapers were baffled about the recent string of Moose/Deer murders. It got even stranger when the Elk got involved in a nefarious alliance with the Pepe Silvia and gave the Moose the upper hand. Unlike the moose tho the Evan’s Clan had one thing their horned foes had not, opposable THUMBS. Ten thousand moose and elk were no match for a wheelchair bound homophobic with a minigun strapped to his chair.
Farlef and John also rocking dual machine guns.
Unfortunately with Papi missing for 7 years his connections were running low and their ammunition stocks dwindled. Both sides had little resources and manpower for a full scale war. One final battle had been decided on at Hibbleton Island.
Farlef's army arrived on the island 4 days prior. As they were setting up camp more Deer arrived from around the world to fight for their ancestral home. Unfortunately on the other side of the island where the moose resided their numbers were equally 10:1.
"God damnit why can't we just tie grenades to birds and let them fly over to their camp" Farlef's dad angrily shouted in the head tent where Farlef and his war band gathered.
"For starters most species of bird that could even hold a grenade are not native to this area, are allied with us or believe in Islam. What we need are a squirrel army. They can man tanks, attack from the skies, from the seas. SOMEBODY GIVE ME SOME PEANUT BUTTER. I AM GOING TO MAKE AN ALLIANCE" John shouted as he ran out the tent excited.
Everyone ignored John’s outburst and went back to strategizing.
From the ground we taken and what the Pepe Silvia has set up it looks like we will end up fighting in the center of the island. It will be tricky but I think with our naval and aerial squads we can win this” Farlef said.
"I gave James strict instructions to do anything for the cause in lue of my absence. I also made him wear a special costume for the fight" Anthony said over Skype. His crippling anxiety, depression, agoraphobia and anxiety prevented him from being their physically but he was there in spirit.
“I have a plan" James stammered out. No one cared. Somehow after 42 battles of wearing nothing but a shirt with a giant bullseye on it he survived every battle unscathed.
"John 2 is your squad ready for tomorrow" Farlef asked ignoring James.
"Cough Cough wheeze cough gag (Yes our preperations are all set, we are good to go” John-2 replied.
"Ok Xavier what bout you. Is your squad ready"
"Fuck you cracker fuck. Of course we ready. Fucking sticking me with all the black animals. This some racist bullshit. Remind me again why we on the front lines." Xavier said seething with black rage.
"I told you. Your part of the first wave. Operation Get behind the Darkies."
"Haven't you ever heard of the Emancipation Proclamation"
"I don't listen to hip hop" Farlef nonchalantly replied.
After hours of coordinating and planning strategies Farlef addressed all of his comrades in arms with one final speech.
" All right! This is it! Now you all know me, so I'm gonna say this as simply as I can. If it's our time to die, it's our time. All I ask is, if we have to give these bastards our lives... WE GIVE 'EM HELL BEFORE WE DO!"
"Pause the fucking movie I got something to say" Farlef said as Matrix Revolutions played in the background.
“In less than 5 hours, deer from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest antler battle in the history of deerkind. “Deerkind.” That word should have new meaning for all of us today. We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore. We will be united in our common interests. Perhaps it’s fate that today is the Ninth of August, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom… Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution… but from annihilation. We are fighting for our right to live. To exist. And should we win the day, the Ninth of August will no longer be known as an Deer holiday, but as the day the world declared in one voice: We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We’re going to live on! We’re going to survive! Today we celebrate our Deerdependence Day!"
With such vigorous enthusiasm he managed to get every man, woman, deer, squirrel, wheelchair bound homophobe and James ready to die for a meaningless fight for a small town in the middle of nowhere.
As Farlef rested in his Moose Skin tent waiting out the final few hours til day break he heard the sound on crunching leaves approaching his tent. He wondered who was arriving to go over battle strategy one final time. He was amazed to find it was his father, walking, into his tent.
"Dad, what, how?" Farlef was speechless, his father was walking.
" Papi managed to obtain this syrum for me. Its called DGH, Deer Growth Hormone, its not FDA, FCC, USDA, DOD, DOL, DOS approved but he got me the only sample on earth. I can walk again my boy. That is not all.
"Holy shit dad you can turn into a deer?"
" Yea this serum has made me faster, stronger, smarter, able to transform into a deer at will and be accepting of my son's lifestyle choices. This is truly a miracle drug"
"Dad are you saying what I think your saying"
"Shh. Come here and give daddy a hug"
It was the first time in 17 years Farlef hugged his father. As they embraced for the first time in over a decade Farlef's dad whispered into Farlef's ear.
"A father should never have to bury a son, let alone two. Only one of my boys will die tomorrow" he said as he injected his son with sleeping drug til he passed out.
The last thing Farlef thought of before he passed out was that his dad was expecting John to die tomorrow. Like what the fuck. He could knock him out too or have faith in his children's abilities to fight. Then darkness took over.
Farlef awoke the next day to the sounds of bombs going off, hooves stampeding, gunfire and the smell of fire and venison. The war had begun. He was still woozy from the drugs his father pumped him with. When he finally managed to stand he arose from his tent to witness the greatest battle that the world will ever see.
The first thing he noticed was how vast the deer army was.
Across the field he saw Pepe Silvia riding his wife along with their army into battle.
He then turned and saw John and his squad of elite vapers doing battle against a squad of Mutant Moose Tanks.
Then he saw Xavier charging into battle against Pepe Silvia’s alliance with the British Royal army leading his Zulu warriors into battle.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw James in his specialized combat suit running for deer life as bombs exploded all around him.
Then he saw John 2′s son taking up arms in an attempt to help sway the tide of war.
He then heard a sound coming from above and saw a sight he never could of imagine. Apparently Pepe Silvia’s Air Forces were stronger then anticipated.
“I got this” Papi yelled nearby.
“Nice Shot Papi” Farlef shouted as he watched the Moose’s blimp fall onto the unsuspecting fighters below.
Then he saw his father charging into battle and taking out attackers one at a time.
He was proud of his father and was bout to join him when he saw Pepe Silvia join the fray and confront his father in his Moose Form.
The battle between Pepe and Farlef’s Father was short. In one attack Pepe took his dad out. Farlef was at a loss of words.
Shocked at the death of his father, Farlef lost all control and charged into the battlefield.Helmet adorned and battle hammer in hand he went on a rage fueled killing spree.
In his revenge frenzied state Farlef lost all thought and charged recklessly leading his army into an ambush that Pepe knew he would fall for. Surrounded on all sides the deer army was quickly overwhelmed.The bodies of the fallen to their back and their attackers to their front.
Inside this murder circle Pepe ordered his men to keep them in line giving the deer no quarter.
As this was being done he ordered his men to fire volleys of arrows and canons at both armies. He was to win this battle no matter the cost of life.
As Farlef watched the men, women and deer he rallied for this fight die around him he felt remorse in his crusade. He had just barely reconciled with his father and gotten Papi back now this. He wondered where his brother John was and hoped his survived the day to avenge them. Then he heard and sound and knew what his brother was up to.
Elephant tank rounds fired at the oppressive moose while a bear with a mini-gun fired into their ranks and a lion attacked them.
This was merely a distraction tho as the moose turned their attention to the circus animals let loose on them an army of squirrels on horseback broke their ranks.
The tide of battle had turned. With over 20,000 squirrels attacking the moose the war was to be over quickly. The army was made up of machine gunners,
Squirrel Commandos,
Squirrel Rocketers,
Squirrel Tank Commanders,
Squirrel Air Force,
and Squirrel Seamen.
With the overwhelming support of the squirrel army the moose where quickly defeated or bent the knee. Except one moose. Farlef quickly gave chase to Pepe Silvia. He wasn’t going to let him escape. Regrettably in the ensuring chaos from the squirrels Pepe managed to flee the battle.
It had been two weeks since the war had ended. The new treaty with the Moose was signed and it was a more forgiving treaty now that a marriage between the two groups sealed it. On the battlefield Papi met a female moose that he fought to a standstill and then proceeded to make love to amidst the fighting and impending doom. Nobody knew if it was his time held prisoner that changed his views or he finally snapped but everyone was tired of fighting so they just accepted the bestiality marriage.
Over 14,322 died from each side. There was many funerals to attend to including Xavier’s. He didn’t die during the war, he was merely enjoying a day at the zoo when a little boy got lost from his mother. When Xavier went to help the poor lad he was shot on sight.
As Farlef was getting prepared to attend one last funeral his brother entered his room. They had barely spoken since the war ended, too grief stricken over their father and with too much post war effort going on to get a few words in.
“I feel like if I didn’t run off to get a squirrel army and then visited a circus on my way back maybe this would of happened...” John started to say.
“Don;t blame yourself, it was no ones fault. He was high on that drug Papi gave him and he fought Pepe alone. He wasn’t use to his deer form and Pepe is thousands of years old. I wish he didn’t drug me, I would of been by his side” Farlef replied with regret in his voice.
“If you were there you would be in the same situation and we would be having two funerals today” John told his younger brother.
“I know it’s just Pepe got away anyhow. I am not going to rest until I stop him. I will track him down and end his life.”
“He has nowhere to hide, every Antler’d animal in North America and parts of Asia are looking for him. Papi has his top men on it. TOP MEN Farlef.” John replied.
“I know, it just doesn’t make it any easier. I guess there is no point putting this off anymore. Time to attend the funeral, it’s about to start.”
The turn out for the last funeral was quite modest. Most of the survivors of the war had returned home after paying their respects to the fallen but this last funeral was important too. It was the most important to one man. Farlef’s Dad.
After his fight with Pepe Silvia, his freshly intact spine snapped like a toothpick. Lying there praying for death, still in his deer form no one knew he had survived until after the fighting ended. Once all the bodies where collected he insisted on having a funeral for his legs. He didn’t seem to care one bit about all the other lives lost, he wanted to memorialize his legs. For two weeks he bugged his sons and anyone who could still hear about it and the day finally came.
“I like to say a few words” Farlef’s Dad said as everyone who attended realized they were tricked into attending a funeral for a man’s legs. They did wonder who Majestic Asfuck Legs was but everyone had weird family names.
“A little over two weeks ago after many years of being acceptingly disabled I finally got the two most important things in my life back. My legs and my sons. Sadly during the great war I lost the ability to utilize one of those things but it will not make me bitter. Not this time. In the past I could not accept my two gay sons for what they were but now I put my prejudice behind me and hope to be more accommodating to their queerosexual weeabu lifestyle choices.”
The small audience in attendance for funeral were shocked. To hear such a heartwarming sentence muttered from the mouth of a crippled deer took them aback.
Farlef’s Dad was still trapped in his deer body after Pepe Silvia broke his spine. Papi told him he didn’t know the full side effects of the syrum he took to walk again and apparently one of them was in the case of paralysis the body would not be able to transform willingly so he was stuck as a deer. Papi was working tirelessly with his Colombian Chemists to find a cure but it might be awhile before one could be fashioned.
As his father continued talking Farlef sat there, wondering what to do now. He figured it be quite awhile before Pepe Silvia popped up. He knew his town needed him and he needed a break. He also knew he needed to plan a bachelor party for Papi and had a wedding to plan. He figured for the time being he would go back to his old routine. Playing xbox, collecting Pokemon and finding obscure items for papi to sell in his shop. He hoped things would finally go back to normal in his quite little town.
Pepe Silvia was enjoying his time living in Australia. It was one of the few places on Earth that Deer didn’t live. He was enjoying a quite life as a salesman at a local printing company and was dating a beautiful koala named Sheila. As he returned home from work that evening he was tired from a long day’s work. He turned the shower on and undressed wondering what his plans for that evening were. He thought maybe he would go to that BBQ joint with the imported meats and order some venison. That gave him a chuckle. As he stepped into the shower he started to wash his body from the grime of the day. It was a hot one. Then without warning the shower curtain was thrown back.
Farlef had found Pepe.
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