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All of a sudden, TVG realized how sad she was at the current state of TLT. The once-beautiful thread of randomness had been turned into an odd wasteland of demented plot-like weirdness. She regretfully sighed, realizing that some of this was partially her fault. But she hoped she might be able to help to reverse the damage that had been done. 

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4 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

All of a sudden, TVG realized how sad she was at the current state of TLT. The once-beautiful thread of randomness had been turned into an odd wasteland of demented plot-like weirdness. She regretfully sighed, realizing that some of this was partially her fault. But she hoped she might be able to help to reverse the damage that had been done. 

PLOT-LIKE WEIRDNESS!?! I call that plot. (Unless you're talking about this battle.)

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We now return to our regularly scheduled—but often delayed—randomness.

There was once an old man who lived by the ocean.

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5 minutes ago, Shard of Thought said:

I speak of the so-called battle, TVG said flatly. If you wish for plot, then do it correctly. 

"What? They insulted my power, attacked me with my own magic system. What did you want me to do? Summoning The Champion was the natural course of action." Nameless continued eating his popcorn.

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Nameless looked at Butt Venture disinterestedly. "Why'd you summon him?" He looked back to the champion. "HEY BUDDY! THANKS FOR THE HELP! YOU CAN GO NOW." The Champion disappeared back to the land of candy.

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On 3/26/2020 at 5:46 PM, xinoehp512 said:

Jacob felt his heart accelerate.

"Why..." he whispered. "Why...?"

The mime complimented Lunamor on her cake, although he generally preferred other genres mixed in to the flavor.

The Witherlord moved with the darkness, melting into the shadow of the clouds. His voice hissed forth from all around Jacob, eerie and dissonant.

"Fate has decreed it..."

And at that, Jacob felt a chill deep in his soul.

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The goats stared at the old man. One of them spoke up: "Well, we were running low on rations anyways."

 

That night, the goats feasted. The old man's house provided an excellent place to lay low, and if his neighbors came by to ask where he was... Well... Rations were still a little low.

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