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    "Yup." True that Well, I'd be happy to consult on lore if you ever need it.
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    I suppose it would involve Ennullers, would it not? "Someone who Narrates existence. Essentially, anything I wish becomes reality."
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    "That you aren't. But I am!" Bacon the Bard conjured a player piano for emphasis. "Well, they're freaky, I'll give you that," said Bacon, "but they're mostly harmless. Pretty sure."
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    "They're sort of the opposite of Narrators. They also run the multiverse."
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    "No idea. A low ranking Ennuller, who we will likely never encounter again." I look forward to seeing it
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    "Well I couldn't let desk guy know that!" "Nah, don't bother. He'd just kick us out again."
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    "Nah," said Bacon the Bard, reverting back to his normal form. "Nice to meet you for real, by the way. Sorry about the disguise. Name's Bacon. Bacon the Bard."
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    Nah he's just a desk bro don't worry about him The man sighed and pressed a button. The floor vanished. Everyone fell into a peaceful park in the middle of a bustling city. "Lucky guess," said Not-Bacon, stroking his mustache.
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    "Oh! So it blew up?" Bacon did say something to him a while back, the copy that he was with.
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    Politely exit, in that case.
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    "Ah," said the man sympathetically. "Get banished or somethin?"
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    You will receive a response in 1-3 business days. Anything else?
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    "Welderan, huh? Never heard of it. Is it a nice place?" "Never heard of him," said not-Bacon automatically. The form asked for a detailed description of the incident, name, location, and other relevant details.
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    The receptionist seemed somewhat perturbed by Shoe's insistence. Well... In that case, I think filing a report would be in order. He printed out a form and handed it to Shoe. The man who was definitely not Bacon the Bard shook Cricket's hand firmly. "Nice to meet ya, Cricket. You new around these parts?" Vines grew along the wall, red and purple and orange and every other color except green. Cracks had formed in the walls, and outside... well, there wasn't anything outside. There was a door to a back room, but the vines had covered it completely.
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    Not according to this she wasn't. She was slain by a withergeist during the Witherlord's most recent attack. He frowned. Are you sure that you are remembering events... accurately? Shh!! telepathed Bacon. They can't know I'm here. The mustachioed man shook his head, lowering his hand. "Cold, partner. Cold."
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    Many, many years ago. Likely before you were born. "Howdy, partner!" said the new man, extending a hand for a handshake.
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    Eh, it's fine. Nothing a reboot can't fix. I'd be more worried about what happened to Tull
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    She's dead, said the receptionist bluntly. They awoke in what appeared to be a doctor's office- if it had been abandoned for a hundred years. A man with a cowboy hat and a suspiciously bacon-shaped mustache gets behind him in line. The receptionist eyed them both suspiciously.
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    Page 76

    xinoehp512 posted a blog entry in An Unwinding Thread

    "Behold!" cried Dr Who Octopus. "The instrument of your demise!" Gerald observed the rather elaborate machine with a sigh. Spinning axe blades, check. Jets of fire, check. Large hammers pounding together rhythmically, check. Yup. He was about to be fed into an Evil Overlord Execution Machine of the most archetypical quality. And it had been such a wonderful Friday, too. "Is all this really necessary?" he asked. "I mean... I'm just a squid..." Dr Who Octopus chuckled. "Come now, Gerald. We are rivals, are we not-" "Not," muttered Gerald. "-and this is the moment of my triumph! Let us not lie to each other. We both know you are so much more than a mere cephalopod!" "I mean... I do questing consultant work on the side..." "A mere front, as we both know!" Dr Who Octopus pulled a lever and Gerald began to slide on the conveyor belt towards his certain demise. "Now! Tell me truthfully. How did you manage to dismantle my Ultimate Death Ray?" Gerald shrugged. "I told you, I was in the office that day. I didn't even seen it explode." "So you stick to your alibi! Very well. I suppose you will take that secret to your grave. But what about the Orb of Total Control? How did you manage to redesign it to control only squirrels?" "Dunno. I was visiting my grandmother." "Who is now dead!" "Well, she was ninety." "Enough!" Dr Who Octopus shook his head. "You may deny your involvement in those affairs, but you cannot deny that it was you that destroyed my Annihilation Bomb! I witnessed you with my own eyes!" "Okay, that's on me," admitted Gerald. "In my defense, it looked exactly like a sub sandwich. And I was hungry!" Dr Who Octopus shook his head. "Ah, but you have foiled my plans for the last time. Even as we speak, my Death Arena of Glory is being erected! Go to your death knowing that despite your best efforts, I have triumphed in the end!" And he left the room, cackling maniacally. Gerald just stared after him. Wow, he thought. He really needs to read the Evil Overlord Manual.
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    The guide opened her mouth to speak, then froze. She jittered for a few moments, then vanished. Congratulations, you successfully crashed her. Erif tried to cut the tendrils wrapping around Tull, but they would not budge- and his eyes were slowly drooping.
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    Many things happened at once. A birdlike creature with tattered wings and no eyes swooped down on the party, letting out a screech that carried with it a weariness. Black tendrils rose up from the ground and attached themselves to Tull, draining away his Narrative power. The guide flickered out of existence, then reappeared. Greetings, newcomers... she began, then frowned. Wait. The Discworld series.
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    I- I- The ends of her hair began to fuzz into static. My name, she said, her voice bewildered. Where is my name? Her voice gained an edge of panic. WHERE IS MY NAME? The guide shuddered, head twitching towards Tull in an instant. No- You must- I could not stop- Then she was staring away from them, off into the distance. The Dark One, she said, her voice flat. He has taken my name.
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    I would be happy to explain, said the guide, seeming to perk up slightly. You see... She froze. I... I can't remember... ... The guide shook her head, snapping out of her trance. You must find a dream eater. It can pull you across. You clearly have not read Terry Pratchett The man at the desk watched Shoe and Beosta have their moment with somewhat of a puzzled expression.
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    You must find your own way. It will be difficult; time has made this land only harsher. The peace of dreams will not be easy to find. I speak in Silence. It is our way. I find that difficult to believe, considering that she is dead.
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    The man nodded and turned to the computer, making a few clicks. Then he frowned. What purpose do you have with her? You are not her family, surely?
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