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!!RkFQIQOO6xk 10/27/11(Thu)00:10 No.16749806>>16749639
fffffff holy shit, you are my hero now and forever
I was not expecting to be writing about a bear skeleton as a car, nor was I expecting a PICTURE of that. THANK YOU
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>>16749705
Yeah, you're going to need higher necromantic skills to start taking apart foreign skeletons and adding them onto a bear skeleton that wasn't meant to have THAT many bones.
>>16749624
You make your bear skeleton hunker down as much as physically possible, using a tree and a bush for cover, and decide to wait and see what happens...
The sun eventually disappears over the horizon. You still do not see the Chief of the sunfangs, nor do you see your own leafdancer.
You DO, however, start to hear the sound of the wind moving through the trees... but without the wind. You squint your little eyes and, through your bear's bones, begin to see dark shapes moving swiftly- you immediately lose count, partly because there are so many and partly because you don't know what numbers actually are.
... the woodfolk. No doubt about it, they're the woodfolk.
None of them see you, even as they move past, around, and sometimes over you. Apparently, they see the BEAR skeleton, but not you. All of the woodfolk, carrying spears and more spears, eventually settle into position, watching the sunfangs. And waiting.
There are, in fact, three sitting around you; one to your left, one to your right, and one squatting on top of your goddamn skeleton.
And the one on your left is giving you a funny look.
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