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I really wish someone would take my offer for a Devil Tail. Thus far, I've only found people who want to sell it under bizarre circumstances.

Come on, man. With an item that expensive, no one is going to have 700k pure. stressed

I don't think they have a grasp of what people actually have. If you're selling a November, it's conceiveable to get that amount of gold fairly quickly. But not if it's a October. Sadly, because of ignorant sellers, I fear a devil tail is not in my future...

What's especially annoying is people who value the tails at max value, but what you're bringing to the table at mid to low value. Come on, man! Play fair! stressed

The light caught a glint of red as Bob slowly traced backwards, causing his heart to skip a few beats –playing a lovely rendition of Beethoven’s ninth symphony- before he finally stopped on the defiled pile of goo that had caused the agitating bump. Mrs. Johnson’s army of newts had met their match, two-year-old Firestones that luckily for Bob didn’t explode on impact. Though, he still couldn’t find what had caused the nearly blood red streak, which upon closer investigation trailed farther back from the massacred newts. And he should have figured as much –with the luck of the Johnson’s today- that her garden gnome had found its way into the slaughter.

Its head was separated from the rest of its body. The eyes were scratched out of their sockets and the nose was missing. The left ear was resting against what appeared to be a mouth. Its legs were completely missing, accounting for the large red streak. As for the body, had it been human it could have sent even the drunkest of army surgeons vomiting. The hands could be made out. Though, as for which hands they were, that couldn’t be discerned. The rest was just bits of concrete with chips of colored gnome-coat to make it interesting.