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 Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2017 11:39 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2017 8:52 pm
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 Punkie rolled back on the heels of her feet and took a sip of faygo. The juggalo had recently talked to Sephos about a gardening juggalo club. Well okay, for her it was a gardening juggalo club, but for the others, well they could just happily worship in ignorance, that was okay with Punkie. Now she just needed some trolls who were both interested in gardening, and decent souls for the mirthful Messiahs to consume. Her grin grew as a troll popped into mind.
The juggalo strode determinedly to the forest where she had first met the weird little child. To be honest, she was a little unsure about this kid... but the Messiahs took all kinds, she wouldn't let his almost creepy like muteness get in the way of him having a decent life (because really, any life without the Messiahs is doomed to be a dung-heap). The juggalo smiled as she saw her hard work growing at the trunks of several large trees. It was perfect, her gourds had become one with Alternia, planting their seeds with their own succulent flesh. Big orange punkin blossoms were wrapped up tight for the night, waiting for the sun to come out so they could soak up its ******** s**t-burning rays, and turn them into something just the opposite; the mirthful punkin. Punkie scoped the forest, looking for the little tealblood. She hadn't expected him to just pop into view, so she let out a loud "WHOOP WHOOP ********> as a holy greeting.
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