Roy Greenhilt (
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holyrelic2012-06-11 12:43 pm
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Soup's on, but who's cooking it?
[After a productive day out in the fields earning money, Roy heads back down the streets of Mac Anu, his arms laden with sacks and piled high with -- groceries. Did he really expect to eat them all by himself? Of course not -- he had guild members to feed!]
[But thefighter Edge Punisher had a faint frown on his face as he made his way carefully to the @Home...]
I hope someone can figure out some way to cook all of this...
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I hope someone can figure out some way to cook all of this...
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[And here they are at last, the @Home. Roy shifts the bags he's holding to dig out the ID card he needs to show the NPCs standing outside.]
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[You lost him again.]
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[ "Some of us aren't happy here." --Was what he almost said. But instead he pauses, expression downcast. ]
We don't really belong here.
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Assuming the cartoonist didn't drop dead of his mysterious unexplained illness three strips before the conclusion.
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[ But now Taiyou looks up and blinks once. ]
Though that would cut your story here; if there is one.
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