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The Grotto

Disaster has struck!
Years ago, an earthquake broke open several entrances into a deep, winding series of subterranean systems. It was thought that deep below, underground rivers snaked their way below Moladion. Now, flooding in the Northern reaches of Moladion has proven this theory to be true.

The Grotto is almost entirely submerged. Many of the entrances are completely inaccessible, and those that are only extend a few hundred feet before ending in water. The lower entrances, however, act almost like a giant drain for Moladion. Water pours down into the Grotto's maw as powerful rapids and waterfalls, and large amounts of debris have build up throughout the area. It can be exceptionally dangerous to travel due to the risk of flash-flooding and dams suddenly breaking, but the Grotto does offer the most consistent access across the floodwaters because of those dams.

Note:The Grotto will return to normal once 25 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes.

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YOU ARE THE SICKNESS. ^{CARNAGE BBY}
IP: 75.90.159.7
Posted on April 7, 2015 at 01:07:38 AM by CARNIFEX.

sacrifice the pure & rape the righteous

we only want to corrupt; we only want to destroy

Ah, winter. A season in which I am continuously tortured by the aroma of those damned bitches. Yes, I can have my way with my pick of the crop any year but do you really think I want a bunch of mini-me's running around? Hell to the no. No bitch is worth tying me down with a couple dozen puppies.

Still, I find myself yearning for that cursed pleasure every winter and every winter I somehow make it through without touching a single female. Ultimate virgin? No, ultimate genius. What do puppies do? They hold you back, tie you down, restrain you. However you want to say it, that's how it is, and that life isn't for me. So you have fun with your family of twenty and I'll be sitting back here relaxing in the sunshine in my peace and quiet.

I do wonder about whether or not my mind will ever be manipulated into leaning more towards a family plan but I remind myself that no female is ever smart or charming enough to do that to me. Hell, if I can find a she-devil enchanting enough to do that then I will gladly give up. The truth is there never will be one.

And so here I lay in the winter sun that bursts through the crevices above me, my magnificent coat shimmering in all its glory amid the golden rays. I surely hope that no one comes across me because their heart may just stop from one look at my otherworldly beauty. It's truly tragic to be cursed with such qualities; I will never understand why I was given such a burden to carry. A wistful sigh is exasperated into the darkness that encompasses my golden spot as I continue to wallow in my thoughts.

SEVEN YEARS || NO FURY || NO DEMON BROOD || FREE OF CHAINS || EXOTICAN BEAST

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THE DESTRUCTIVE HIT FROM THE GUTTER TO THE PULPIT - By CARNAGE April 7, 2015 at 02:02:39 AM

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