magical bones
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Last published Wed, Nov 23, 2022
(I was half asleep writing this and listening to magical sactum and ethereal island on Loop for the 5th hour while making the art)
Hey, calamity (roarick) always loved bones, and at hatching it always felt like they needed more. So they asked a misteryous monster for bones. What a bad idea, now it stays in that game feeling awful, forever.
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