Days Of Yore (Dsmp)

Days Of Yore (Dsmp)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 25, 2023
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By, @CrossTwins, and @WandaBeloved. This Dsmp story is quite complicated in the least, and it is extremely long. It has almost every genre you can think of like romance, crime, mystery, and horror, but this story doesn't start at the very beginning, it starts at a new one. This story came from an alternate ending in our minds if the nuke never came. Now when I say this, I mean it changed a lot of things in our complicated minds. Everyone became close friends, and all the problems were solved, but some people never let go of their issues which resulted in... Let's just say, much. Much chaos. (Keep in mind we started making this story for 3 years.)
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