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Last published Wed, Dec 25, 2024
I never asked for this.. It all started as a silly little adventure my friends and I have been bestowed upon. Awesome places to the explore, and met amazing people...
Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves but with every sword that we achieved something just seemed wrong.
Everything was Collapsing.. All of us dropped cold on the floor. Static filled their ears as everything fell apart right in front of their eyes...
but... by some miracle..
We were able to redo our mistakes. And try again, However...
Not everyone seemed to remember the chaos that was about to happen.
( Block Tales fanfic with me and my friends! )
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