I don't know how to explain this in a way that would make me sound any less insane, so I won't even try. We're being attacked by chicken ladies; otherwise known as harpies. But here's the thing. There's a slight problem. Harpies are, uh... Fictional. Non-existent. Magical creatures. Take your pick. At least, that's what I had thought. And so the mythical tale of a ragtag group of losers begun, and I was in the midst of it. *this book is bad, I'm warning you* *updates are completely random and short
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