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RIP
May the brave search party of Shild and Luna remain ever determined to confront this conundrum
Watching us cry in our cages for our master in wish to free us from our futile screams for companionship.
Or do you think he's just letting us do this to ramp up the comment counter..
Eh..?
OH!
DID HE NOTICE?!
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...
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No... no he didn't...
These days have been a bit harsh for us. Well, me. Luna died about three hours ago— he died of dehydration on waiting for Felix. It seems our protest for our group's birthday isn't going quite as we planned. Luna was a good man, though. Or a woman, I didn't really keep track of what he was doing in bed. Best of wishes for Luna's mildly buried corpse, I have to move on.
A concerned member of ROUTCOM,
Shild
THE FOUNDER! HE DOES NOT EVEN SPECK A MARK ON OUR ENDLESS SUFFERING! WHAT EVER SHALL WE DO IN SUCH MARGINALIZED SOCIETIES OF REINCARNATED ANARCHY?! OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
Too bad the founder of the group doesn't care about our achievements.