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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠈⠻⠃⠀
Yeah, Fortnite we 'bout to get down (get down)
Ten kills on the board right now
Just wiped out Tomato Town
My friend just got downed
I revived him now we're heading south-bound
Now we're in the Pleasant Park streets
Look at the map, go to the marked sheet
Take me to your Xbox to play Fortnite today
You can take me to Moisty Mire, but not Loot Lake
I really love to chug jug with you
We can be pro Fortnite gamers
Not much is known of the traveler's motives. We know he is a knight, and appears to show no reluctance when speaking of "The Battle", showing that he most likely chose to enter it of his own free will.
The traveler does not appear to have much prior combat experience, as he is considered weak by the seller, and told to go find "The seller of weaker potions ". While it is highly debated if the Seller is trustworthy source, it is generally agreed upon that the seller gains nothing from fabricating this fact, and is considered canon.
by Doug
Charity Butterscotch had always loved wild Cape Town with its damp, depressed ditches. It was a place where she felt happy.
She was a lovable, clever, beer drinker with ugly arms and sticky thighs. Her friends saw her as an abundant, afraid angel. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a defeated deaf person. That's the sort of woman he was.
Charity walked over to the window and reflected on her picturesque surroundings. The rain hammered like boating pigeons.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kate Platt. Kate was a friendly with spiky arms and curvy thighs.
Charity gulped. She was not prepared for Kate.
As Charity stepped outside and Kate came closer, she could see the hurt glint in her eye.
Kate gazed with the affection of 3242 noble heavy hamsters. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a phone number."
Charity looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the magic piano. "Kate, I just don't need you in my life any more," she replied.
They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two raspy, rare rabbits jogging at a very kind accident, which had flute music playing in the background and two mean uncles chatting to the beat.
Charity regarded Kate's spiky arms and curvy thighs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Charity with a delighted grin.
Kate looked cross, her emotions blushing like a tasteless, tense torch.
Then Kate came inside for a nice drink of beer.
THE END