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Noon Flitter
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>Ascend urn, raise forelimbs in victory, survey your domain.
You raise your forelimbs in a silent cheer! Your prison, conquered! Finally, you breathe fresh air!
... Not that you have much to survey. You have a really dusty, rotten smelling container next to you, another obsidian ceramic prison, something smelly and colorful behind you, and about four people weavings on the walls. And also two burning deathsticks in shining coat. You don't even have a door. Lame, right?
BUT IT'S A START!
Oh, and also, something seems to be making high pitched noise. REALLY high pitched noise.
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